‘Initiator Factor Two!’ The ecstatic cry, arising from a hippie band playing psychedelic music in a grassy field, greets a dancer in orange leotard and lemon tights as she takes her moment in the limelight. Emerging from a pulsating blob of bodies with anemone arms, she twirls, skips past a jiggly line of people with balloons tied to their heads, and handsprings towards a ragtag gaggle (‘tRNA!’ yelps the vocalist) who are in turn stringing along a shirtless guy in shorts and specs, capering like an imp (‘Amino Acid!’). She tugs her group back towards the balloon people as another amorphous clump of bodies rolls towards them. A shaggy man in a wizard cloak joins hands with a – what is he, a snorkeller? – and they gallop about together. The narration is Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poem Jabberwocky spiked with words from a cell biology textbook. There are puffs of smoke, a hooded jester, children and grown-ups, leaping women in bird-of-paradise sleeves; there is body paint and music, green grass and sunshine, and everyone seems euphorically happy.
Far out, as they might have said back then. This will blow your mind.
This is also a rather literal representation of protein synthesis.