Analogue Camp
by @jonmeta
Liner Notes
#folk #guywithguitar #acousticonetake #nodigital
A couple of months ago I wrote down the title 'Analogue Camp' and a few lines that didn't make it into the song. I wrote these lyrics on Feb. 2nd, and the music today. Recorded in one live take (after a couple false starts when the dog was singing along).
It's got a few inspirations. One was listening to a podcast with author Jonathan Haidt ("The Anxious Generation") about the generational damage from digital addiction. Another was an English class I taught about five years ago. My students were two high school girls. In September I asked about their favourite activity over the break. Both told about places -- a mountain camp, a seaside music festival -- where they went several days without a mobile phone. That was their best summer memory.
The other goes back to a year or two before I got my first mobile phone. We moved from the States to Salford (UK) in the middle of winter, into a terraced house with no furniture and no heat. No car. But there was a public library nearby. So we spent most evenings in front of the little gas fireplace, reading children's stories aloud: all the Roald Dahl books, and most memorably Arthur Ransome's "Swallows and Amazons" -- about kids who spend the summer sailing and camping in the Lake District with practically no adults around. The book famously begins with a telegram from their absent father giving them permission to go off on their own, with the laconic, "Better drowned than duffers. If not duffers, won't drown."
Lyrics
At Analogue Camp there’s a wood and a lake
And acres of meadow and sky
All of them live in the pictures I take
The pictures in my mind’s eye.
At Analogue Camp there’s no time to look down
And nobody would anyway.
At first you'll be anxious to get back to town
But soon you'll be begging to stay.
CHORUS:
Nobody wants to go home
Nobody wants to be found
Nobody wants to stay safe on the shore
Cause only a duffer would drown.
At Analogue Camp there’s no scrolling till dawn
And nobody’s cruising for follows
All of the hunters are Amazons
And all of the sailors are Swallows.
At Analogue Camp we’re a musical crew
With bongos and two old guitars
And songs in a style that your grandmother knew
For singing out under the stars.
CHORUS
So all of you addicts bent over your screens
That nibble like zombies your brains:
Get out and discover what analogue means
You’ve nothing to lose but your digital chains.
CHORUS
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Some of my fondest childhood memories are of my summers at camp, and then as as a camp counselor as a young adult.
Robert Anton Wilson wrote about the exponentially shrinking time it takes for the sum total of hum knowledge and technology to "double." Like, we've gone from home computers being a novelty to the sum of all human knowledge in your pocket just in my lifetime. Lamenting of the effects of media (and propaganda) is not new, from the printing press to the radio, to tv, to social media. But the accelerating pace means there's no time to really think deeply about it, I think I'll just post a video of the world burning and read the top comments.
That said, I sure do enjoy sharing songs around FAWM's digital campfire.
So yeah, I want to go! And the simple truth is nothing is stopping me except my own brain. Great song!
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I very meaningful song in today's face-stuck-to-the-phone world. Reminds me of days (long past) when I would camp for the weekend and no one would know any "news" while there - and no one cared. It all would wait until we got home and saw a newspaper or turn on the tv.
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(I should add, the song is great! Very sing-along-able and fun from start to finish. Guitar tone sounds great, very 'woody' and warm.)
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