Tuesday, 21 November 2017

6 degrees of captivation ......

Having been beguiled by Ane Brun, I then watched this YouTube of her ....



and was just captivated ..... Ane ... Ane .... I love you Ane .....

But it then got me thinking about other captivating performances ....

What about Perla .....


Perla .... Perla ..... I love you ......

Although you have no idea what she is singing about [I do now.... as I looked it up some time ago and this Mexican song has quite a story to tell ] but regardless .... you cannot take your eyes off her [well I couldn't] ......

Then of course there is the queen of captivation .....


I mean dancing on the back of truck... what were you thinking Bjork .....

I suppose dancing around the Empire State building is a bit less bonkers



But Karen O dances with vigour and captivates all the way round ..... 
just so damned smiley ......

Then Camille captivated me on Mars .....




What a fab way to end a song .... how can you not be captivated by that ......

And then last but not least .... I tripped up on this one and thought wow .......



In fact so wow was I captivated by Alice Phoebe Lou.....

 I am going to see her live at Oslo on Thursday night ....

and here is another wonderful bonus track of hers .......



A song that not so much captivates .......

but tip toes across your soul ......

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

6 clicks of separation .......

If I recall it all started with Kevin Bacon .... starting first as 6 degrees of Bacon ... but then people realised it works in all forms ......

A few years back I discovered I was just 6 degrees of separation with [from] Karen Blixen .... hard to believe I know .... but truely true ....

Then I realised, it works with music .... the first click starts with the TV remote, then you hear a song playing as a sound track to a scene in a TV program, so you click Shazam on your phone, then you click You Tube ...... and before you know it .... within the 6 clicks of separation you are at ....

6 clicks of Ane Brun ....

The original of this first track was of course the wonderful Nick Cage ... 
but what a sublime version here ....












And how about a bed bouncer to finish on ....
 do you remember ?




beguiling ......

Click Click .......








Thursday, 21 September 2017

If just looking at a Ferrari 246 Dino is enough to .....


.... melt your retina's .....


Then just listening to this song is more than capable of
melting your brain ......


[usual rules apply.... Sennheiser ie8 inserted in tabs 
and volume set to full throtttle]


 

Saturday, 26 August 2017

No fear ....


I passed my motorcycle test today ....

brilliant 

fucking brilliant .....












Friday, 11 November 2016

High Priest of Pathos ......


says it all really
dance me to the end of love ....


The beautiful prose will always remain .......

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Let's finish ......



....with one last SoD ....
there can be no other choice 
but the genius that is Paul Buchanan ...

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

When your eyes meet mine, I lose simple skills ......

....... like putting my underpants on the right way round,
as I funked up for work this morning ......

I'd forgotten what a great album this is .... 
until my morning commute ....



a perfect Tuesday tune ...

Monday, 11 July 2016

Simple things please .... simple minds ....

My cycling challenge last year was to defeat Ditchling Beacon ..... this year it is the Dunwich Dynamo .... a 120 cycle ride through the night from east London to the disappearing hamlet of Dunwich on the Suffolk coast ....

Feel a splashing round your ankles and you know that in your stupor you've ridden too far ....

So this year I have been training hard .....

Earlier this year my older sister who at 55 years old is a novice cyclist, commenced her training for the London to Paris bike ride, and realising how long you have to sit in the saddle to cover long distances, asked me .... what do you think about when riding ? ...... in a heart beat the answer was easy ..... not falling off I truthfully declared ......

But as I pass through Suffolk village to Suffolk village building up the training miles my eye is often caught by a sign by the road .....

First I saw this one ........  and my immediate thought ....

If it really is an Elvis tribute then it must surely be an all you can eat buffet ......


As for this one ..... what a truely wonderful name .... 



....... if I was a woman and having issues with my lady garden then for sure....... if I was going to visit a osteopath, without doubt it would be Ned Wombwell..... who wouldn't want a well womb .....

Riding towards Lavenham, out the corner of my eye I saw a road sign .... weak bridge ... it declared .......


As I pedaled along .... I wondered ..... when they say weak bridge .... does that mean if I went up to it and went ........ Boo ! ...... would it suddenly start crying .....

And finally I have often wondered what a pillory post looks like .......

now I know .....

Interestingly one thing I have never seen on my bike rides
is a sweaty woman in a arran knit jumper 
could the Dunwich Dynamo be a first  ?


Tuesday, 14 June 2016

The grave yard shift .....


