My first great musical love was Johnny Cash, the outlaw country singer whose growl spoke of trains, guns, lost loves and hard times. My second, was Joe Strummer. Joe, the archetypal punk rock rebel – hair slicked into a James Dean quiff, spoke in a languid drawl, and sang as though he had broken glass in his throat.
Strummer was, of course, the lead singer of The Clash, one of the greatest rock bands ever to have made a record, but he was more than that, because he was the embodiment of a way of thinking which is enshrined in the title of the film that Julien Temple made about him: The Future is Unwritten.
Nothing is fixed – nothing is determined according to this philosophy. The outcomes are undecided, nobody knows what is going to happen next. One minute we know what’s happening next week, the next we’re all in lockdown and wondering if we’ve got enough toilet roll. My personal view of deconstruction is that it provides boundless opportunity for creativity, lots of space for exploration and development. The future is unwritten – it is our privilege to write it as we go.
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