SOUNDTRACK: PINK FLOYD-“Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict” (1969).
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‘ve mentioned this song a few times here so I figured I’d talk about it itself. This bizarre song comes from PinkFloyd’s bizarre album Ummagumma. Back in high school we ranked albums by a very specific content rating and this one received the highest: SDI-seriously drug induced.
Disc One is a live album but disc two contains compositions by each of the band members. They each received about thirteen minutes of time to do what they wanted. And they really seemed to go to town.
Roger Waters created this track, and it is very, very weird. I’ve always loved it, probably because it is so audacious. Wikipedia gives us this:
The track consists of several minutes of noises resembling rodents and birds simulated by Waters’ voice and other techniques, such as tapping the microphone played at different speeds, followed by Waters providing a few stanzas of spoken word in an exaggerated Scottish burr.
The Picts were the indigenous people of what is now Scotland who merged with the Scots.
You can hear it in all its glory (and then marvel that the guy who made it later when on to make some of the most famous music ever released) in this video.
I also love that someone liked this bizarre thing enough to put it on a Pink Floyd compilation (Works) as well.
And the wind cried Mary.
[READ: January 25, 2012] “Terminator: Attack of the Drone”
I found a link to this story somewhere, I can’t recall where, now. It was mentioned with excited breath that Moshin Hamid, who I don’t know, had written this exclusive short story for The Guardian. Hamid has been shortlisted for the Man Booker prize and has written two novels: The Reluctant Fundamentalist (2007) and Moth Smoke (2000).
This story was not quite what I expected from the brief biography I’d read. Because of the ominous title, I assumed it might have something to do with Iraq (I realize that this came out before the recent downing of the U.S. drone in Iraq, but it still seemed plausible). Rather, what we get is a bit of sci-fi about smart machine that are on a murderous rampage.
The story is not really as sci-fi as all that, except that what I wrote is true. But it’s more about two boys as they try to deal with this new world of death, machines and heroism.
It begins with the note that “the machines are huntin’ tonight.” (There’s an interesting dialect in the story, especially from someone who lives in Lahore, New York and London. We get lines like “Sky’s light enough so’s we’d maybe see the machine but all’s quiet and it ain’t about,” which I register as Southern American. And yet the characters are named Omar and Yousuf. I can’t decide if that’s an attempt to show a future world of total integration or just a total disconnect.)
There aren’t many humans left–his Pa is dead, his ma got her leg blown off by a landmine. But at least his sisters are still alive–that’s more than most people have.
The machines come thundering through, crushing everything in their sight. They also fly–you can’t see them, but you can hear them. No one has ever killed a machine. (more…)





















