Festive Musings
You know how when you hear a snatch of a tune that you know well, even if your attention is elsewhere, some bit of your brain recognises it and immediately sits up to take notice, as if you’d heard your name spoken? Well, I was pottering away on the computer with the TV on in the background, using my built in mental ad filter (the one that allows me to totally tune out all forms of advertising unless I choose to look/listen), when I suddenly caught just such a snippet. It was very subtle and possibly even being spoken over, (my filter was still on for that irrelevant bit, so I can’t be sure), but I caught enough to recognise it as Siouxsie and the Banshees. It amuses me hugely that the rebellious punk bands of my youth are now regarded as suitable soundtrack material for marketing. The funny thing is the often huge inappropriateness of the songs.
Every year on this day we celebrate Remembrance Day, except that “celebrate” really isn’t the right word. No, it is totally and emphatically the wrong word. I think the right word is “commemorate”. but perhaps it should be said that we “mourn” Remembrance Day. I certainly mourn that we have need of such a day, as well as mourning all those who needlessly died in the name of War.
