Museum Musica

France, 1973, Canterbury scene / space rock

Gong – Flying Teapot: Telepathy is always portrayed in books and film as this means of perfect understanding and clarity, but what if it’s the opposite? How cluttered are our minds with nonsense? We might be flipping our loose lips with our forefinger while making noises. We might be moaning or clucking our tongue. We might be expressing ourselves internally and it have no meaning to anyone else not us, expressions that cannot translate into clear communication. Telepathy as communication is a fun thought, but the little green men in our brains are best left for us alone. We’d go crazy if we heard everyone else’s pixies.