Well, news this week is that we’ve passed the point of no return when it comes to the retreat of the Western Antarctic Ice Sheet. Even if we stop burning all fossil fuels overnight (not that this would be a remotely good idea), then forces have been set into motion that will see the Ice continue to retreat unstoppably, with a consequent drastic rise in sea levels. Good bye Bangladesh, fun while it lasted.
We have a hundred odd years before we really feel the worst of it, and it’s not inconceivable we can come up with some plan to mitigate the worst of it in that time. Also, a shit ton of water might just offset all that Ocean acidification that’s been going on, maybe even long enough that my grandchildren live on a planet with whales on it. Man, I’m going to miss the whales. It’s imperative we acknowledge exactly what a corner we’re in though; cycling to work once in a while isn’t going to cut it. Technological innovation is crucial, but even more so is political will. If you don’t exert pressure on our governing bodies to prioritize ecological conservation, then you will live to see global catastrophe. Well, you may anyway as tipping points are being crossed willy-nilly, but how we prepare now decides how many billions have to suffer, and how badly. I don’t mean to scaremonger: you know what, if you live in England, things aren’t going to be too bad, really. I mean, don’t go buying a coastal property, but I doubt our day to day life will be much affected. But you have to feel a bit bad for all those Bangladeshis and Indonesians and Malaysians and…
You can bring up the lack of scientific consensus (false) or the relative stability of global air temperatures in the last ten years (it’s happening in the sea, idiots!) all you like, but this IS happening and it’s as bad as you’ve heard. You cannot say that there was no way we could have known.
I’ve made my point. I’m in no doubt humanity will survive and prosper, eventually, but we’re certainly going to see some Interesting Times. Fortunately, if you’re feeling down about all this, you don’t have to look much farther than music to remind yourself that it is not all in vain. Any species that throws out a Beethoven or a Bob Marley now and again can be forgiven for a certain amount of crushing idiocy. I would not put Bigtopp in that illustrious bracket, but we do specialize worry-suppressing and were certainly made to feel very good about ourselves by a fantastic crowd as Gascoyne Place for the Bath Festival on Friday.
I’ve been wanting to gig here for ages seeing as I’ve made this beautiful city my home
and it was certainly worth the wait. The festival suffused the already good-natured town with a jubilant countenance, and the streets were filled with the peals of steel drums and latin beats. At one point I was accosted by a ‘Swat’ team, all decked out in black and goggles. And fly swats, of course, as they pursued the ghastly offspring of woman, insect, and powerizing leg springs (that is the technical term, I checked) through an incredibly dedicated pun.
Raising the roof of the venue was not that difficult as I could in fact do it just by standing up, but I was amazed and touched at how many people – some familiar, many not – crammed into the tiny basement to cavort, gingerly, to our set. Unfortunately, the Ohmz were not able to join us, but fear not, we reunite with them in June for the Isle of Wight Festival! Our next engagement comes in sunny Salisbury at the Winchester Gate in a couple of weeks. So thanks to bewitching Bath and its shapely citizens, and hope to see you all soon.