1,000 Years Young

Scientists at the Strategies for Engineered Negligible Senescence project at the University of Cambridge are predicting we will be able to "live to 1,000".

What implications does that have for music, especially blues music, which relies on tragedy and death for it's best songs ? Without the dead and dying, how are we going to be reminded of the awful pain of existence which produces the spark of genius from the profound awareness of mortality ?

Conversely, will we be able to boogie at a middle-aged 500 years old bash without embarassing our great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandchildren and their friends ?

And, by all that is holy and remotely stylish, if you did live to be 1,000 years old, would you want to look like Aubrey ?



With this in mind, I have composed the following blues:

"I woke up this morning, I was one thousand years old,
I woke up this morning, was one thousand years old
If I lived one thousand years longer, I'd still look like a real asshole"

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