We welcome a very special guest writer – actor and performer, Oliver Senton. As well as masterfully playing the role of Robert Anton Wilson in the superb ‘Cosmic Trigger’, and the central role of Phil Masters in Daisy & Ken Campbell’s legendary 24-hour epic ‘The Warp’, Oliver was the Master of Ceremonies (‘The Officiator’) at Welcome To The Dark Ages. In this article, he takes us through ‘Day 3’ of the ‘situation’.
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For the People and of the People
‘For working people to be free they must seize the means of production’, brother Marx told us. If you’re coming at things from that kind of angle – and much of what I saw among the four hundred or so who took part in Welcome to the Dark Ages was – then one of the most striking aspects of the event is how inclusive that statement needs to be. It’s not just about producing cars and steel, it’s equally about the means of producing poems and song.
There was a lot of pointless jabber on social media about how the JAMMs should stop messing about with making artistic statements and make more music. There’s so much stupidity and contradiction in that statement it’s hard to know where to start, but here goes:
First, how do you separate making music and making art? Or should that be Art? As if making music were not an art, or as if visual art were somehow separate from sounds, like seeing is ‘separate’ from smelling.
Secondly, what right does anyone have (outside the normal confines of common respect and freedom of speech) to tell anyone when they should or shouldn’t play/sing/write? For a punter, a fan, to address their admired singer/writer in words amounting to ‘Shut up and give us what we/I want’ is pretty much the same as a wealthy patron saying ‘paint what I want’ (though that’s probably less likely; even the Papacy had to negotiate with Michelangelo and Raphael, to meet them halfway as it were. Creativity’s complicated like that). People feel they own the music, hence their territorial feelings about it; but it doesn’t belong to anyone. Or rather, it belongs to everyone.
Which brings us back to that Marxist starting point. Friday’s events, indeed the entirety of Welcome to The Dark Ages, was about giving the power, the music, back to us. It was about other things of course, many of them covered elsewhere and by more experienced writers than me: a book launch and a business launch, a laying-to-rest of ghosts, a tribal gathering, an act of nostalgia.
One story encapsulates it for me. I can’t tell you exactly what happened in the ice kream van when we drove off with the holder of page number twenty-four last Thursday: Joe (for that was his name) wished it to be kept a secret. Even his wife doesn’t know, though I suspect she’ll get it out of him eventually. But in the van Joe did tell me how, growing up in Boston MA thirty years ago, he started to discover and buy these strange records, with strange covers – and how they gave him, young twenty year-old Joe, the feeling that he too, could do this. That he could make this music, get out his Atari Sound Sampler and put tracks together. Like rock & roll and punk, the electronic world embodied by the KLF was an enablement, a popularisation. A giving back to the people of what is rightly theirs, and which had been largely taken from them by commerce and industry.
So much happened on that last day, even though it was the shortest of the three – an almighty ritual concert, a wonderfully chaotic walk to the pyre, the brief but much-awaited appearance from Badger Kull. And the whole process was sending us out into the world, burning down the old and saying: it’s all yours now. See how easily you can make a new band, with the will to do it and a bit of hard work? See how much art and inspiration we can create in a very short time, if we want to? There will be no new music, we were told. The KLF is dead and gone. But oh, HOW much music we made! Chanting and choiring and thrashing bass guitars. WE made the music. WE made the art. The means of production was laid bare around us; all we had to do – all we have to do – is pick it up.
Oliver Senton Photo courtesy of: @DavidJBlair
Ice Kream Van Photo courtesy of: D. Barnes