This morning, or this evening, depending on your perspective, I was talking to Bulawayo Johnno, who lives in Sydney, if that’s not too confusing. He got thrown out of ‘Rhodesia’ and came here where, we were lucky enough to get him on the last convict ship bound for Bottany Bay. Anyway, he was in pre-bedtime – Read More-
Of the fundamental cause, accounts may slightly vary Man bites bat or bat bites man, either way its pretty scary. In a market selling food to the poor; scorpion, bat and dog, Millipede, cat, locust, beetle, hamster, slug and frog. People so poor they can’t afford a tin of spam Thus is life on the – Read More-
Ok, I haven’t watched one movie since this insanity started. Try to avoid watching things on tv because that’s how you die. Internally if not externally. Binge-watching 17 hours of Songs of Praise, just ain’t my thing. And although, according to everyone; everything on Netflix is ‘just brilliant!!!!’ it’s generally one person tells you their – Read More-
It’s life, Jim. Yet an alien, bizarre, obscure kind of half-life in which ‘lunch’ becomes the main feature of the week, followed closely (ok, and dinner) by ‘the allotted exercise period’. The police have new powers in which ‘being somewhere’ is now possibly a crime, depending on the mood of the particular officer in question. – Read More-
Well rules are meant to be broken, right? So my rule about not mentioning the c-word(s, as we have both Coronavirus AND Covid 19; we are twice blessed with fucking c-words) has to go out of the window. Because people are doing it wrong and it needs to be righted. Organised. Sorted. Protocols need to – Read More-
So yesterday’s lesson was about the perfect ALBUM. Obviously, the only person who learned anything, and took vigorous notes, was me. Because music is almost the most personal thing ever. One man’s Bridge over Troubled Water is another man’s Tie a Yellow Ribbon. As they say. One man’s Iron Man is another man’s Summer Holiday. – Read More-
Three songs I hate: Bohemian Rhapsody, I’m not in love (10cc), If you leave me now (Chicago). They all suffer from chronic radio overkill ‘back in the day’. And however good the most iconic of Queen songs is, and it really really is, it just got tired after 226 airings a day. For 3 months. – Read More-
So some music you’re predisposed to like. Your first look at this album cover, the first from Roxy Music, and if you were a teenager of the (predominantly) male variety, you just HAD to love it. There was no option. Because the picture was suddenly essential in your life. Lots of music covers featured pretty – Read More-
So you have your ‘favourite tunes’ and your ‘best album everrrrr!s’ and presume that the way the bass lines syncopate with the drums, or the effect of the harmonies, or the magnificence of the musical score… blah, blah, blah. You assume that if you really LOVE a song, its because there’s something intrinsic about that – Read More-
I’ve scrapped my last diary. Started again. Hoping this one’s better than the last. And really, who cares or even remembers when the first Chinaman who ate that iffy bat, well past its sell-by, succumbed to the Chaina-virus? It’s a bit irrelevant. So although we went into ‘lockdown’ yesterday, I went into work, just to – Read More-