it's a risky business
The Americans and Russians were having a race to space and to land on the moon.
Meanwhile in Falmouth, UK, a start line was in place for pioneers of another kind. Over the duration of several weeks in 1968, nine adventurous sailors set off to attempt to be the first to sail solo and unaided around the globe, it was an event sponsored by the Sunday Times. Back when newspapers had money to spare.
Meanwhile, anchored over in the North Sea a Panama registered Danish ex-ferry was sticking two fingers up at the broadcasting authorities and the established order of quiet and orderly British Broadcasting. A bunch of rowdy disc jockeys broadcast their own pirate radio, Radio Caroline, to the music hungry British teens.
Vinyl record sales soared. Music magazines were flying off the shelves in their millions. Journalists, music critics and writers clamoured to be heard in the cacophony of the press boom. Artists flirted with androgyny, fashion, challenging public taste and decency. Homes were electrified, with TV's and white goods.
One man returned from his global adventure and became the first to successfully circumnavigate, solo. The other eight, well, their individual stories of adventure and mishap might only be shared with their family or friends. Save for one, who never returned.
He might not have advanced the human race but it was great brand placement.
|When he was rescued the first time, some people said that he should pick up the costs for the rescue bill.|
|young woman from Derbyshire sails around the world|
|people standing in Times Square. Nothing to see here.|
“Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We've got to fight the powers that be”Fight the power Public Enemy (1989)
Almost 9 out of 10 Babyboomers and GenXs agreed that“taking risks makes me feel alive”.
“Every single day since I heard that tap-tapping and knew I had survived, I have told myself I am lucky to be alive. Why go back? Because I’m a racing sailor; that’s what I do. I love the sea, and I love competition. You don’t give up on life just because you once had a narrow shave from death.”
The time of mad-arsed risk-taking and adventuring seems to belong to a different time, a different generation. A somewhat irrelevant, dated concept of doing something for the sake of it. For no reason really other than just because we might be able to. It's a beige coloured, mind-numbed creature, suffering stress induced dementia pacing around in circles. “What was I doing? Why did I come in this room?”.
“We are approaching a time of no national identity, post-genre, everything goes. Forget Primark, let’s go primal” (Prof. M. James)
Overwhelming rampant consumption is turning full circle to a point where everything is meaningless and a nihilistic sense of futility has risen. Questions are being asked by the Ys and Zs. Why bother with a massive house? Seems a bit pointless doesn't it? Why bother owning a flash car? What about the planet? There's so much still to explore. What about time out with friends? Sharing silly cat videos online trickles down to experiential sharing in real life. Amidst a malaise of anxiety, teen angst, fear aversion, risk avoidance and depression, a phoenix might be rising.
|(Image: Instagram/ @monstasart)|
There's shit up the walls, there's puke and blood and jizz stained sheets, it's a hostile environment of our own making. The silhouette at the door. There with bucket in hand, mop in the other and a go-pro to capture the action or to provide evidence should it all go wrong. The tattooed superhero wears a ripped jean, with a mind unsullied by corporate greed, but rocking an immaculate eyebrow and eclectic taste in music.
The millenials are coming.