“That’s Entertainment” by The Jam. (rewrite)

September 23, 2008 at 6:13 pm | Posted in music, writing | 8 Comments
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by the right honourable Lord Jim of Conradland, haha, he said raising the dragon tankard. Two boymen creatures from the expensive Private School, stripey ties undone lounging across seats until Fuck Off emits from his mind and they retreat into corners staring out of windows. He sits behind them and watches the wet street. They slowly return to their conversation about who fingered where of whom and so forth and his mind returned to guitar chords and those two Fairholme girls he’ld met in the park one night, thankfully not wearing school uniform that would have been unbearable despite its legality. He was drunk and stoned, it was 7.30. He was playing that night at eleven and they sat down for some reason and started drinking with him and he told them about the gig and they followed the band and attracted some boys who fought with others who had sweet young things of their own to protect. The bus stopped and he remembered he had forgotten to lockdown the computers before he left work again. Oh well,

If I Was (1)

August 19, 2008 at 6:30 pm | Posted in music | 21 Comments
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Penn and Teller, well I’ld make my own links, backwards. Writing a novel’s not hard. I’ld start with an ending and being me, a happy one, why not, it’s a fifty fifty shot from here and if I’m choosing my destiny instead of being blown about by any tide into whatsoever whirlpool I would choose at least to be a little happier coming out. So now who would I have to be, to be that man happy to have been, those qualities I will find in him, a story of becoming and because he is not saving the world, merely exercising his fundamental right to the pursuit of happiness, he will not need to be a superhero. Now if I become that man and write that story it will end with me sitting on a balcony next to a most beautiful woman who I may not even have seen, since how she looks becomes fundamentally unimportant when I am blinded by the light of the sun reflecting from the ocean spiralling up through the valley alive with energy, some sleeping and others laughing, some dancing and many merely pondering the miracle of existence, exu, I would tell that story backwards as did you,

On Drums.

August 6, 2008 at 7:20 pm | Posted in blogging, links, music | 12 Comments
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There is a singularity, a fundamental truth beyond which even physicists may not pass, rhythm. Everything is a wave, hello, bye bye,
And a musician and a drummer. And this piece of writing features one of all my favourite characters, Caliban. It is the language itself that must be transcended, said somebody in a hat, a yellow beanie actually, scratching his stubble and mumbling, Cocoyea is a great drummer.

got a rolls royce

August 5, 2008 at 6:31 pm | Posted in music, prosepoemthingy, writing | 11 Comments
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‘cos its good for my voice,
anyone can write maudlin introspection
looking into a goddamn mirror, sir ian, he said
clattering up from his chair and tossing
kings and pawns and chequered boards across the room,
play that Amsterdam Song again
the one in which squalls approached and not a man objected,
slamming his drink down on the piano in F.
and leaning in smelling of salt fish, absynthe
and the last trace of some Egyptian cigarette,
so close his whiskers brushed my cheek and whispering,
have you seen the piano player, my dear,
his gift was only in his hands,
as he closed the diamond clasp around my throat
leaned back and smiled
or has he disappeared,

the keith jarrett riff,

August 1, 2008 at 6:58 pm | Posted in genre isn't dead yet but it should be, music | 10 Comments
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hey, you gotta have a hand jive
bootsy said if we’re going again,
count those silly bubbles,
pop pop pop
deep below some ancient carp is
singing some wild and thrubbing song
and sunonhead is drifting off,
he hopes his work is surely done

hey, Squires he says jangling the keys,
home time frog jumps in beer oclock,
ding ding, Shanghai, we’re here
wake up, says F, slamming his glass down on the piano, jesus man the parties just begun, i tell you you play great but I ain’t hiring you, goddamn junkie dead and done,

he turns from the obvious mirror in which his reflection can’t be seen,
i remember the days, sir ian, in wonderful suits of grey,
pluperfect in green felt hat,
some whiskery comedian,
some less outrageous Monk,

It is all seems so strange,

June 21, 2008 at 7:53 pm | Posted in blogging, links, music, poetry, writing | 9 Comments
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Here is a truely beautiful and mystically effective poem by Tina Trivett which has stayed in my mind like a haunting all week,
June Evening

and here is a related song which could be the other side,

Have a wonderful daynight thingy,

life is a wonderful thing,

June 13, 2008 at 9:15 pm | Posted in music, pictures | 18 Comments
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oh well,

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