Cold blooded old times. Like that stupid rusted apple so delicately placed upon the horizon of the future of the world. It never happened. Well, not like the way it was told. Over and over. Newton said it, Oasis named an album after it. But what does it mean to always be in debt to that faded yellow parchment of knowledge? That palimpsest of forbidden runes?
I’m no Luddite. I respect the methodical march of progress, albeit with bated breath. Is progress good? Sure. But we would be nowhere without the plough. We would be nothing without the of quoted meme of a six-inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains.
Joel Mokyr writes in the Atlantic, that progress isn’t natural: "The idea that humans should and could work consciously to make the world a better place for themselves and for generations to come is by and large one that emerged in the two centuries between Christopher Columbus and Isaac Newton. Of course, just believing that progress could be brought about is not enough—one must bring it about. The modern world began when people resolved to do so."
Now, far from this being a ringing endorsement for some kind of atavistic ancestral worship, I would be absolutely nothing without the bands that shaped my awkward transition into a thoughtful and compassionate person. I grew up with Bad Religion, but, post graduations, I broke out in the age of emo and beyond. This is an homage to those bands. I’m stealing from my favourite thieves: