It’s extraordinary to think that the rich and famous once had nothing better than to float over our cities in magnificent silver airships. In the 1920s and 30s these were the ocean liners of the clouds. They had opulent dining rooms, grand pianos and even their own post offices. The dream ended of course, with the Hindenburg disaster of 1937, but what a romantic notion while it lasted; the spectacle of such a Leviathan drifting through the heavens must have been truly awe inspiring. So awe inspiring in fact, that I wrote this song!