..... seems I am not the only one trying to get away from this life
even the dead are trying to escape as well ....


and talking of bones
this was on my playlist
as I pampered the remaining residents .....




[footnote: this was not on my playlist, but came on Bones autoplay .... so why not more bones Sod's]






Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Insomnia and music .... happy bed fellows ...



Last nights lullaby ....
becomes today's SoD

If only Richard knew
how he whispered me to sleep {eventually}



and how about this ....
I never was any good at morse code
so this seems fitting ...



{best heard ..... in the dark, eyes closed, sennheiser earphones ie8 in ear }




Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Grief is just a form of self pity ...... or so claimed .....

... my eldest brother a few days after our fathers funeral ..... I thought it was a bit harsh at the time .......

In January of this year I wrote about Pam, and how it came to be that her Son and Husband came to tell me she had been ill ...... since then I have seen Pam and we've had some loverly chats remembering the good moments in our respective time together ..... but she never once felt sorry for her self .... in fact we didn't really talk about her illness .......

Over the May bank holiday weekend I received word she had moved to a local hospice. I went to see David on the Sunday, he was stoic, but you could tell he was hurting. Last Wednesday, after speaking to David on the phone in the morning, I went to see Pam in the afternoon. As I walked down the hall of the hospice towards her room, I met David and he offered to show me the way to her room. Bearing in mind that David has almost lost his sight and now relies upon a white stick, showing me the way, well..... David is a proud man, but he took my arm. I asked him how she was doing and he started to cry, it took all of his energy to try and maintain his dignity ..... I took his hand and we walked down the corridor saying no words... anyone walking behind us seeing two middle aged men walking hand in hand .....

As I sat with Pam, holding her hand .... David next to me, in fact we were both kneeling, he gently stroked her hair ......

David rang me this morning .... Just hearing the pain in his voice ...... Pam passed away last night. The call took seconds and as I put the phone down .... I found myself crying too.

As I lay in bed last night despite it being 1am, I was wide awake reflecting back ..... unaware that Pam was taking her last breath on this earth ..... my brother's words were ringing in my ears ...... I thought about the moment kneeling at the side of Pam's bed last week holding her hands, David stroking her hair .... anyone at the door seeing me kneeling might have thought I was praying at her bedside .... who knows perhaps I was ..... but the contrast was not lost on me ..... David's marriage coming to an end by death and mine by divorce .... I elected not to share this with David .... his grief was yet to come, but only less than a week away.

They say divorce brings about it's own form of grief and lying in bed last night, I was also thinking about the sadness in losing my Dad, Katie dying last year for no good reason at the stupid young age of 21 [but can there be any good reason to die, even though it is inevitable] and then perhaps the sadness that the life I have known to the age of 53 years has come to an end.

But why do we grieve .... do we grieve for the person that is lost or for the life that we lost .... the lives left behind that have been lost. I have no real idea what happens to us when we die, but in my mind it is nothing, a dark quite unconscionable nothingness. If this is true, then why should it be that death is something to fear, for if you die in to a nothingness, then you have no consciousness and can therefore experience no loss. It is only the ones left behind who are left with their thoughts, the moments lost from a life once lived.

I remember on my first trip to sea and I suffered terribly with sea sickness, by the christ it made me ill, but I did eventually get over it by my 2nd trip. But considering it was 37 years ago I have this strong memory of one moment of sea sickness. I was on bridge watching keeping duties, and to the rear of the bridge was the loo. This was an older ship, very utilitarian construction, the engine vibrations constant through the fabric of the steel structure and as a fuel oil carrier had a pervading smell of dark oil. As I honked up in the bowl, I blacked out. I don't know for how long, but at the nano second I came too, just in that very instance I had no understanding of where I was, what had happened nor that I had blacked out. No conscience at all, and then at the end of that nano second, I became aware of the vibrations, the smell of oil and an awareness of where I was and who I was. That memory has stayed with me all these years.

But at that nano second before I knew what was happening, there was nothing, a complete empty nothingness ..... that is how I imagine death ..... so why do we grieve towards the thought of death .....

And still it comes back, we grieve for ourselves for the life lost .... the lost life of the departed ? or is it the life the living have lost  ? ......

These are the thoughts I had last night, the thoughts I had before last night, and now the thoughts I have today.

We look back on moments in our lives...... 
that moment when to steal the line ....

This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime ....

and as I listened to this music last night, and now again today 




..... I wonder why I write this shite ......
 ..... who knows maybe my brother has a point after all .....