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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2021 15:39:21 GMT
granny Your comment in my Freddie at 75 thread about the generation lost to AIDS made me think of this song. I thought it was utterly brilliant when I first heard it. Great melody and the most heart-rending, poignant lyrics. I remember those terrible days so well, there were many in the music industry caught up by it. Going on hospital visits to a former isolation hospital outside Munich that had been mothballed for 20 years but which was suddenly fine to use again. Wrapped up in industrial thickness gloves, aprons and masks before being allowed onto the ward to visit friends and colleagues who had been the brave and the proud, reduced to the ashamed, lonely and the hopeless. And the flights to London to visit, every trip showing more of the slow descent into illness until the last one. This song is for all those pretty peacocks who flew away.
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Post by granny on Sept 9, 2021 16:49:31 GMT
granny Your comment in my Freddie at 75 thread about the generation lost to AIDS made me think of this song. I thought it was utterly brilliant when I first heard it. Great melody and the most heart-rending, poignant lyrics. I remember those terrible days so well, there were many in the music industry caught up by it. Going on hospital visits to a former isolation hospital outside Munich that had been mothballed for 20 years but which was suddenly fine to use again. Wrapped up in industrial thickness gloves, aprons and masks before being allowed onto the ward to visit friends and colleagues who had been the brave and the proud, reduced to the ashamed, lonely and the hopeless. And the flights to London to visit, every trip showing more of the slow descent into illness until the last one. This song is for all those pretty peacocks who flew away. Yes, a good song. What angered me most in the eighties was the attempts to suppress information on AIDS. I remember when the scientists were getting alarmed at the emergence of this new disease but strangely there was more information in the Jehovah's Witness publication "The Watchtower" than in UK official sources. Margaret Thatcher attempted to block explicit, public health warnings about Aids because she feared the proposed descriptions of “risky sex” would do immense harm to young teenagers. Objections raised by the prime minister and older cabinet colleagues in the 1980s may appear inappropriate now but reflect public reluctance at the time to acknowledge that the UK was facing a major epidemic. Thatcher fought repeatedly on the grounds of suppressing bad taste to limit wider distribution of precise explanations of which sexual practices were most likely to lead to HIV infection.
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Post by rockonquo on Sept 10, 2021 4:27:18 GMT
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