I mentioned my strange taste in music and I've been trying to remember when it reared it's head.
I'd been through my Chuck Berry,Little Richard,Fats Domino period,listened to a little jazz and drifted into classical music.Mozart,Beethoven,Strauss,the classical mainstream as it were.Then one day,while decorating the bathroom,I heard the first few notes of The Star Spangled Banner,the Jimi Hendrix version.I stopped painting,listened,and began a musical journey.Hendrix to John McLoughlin to Weather Report,then on to Billy Cobham and Charlie Haden.
I had some records by the pre electric Miles Davis but then heard a track from Bitches Brew and off I went again.John Surman,Keith Tippett,Evan Parker,Company,then Stockhousen,Cage,Tan Dun,I was back in the never ending circle that is music.
This strange taste in music I'm supposed to have,maybe it's this journey I've been taking thats strange.
To give you some idea of where I'm at,my last three CDs are:
The Trio of Doom.
Evan Parkers,The Moments Energy.
Canteloube's,Chants d' Auvergne.
Not that strange,surely.
Monday 30 August 2010
Sunday 29 August 2010
I've only been here since Tuesday,and I know thats no time at all,but is anyone out there reading what I post.There's been no comments,not even a rubbish,or a blog off,yet either of those would show that someone had noticed me.Maybe I should just begin a diary and put my thought's in that,the extraction of them and their placement on a page would be the same as blogging.Or maybe!write them down,take them out into the yard and set fire to them.My ramblings would then float up into the sky,and be carried by the winds across continents and land.......I know not where or when.lol.
I was told to search through other blogs and sign in as a follower or friend of blogs I found interesting,the only trouble is,I can't find any that interest me.My problems are that I'm not religious,have no family,hate gardening and have no business to promote,which wipes out 90% of the blogs I've come across.There was one I came across this morning with a lovely photo of a husband and wife and their two son's,the youngest of which had white eye(the opposite of red eye),the name Damien came to mind.
I apologise to anyone who reads this,but its lightened my mood from purple/black to a paler shade of blue.
I was told to search through other blogs and sign in as a follower or friend of blogs I found interesting,the only trouble is,I can't find any that interest me.My problems are that I'm not religious,have no family,hate gardening and have no business to promote,which wipes out 90% of the blogs I've come across.There was one I came across this morning with a lovely photo of a husband and wife and their two son's,the youngest of which had white eye(the opposite of red eye),the name Damien came to mind.
I apologise to anyone who reads this,but its lightened my mood from purple/black to a paler shade of blue.
Saturday 28 August 2010
Voices
I have to belive that someone is reading this,other wise what's the point,and if you are I have a question.Is there a voice that curls your toe's,sends a shiver up your back.Joyce once said that she could listen to Roger Livesey reading the telephone book,is there a voice that does the same for you.
John Arlott's was the voice of summer for me,but it never curled my toes.Joan Greenwood's did,from the very first time I heard it to the last.Hers was a voice I could feel as well as hear.Alistair Cooke's was another,when I read his Letter's from America its his voice I hear.Without trying Carl Sagan,Katherine Hepburn and Gore Vidal come to mind,and of course Joyce,who's voice inhabits my dreams.
John Arlott's was the voice of summer for me,but it never curled my toes.Joan Greenwood's did,from the very first time I heard it to the last.Hers was a voice I could feel as well as hear.Alistair Cooke's was another,when I read his Letter's from America its his voice I hear.Without trying Carl Sagan,Katherine Hepburn and Gore Vidal come to mind,and of course Joyce,who's voice inhabits my dreams.
Friday 27 August 2010
A game of numbers.
Its the second day of five of the fourth of the four match test series between England and Pakistan.It's the first session after lunch and England are 98 for 5.I'm listening to it on Radio 5 live and it's bringing back so many memories.At the moment the comentators are discussing the name given to a group of ducks,is it a gaggle,a skain,they can't decide.Oh dear!thats another wicket,and England are 102 for 6.Sorry,103 for 7.Swann has just been caught for a duck,making Swann one of four ducks today.
This is so exciting,I shall have to stop for a while.
This is so exciting,I shall have to stop for a while.
Thursday 26 August 2010
Next time
I checked the fridge this morning and all that was left was half a tub of Flora,a little coleslaw and two tomato's,and as the bread bin held only four slices and two fruit buns I popped into my local supermarket.A right idiot I must have looked in my crash helmet,waterproof trousers and drovers coat.Five minutes earlier it was chucking it down,you couldn't see through the rain,but now.Now it was high summer,blue sky,sunshine,and me standing in a puddle,steaming.I put my helmet and gloves in a trolley,hung the saddle bags over the front and folded the coat over the handle.
I found a few things in the reduced section,then some fruit,a loaf and one or two other things,nine items in all.The five checkouts that were open all had long queue's,as did the ten items or under checkout,so I thought,I'll use the self service checkout.WRONG!
The three reduced items wouldn't register and while I was looking for what to do next a young member of staff came up to me."are you having trouble"she asked,"no,no,I'm alright"I answered.She stepped between me and the trolley and took over."these can be a bit difficult if your not used to them"she said.I'm sure everyone within earshot must have thought,"poor old bugger".She put everything through,then said,"all you have to","I know what I have to do"I said.
