It is estimated there are 7 Billion people alive on earth, I would like to think there is only one of me. Alas if only that were true. I think we are not unique and whilst we are products of our DNA, it does not make me the only one of me. For all my belief that I have something new and unique to say by blogging, I am not unique and my words are not new......they are just the random words mixed up in my head and then re-arranged into sentences posted on to this blog to make it sound like me.
.... this week it's blokes with guitars week .....
Last week trapped in my car for 2 hours I was listening to radio 4 and there was an interesting program [well in my head it was interesting] about how this chap was giving up music for lent......
A first flush it sounded an easy concept, but it got into very deep thought as to what constitutes music..... is bird song music ? what actually is music ?
There are people who cannot hear music.... amusia it's called..... how dreadful must that be....
At the time of writing this, the program can still be heard on BBC iPlayer, but be warned if you are trying to give up music for lent don't listen to it during lent.... it contains music.....
What I have often thought is why I like certain music.... my theory is down to frequency.... all music has a certain frequency ...... and we as physical beings resonate at a certain frequency...... think about it ..... we are merely a mass blob of molecules held in rigid form by skin and bones..... without the skin and bones we'd just be a messy guey blob on the floor ..... but even the skin and bones are just molecules.... and one thing that molecules do is move around..... I think when we hear a tune .... what happens is our molecules are dancing.... and when they dance in perfect harmony of the frequency of the music..... kappow you just love the song ...... we even use the phrase in tune with our body ......
I know what music I like..... but I have no sodding idea what frequency my body resonates at .... but looking at my SoD's it is very similar to the frequency of blokes with guitars ...... time after time there they are ...... as for the Blue Nile, it goes beyond guitars ..... their music is so aligned to my frequency everything else just stops .... hence when I pass from this life to the next and my molecules stop dancing ....... oh gosh I do hope I am listening to Paul Buchanan ..... I know he will still be singing to me in the next life......
So this week, it's a week of blokes with guitars SoD's .......
Starting with non other than Damien Jurado
this guy just hits my frequency everytime
and I started with this one because....
my kids went to Beacon Hill
some of my happiest moments were....
scoring goals for the
Beacon Hill Dreamers .....
...... ageing dads
having one last oorah with a football...
before making that last step into middle age....
effectively ...... that's what blogging is ....... talking bollux....
The truth is, we live in our own universe and each one of us is at the epicenter of our own universe..... we assume that other people see the world in the way you do....... but of course they can't...... they are looking at it from a different direction to you.....
Quiet frankly I have no idea who reads this shit that I write.... in fact I am not even sure anyone actually reads it.... for all I know I am writing to an empty room, and yet there are 7 billion people standing in the next room....
We used to read the newspapers for ....well....news.... to tell us things about the world we wouldn't have otherwise known about. And with that news, we accepted the opinions that came with it.....
But in reality, we now don't need newspapers in the conventional sense ....... we have the internet... and as for opinions we have bloggers..... those of whom we agree with, we read and those we don't .... we exude the word..... bollux..... and then don't bother to read/click again.
Of course we now have those professional bloggers, who skilfully pretend to be innocent Joe and instead they are just trying to flog blog us more crap products / opinions {delete as appropriate} that we don't need but we somehow feel compelled to buy / buy into {delete as appropriate}.........
It is interesting how, when you do click on various blogs and they seemed to have stopped all of a sudden.... no more entries.... I have seen this many times, especially with ones I like.... I have often wondered what caused them to stop blogging...... for sure in one case it was because the cycling blogger died..... he blogged on the Friday how he was planning for a weekend race, even showing off his new team cycling shirt, and that weekend in the race, he collided with a car and he passed from this life to the other never to Blog again ..... Ride with the Heff
How poignant that he should end that last post with the words:
'll leave you with a sneak preview of my new kit,
and follow up with some (hopefully) good news after the weekend!
I suppose it must be the same with twitter...... one minute you are twittering and then wallop..... after that nothing but silence.... never to be heard read again.........
In fairness, those at Facebook have rolled out a feature for users when they die so at least you can keeping posting on Facebook after you leave this life .......... assuming that Facebook is your preferred method of talking bollux....
On the plane to Istanbul I did read The Times newspaper and there was an obituary for Peter Underwood, who for his whole life tried to prove the existence of ghosts..... I do question where the headline says he is an expert in haunting and paranormal......he had a long life but he never proved the existence of ghosts so that must mean he failed..... so how come that makes him an expert [see even the The Times can talk bollux].............
but imagine as he reached the after life......
Spirits in the afterworld:Welcome to the spirit world. Peter there's good news ...... ghosts really do exist.... look here we are...... but there's bad news
Peter Underwood:What's the bad news ?
Spirits in the afterworld:We haven't a fooking clue how to contact the living
Peter Underwood:Shite...... have you thought about blogging ?.... wait hang on...... have any of you got a facebook account ?
Still I did find one thing out from the The Times that perhaps I couldn't have learnt from the internet...... the difference between dog and fox trots.....
Thank the lord for Lindsay who understands the need and important role that letters to The Times plays in society.........
...... most likely more important than blogging.... which when all said and done is merely talking bollux..... well in my case it is.....
Still, Peter Underwood if you are reading this..... send me sign.... let me know.... is there anybody out there ? .......shit what was that ? is that you Peter ?
I talk bollux.... and really all in all..... what I am doing by blogging is hearing myself think out loud..... no more than a conversation with someone..... you are each hearing yourselves think out aloud.....
But if this blog should stop suddenly, then it could be that I have joined the next life [and I don't have facebook to write with] ......or it could be as simple as getting bored of my own voice thoughts..... of course, even if I don't post any more bollux, I can at least still post some great SoD's, [that's assuming I haven't died....... in which case you will have to make do with the SoD's thus far posted] ......... but as always the same caveat.....
Any SoD I do post.....
is a great SoD in my head....
what's in my head is my SoD's
in your head you may have your own SoD's.....
As I sit here writing up the bollux report
covering my Istanbul assignment,
here is one of the many great tracks
that I have been listening to....
what better choice
than a brand new start
{Should have done that 5 years ago, instead of writing this self indulgent bollux... hey oh just another one of life's mistakes}
