Language warning! This song contains offensively inappropriate language.
Last Saturday, my daughter and I were talking and she recounted the many woes of her generation, as she so often does.
I told her I should write a song about it; and she said she would listen to it if I did. She rarely listens to the music I write, so I immediately took her up on the offer. This song was basically pulled out of my butt, conceived of, recorded, and mixed down in about three hours on Saturday. So it was done by dinner time. Despite the fact that it was done with almost no planning, it's a respectable lament of its musical kind. Proof that it's a train wreck can be heard in the form of Flaubert barking loudly in the background of part of the mix. The yapping of little dogs seemed appropriate to the subject, so I left it in.
A large part of our original conversation consisted of talking about microplastic pollution, but I left it out of the song. I could have put it back in, but my daughter gave the song a pass without it.
Anyway, microplastic, pollution! Don't drink anything out of plastic bottles. Filter your water. Petrochemicals are poisonous from the moment, they first come out of the ground; and everything made out of them stays poisonous in one way or another, basically forever.
When plastics breakdown, the chemical constituents are still highly toxic in their molecular form. Science is still catching up with this; but it's a large part of what's causing cancer to turn up in younger and younger people and so on.
On that cheery note, enjoy the song.
Artwork by Verwandlungskunst. Copyright 2024 by Lee van Laer.
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