> Ian "Anderson" Murray, you are a scary dude sometimes.
>
> But remember, that lyric was written by a 12 year old kid, if I
recall
> correctly, who had won a poetry contest of some kind.
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That was a spoof. Gerald 'Little Milton' Bostock, was Anderson's
Freudinized childhood self/alter ego. I was twelve when I first heard
the album, definitely touched the philosophy nodule in me.
>
> Rockingest flautist I know, though.
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Yup!
>
> But yes, ideology does drive a lot if it. I forget if I 'shared'
this:
> back in those wild 70s, when I was 16, I got into some big trouble
in
> the burbs' and one of my 'punishments' was that my parents sent me
on a
> synagogue bus tour of Israel. The 'tour guide' cleaned his pistol
> between stops. We went to a kibbutz where they had life-size
cardboard
> 'Arabs' out in a field. They looked like the targets at shooting
range
> (on teevee and in movies, anyway). They herded us all into a spot
where,
> without warning, a loudspeaker siren suddenly went off that scared
the
> shit out of you. Then there was sound effects of gunfire and women
and
> children screaming as the 'Arab' cutouts moved quickly in from the
field
> toward where we were standing.
>
> still reeling from that one
>
> mat
> overworked/overtired/overlimit
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Hey, the males of the world could use a reading/listening of the
poem/song:
"See there! A man is born--and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease."
[Ian Anderson]
Ian