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Starfleet Captain Luke Jennings has been a resident on planet Earth in the here and now for some years,
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          having decided that life in the 23 century just wasn't for him. I mean, it's all very well swanning around the
          universe  putting  it  to  rights,  bedding  two-headed  aliens,  and  eating  the  strangest  of  foods  that  even
          McDonalds wouldn't dish up. But there IS a limit…

          I think things came to a head when John Cage's 4’33” got resurrected and hailed as the greatest piece of
          music ever written. Can you imagine what it was like for the poor bloke? He'd be walking up and down the
          corridors of his starship and complete silence would be blaring out of the audio system. It became all the
          rage, with every Tom, Dick and Harry taking up musical instruments and just sitting there staring at them.

          Mister Spock, had he been there, would very likely have voiced the opinion, “It's music, Luke, but not as we
          know it,” and would have dismissed the whole shebang as highly illogical. This irrational situation was driving
          the captain round the bend and he decided to do something about it. Sometimes, you want more out of life,
          and what Starfleet Captain Jennings wanted was real music played on real instruments by real people. And
          you know what they say, “If you want something doing properly, do it yourself.” There was nothing else for
          it, but to go back a couple of hundred years to a time when music was all around, pick up a couple of guitars
          and a pedal board the size of a tennis court, and get jamming with some like-minded people.

          It was a spur of the moment thing really. He'd made his way up to the bridge and was singing to himself,
          “Hey diddly dee, a stoner life for me!” and he decided there and then to issue the order to the commanders:
          “Engage warp drive!” A couple of them looked at him askance, in fact, one of them raised a quizzical eyebrow,
          and the other one just opened her mouth as if to speak…but didn't (or maybe she was singing along to 4’33”
          for all I know, it was hard to tell).







                                                     Music by Deltanaut
                                                        “Deltanaut”
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