"CHOOSE HOW YOU WISH TO PAY"the checkout shouted,it's lights flashing,I clicked on cash and began feeding it.A £5.00 note,a £2.oo coin,two £1.00 coins,one of which it spat out.It looked alright so I put it in again,and of course it spat it out again.I had two fifty pence pieces so in they went along with two twenties and a two pence and that was it,the right money.
"Do you want a hand packing"the young lady was back again"."No thanks"I said"I have these",pointing at the saddle bags,well I couldn't load up and get out quick enough.
It'll be easier next time.Won't it!
I found a few things in the reduced section,then some fruit,a loaf and one or two other things,nine items in all.The five checkouts that were open all had long queue's,as did the ten items or under checkout,so I thought,I'll use the self service checkout.WRONG!
The three reduced items wouldn't register and while I was looking for what to do next a young member of staff came up to me."are you having trouble"she asked,"no,no,I'm alright"I answered.She stepped between me and the trolley and took over."these can be a bit difficult if your not used to them"she said.I'm sure everyone within earshot must have thought,"poor old bugger".She put everything through,then said,"all you have to","I know what I have to do"I said.
"CHOOSE HOW YOU WISH TO PAY"the checkout shouted,it's lights flashing,I clicked on cash and began feeding it.A £5.00 note,a £2.oo coin,two £1.00 coins,one of which it spat out.It looked alright so I put it in again,and of course it spat it out again.I had two fifty pence pieces so in they went along with two twenties and a two pence and that was it,the right money.
"Do you want a hand packing"the young lady was back again"."No thanks"I said"I have these",pointing at the saddle bags,well I couldn't load up and get out quick enough.
It'll be easier next time.Won't it!
Wednesday 25 August 2010
Daily,weekly or.......
Iv'e been thinking,should I write a daily blog,a weekly blog,or a blog only when interesting blog.
I find nothing interesting in how Bobby Jnr is getting on with his potty training or that Rufus has chewed his new lead.Now if Bobby had tossed a full potty out of the window and over a passing stranger,or if Rufus had chewed his way through a door and dug up a newly planted hydranger bush,that may have interested me.
A week or so ago I made use of one of this summers warmer days by going for a cruise on The Angel.There I was,all in black and cruising along Watling Street thinking,how cool I must look to the oncoming drivers in their metal boxes when my right leg began to feel cold.I glanced down to find my left trouser leg had risen up to almost my knee.I was riding along with one black denim covered leg and one naked,white leg,and not looking anywhere near as cool as I had imagined.
This was more than made up for when a few days later one of those large people carriers passed me on the M6.As it passed I saw three children looking through the windows,one smiling and waving and the other two taking photo's.I assumed they were thinking,Gee,how cool.ha,ha,ha.
I find nothing interesting in how Bobby Jnr is getting on with his potty training or that Rufus has chewed his new lead.Now if Bobby had tossed a full potty out of the window and over a passing stranger,or if Rufus had chewed his way through a door and dug up a newly planted hydranger bush,that may have interested me.
A week or so ago I made use of one of this summers warmer days by going for a cruise on The Angel.There I was,all in black and cruising along Watling Street thinking,how cool I must look to the oncoming drivers in their metal boxes when my right leg began to feel cold.I glanced down to find my left trouser leg had risen up to almost my knee.I was riding along with one black denim covered leg and one naked,white leg,and not looking anywhere near as cool as I had imagined.
This was more than made up for when a few days later one of those large people carriers passed me on the M6.As it passed I saw three children looking through the windows,one smiling and waving and the other two taking photo's.I assumed they were thinking,Gee,how cool.ha,ha,ha.
In the beginning.
I hate coming in halfway through films,old films with a beginning,a middle,and an end.So as a blog is a kind of rolling memoir I'll give you a beginning today,start the middle tomorrow and let someone else write the end.
That I was born in Stourport on Severn is due in no small part to a Mr Hitler.It was thought at the time safer if mothers to be were sent from Surrey to just outside the engineering centre of a war torn England to give birth.Mother and son soon moved back to Surrey,so I class myself a southerner.I married in my early twenties and divorced fourteen years later.I spent the next twelve years with a lady who I loved dearly and who died in my arms.
I have a strange taste in music,or so I'm told,a library of books,many of which I'll never get to read,drive a classic Mini and ride a trike.
I should have ridden over to Chorley for a custom bike show last Sunday,but as a fellow triker said,"Divide state pension by petrol=not much in the kitty."Anyway,I have two events to go to next months,they may make up for this lost weekend.
Grey ghost
That I was born in Stourport on Severn is due in no small part to a Mr Hitler.It was thought at the time safer if mothers to be were sent from Surrey to just outside the engineering centre of a war torn England to give birth.Mother and son soon moved back to Surrey,so I class myself a southerner.I married in my early twenties and divorced fourteen years later.I spent the next twelve years with a lady who I loved dearly and who died in my arms.
I have a strange taste in music,or so I'm told,a library of books,many of which I'll never get to read,drive a classic Mini and ride a trike.
I should have ridden over to Chorley for a custom bike show last Sunday,but as a fellow triker said,"Divide state pension by petrol=not much in the kitty."Anyway,I have two events to go to next months,they may make up for this lost weekend.
Grey ghost
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