If space travel doesn’t involve sea shanties then I think we’ll have missed an opportunity.
You see though, for sea travel you want big strong people who are capable of managing rigging. For space travel you want small low-mass people who are technically educated, as they are called, nerds. Your space shanties are going to be less booming and more squeaky.
in so far as there will be space shanties, they’ll be filk
I call shenanigans on the big strong people; sailors were young and malnourished by modern standards, and climbing around the rigging is easier if you’re small and light.
Like, I am 100% in favor of shanties in as many situations as possible, but I’m having trouble coming up with a mode of space travel that would require multiple humans to move in concert, thus necessitating songs with a strong beat to move to.
Sea chanties were for providing a strong beat to move to. Space chanties might very well arise just because we’re bored, out there between point A and point B for so long.
(Also yes, @gdanskcityofficial up there has the right of it.)
Space shanties are for warp piloting. Under warp drive, human time perception and time as measured by crystal or atomic oscillators don’t match. Starship pilots listen to a small unamplified chorus singing a careful rhythm while keeping their own eyes on a silent metronome that the chorus can’t see, linked to a highly-precise atomic clock. How the chorus and metronome fall in and out of sync tells the pilot how to keep the ship safely in the warp bubble and correctly on course.
Depending on route, a typical warp jump can last anywhere from one to ten minutes, and most courses consist of five to fifteen jumps before a necessary four to six hour break to check the engines, plot the next set of jumps, and give everyone a chance to recover. A good shanty team, with reliable rhythm, a broad, versatile, and extendible repertoire, and the stamina to do 3-4 sets a day over the course of a voyage, is just as vital to space travel as a pilot, navigator, or engineering team.
Other reasons Shanties will experience a revival in the space age:
We will sing for any freaking reason, or no reason at all, and Shanties are FUN to sing.
Deep Space is a lonely place and recruiting people suited to long periods of isolation might be a good idea. People from Newfoundland/Labrador, for instance.
THEY’RE DEFINITELY REAL I FEEL IT IN MY SOUL
“What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor” is basically a revenge fantasy against your most incompetent co-workers and if there’s something humans love doing, it’s being petty.
I left my alter driftingIn another quantum braneHis eyes are sort of shiftyBut we’re otherwise the same
If the timeline branches one wayI’m alive and he is deadBut if we go the otherThen it’s me who croaked instead
So remember when when you’re sailing‘Pon the hyper spatial sea If your life you would preserveDo not trust the evil me.
“What do you do with a broken warp core? What do you do with a broken warp core? What do you do with a broken warp core?When the Borg are coming?”
@dduane included / mentioned a couple of songs in “The Wounded Sky”, though they’re more filk than folk or shanty.
There’s “The Weird-Looking Thing with All the Eyes and the Asteroid-Miner’s Daughter”.
There’s a take-off on the refreshingly-comic song about Irish mixed marriages, “The Orange and the Green” - described in the book as
”a bawdy ballad about the (improbable) offspring of the marriage between an Altasa and a Vulcan“. (I’ve always said an Orion would be greener, she’s always said “you weren’t writing it”.)
And there’s “Enterprise, Starship”, a calypso to the tune of (surprise) John Denver’s “Calypso”, which we’ve both heard sung, and which works rather well…
Words: Diane Duane
Music: Calypso, by John Denver
To sail on a dream in the sun-fretted darkness,
To soar through the starlight unfrightened, alone,
To work in the service of life and the living,
In search of the answers to questions unknown,
To be part of the movement,and part of the growing,
Part of beginning to understand, --
Enterprise, starship, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us, the stories you'd tell!
Enterprise, starship, we sing to your spirit,
The beings who have served you so long and so well.
Like the starfire that guides you as we ride inside you,
You shine in the darkness and lead us aright,
And though we are strangers in your silent spaces,
While we're in your world we can learn from your night,
To be constant as stars, to reach ever outward,
Laughing and loving and *being* the light! --
And then there’s Leslie Fish…
“Raise up the aft shields, Train the weapons to. Set the mighty starship’s course and keep her straight and true. The deeds we do here, historians extol. We are the crews that keep the peace we’re the Border Patrol.”
And then there’s “Banned From Argo”
Here’s Heather Dale from her kid’s album, performing Frank Hayes’ “Never Set the Cat on Fire” Not a shanty, but worth adding. http://ift.tt/2rOhOEf
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