"hark! a golden orb oscillates out there in the infinite…
In 1977 a gold disc pressed with 27 earthly recordings was sent into space aboard the Voyager spacecraft.
Included was Blind Willie Johnson’s 1927 recording of ‘Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground’. The collection is intended to illustrate the diversity of life on planet Earth for intelligent extraterrestrial life that may encounter it. Johnson’s recording of primal moans & quiet howls over the sounds of his bottleneck slide guitar was chosen to illustrate Man’s expression of loneliness. The voyager is predicted to be within 1.6 light years of the star AC+79 3888 in the Ophiuchus constellation in about 40,000 years. Long after Man’s rape and pillage of earth is through. Long after the capitalist swine perished in their own fires. Long after we abandoned our spiritual collective consciousness to the mind control of television, mass media, and the propaganda machine; after we bowed down like cattle to the goon squad police authorities, armed forces, & generals. When all that was human is left bare and ashen, that little disc will be charging silently forward, pristine & tireless.
And, most glorious of all, the supposed beings who discover it will have no inkling of the few decades of fecund insignificance that was your life.
Our collective heartache, immortalized by a black man’s vocalization & resonating guitar string; out of the past, a gift of reunification."
Included was Blind Willie Johnson’s 1927 recording of ‘Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground’. The collection is intended to illustrate the diversity of life on planet Earth for intelligent extraterrestrial life that may encounter it. Johnson’s recording of primal moans & quiet howls over the sounds of his bottleneck slide guitar was chosen to illustrate Man’s expression of loneliness. The voyager is predicted to be within 1.6 light years of the star AC+79 3888 in the Ophiuchus constellation in about 40,000 years. Long after Man’s rape and pillage of earth is through. Long after the capitalist swine perished in their own fires. Long after we abandoned our spiritual collective consciousness to the mind control of television, mass media, and the propaganda machine; after we bowed down like cattle to the goon squad police authorities, armed forces, & generals. When all that was human is left bare and ashen, that little disc will be charging silently forward, pristine & tireless.
And, most glorious of all, the supposed beings who discover it will have no inkling of the few decades of fecund insignificance that was your life.
Our collective heartache, immortalized by a black man’s vocalization & resonating guitar string; out of the past, a gift of reunification."
-M. L. Young
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