“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets. And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this earth with envious eyes. And slowly and surely they drew their plans against us.”
Updated for a more contemporary audience, an introduction quite similar to the one above precedes the inevitable in Stephen Spielberg’s latest science fiction film, War of the Worlds.
I saw the new film this past week and it was the introductory words voiced by Morgan Freeman that drew me back to when I first heard something so similar. It was 1978. The words quoted above were spoken by a man who was to become one of my favorite actors, Richard Burton. They are the opening to “Eve of the War” in Jeff Wayne’s musical interpretation of H.G. Wells’ novel The War of the Worlds.
I was seven at the time I heard this album. My good friend Matt had acquired it. His father had been the one to purchase the album almost immediately after it had been released and one night when I was over at Matt’s house I saw the new cover among his family’s record collection and asked to listen to it. I remember being intrigued by the cover art, and the interior artwork of the double LP album. And I remember the album. Particularly I remember Richard Burton’s haunting voice as he would propel the narrative forward in and among the various tracks.
