no. no. no.
The title-quotation, I gather, must be the utterance from one of Englands previous "leaders" (putting the quote "take me to your leader" in quite a different perspective) after she must have heard Ad Visser, the presenter of the dutch variety of Top of the Pops (being a rip-off and all), Toppop. Ad Visser being a presenter of said program, making exactly the same kind of what his idea was that music also could be. (No need to go look at YouTube, you can take my word for it - darn, it's awful.) The one moment in time the future baroness was right: this cannot and will not do!
I am born in this country, you know. - Now you know what's wrong with me - having to evolve in situ in order to survive, quite a feat - so I can assure that El Reg is not complicit in any physical harm or deformation by the distribution of Elon's Sweetest Child in Time.
My sympathies go to my fellow readers who did suffer and find themselves in quite a different place from which they last time remember to be, in quite a different shape, and bits missing from their soul. The guy in the white coat told me, with loving, caring eyes, that given time and good care, I could live to see my kids grow up. And when I say caring eyes, I mean that he even didn't blink when I said he could have my kids, it being for the best, since, well, no legal surgery can undo that, pointing at the terror twins, while wrecking the peace and killing each other, growing up with Frozen and that.
With one of the greatest philosophers in mind, Captain Sensible, I dare say it's music, I am happily damned, but no truer words were spoken when he said: Noises for hero's, music 's for zero's.