Finally - some good news
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Saturday, 6 May 2023
The Sex Pistols Jubilee Boat Trip. 7th June 1977
This was 1977. Bugger all has changed. Plenty of peaceful protesters arrested today.
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coronation lp spinning
Might give this little beauty a spin today, as everyone else seems to have forgotten about it.
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Friday, 5 May 2023
Phish - Waves, Whale & Dolphins… New Year's Eve 2022 MSG, NYC
This looks amazing, and it would be worth going to see Phish for this alone. Absolutely mesmerising.
Now pass me some acid.
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Thursday, 4 May 2023
Wednesday, 3 May 2023
50 year old charts
Some excellent albums in the charts (I've got all of the top 11 and plenty of the others). Obviously a lifetime ago, but seems like yesterday.
Tuesday, 2 May 2023
Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind
My favourite of his, and that's taking on board how much l really really love some of his other stuff. A genius of the singing and signwriting pantheon. RIP
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Bonnie Raitt and John Prine - Angel From Montgomery
One of the greatest songs of all time. Improved with Bonnie Raitt singing with him. John Prine was a working class genius.
Dillinger - Cocaine in My Brain
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork. That's the way we spell New York
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Monday, 1 May 2023
throwing a rock through paul mccartney's window
David Hepworth in The Guardian has reviewed Daniel Rachel's new book on The Beatles, which sounds interesting, but straight away annoyed me with inaccuracies about John Lennon's ability to throw a rock through Paul McCartney's window.
He quotes from the book...
In one passage the author wonders whether John really could have thrown a brick the 75 metres (246ft) it would have taken to break the front window of Paul’s home in St John’s Wood.
Now I admit l haven't measured the distance, but even my puny arms could manage that.
These kind of mistakes annoy me so much, so I'll probably give the book a miss.
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Sunday, 30 April 2023
Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence and my local pub
See, hear and speak no evil - late last night. This is the sort of entertainment my local has to offer. Praise the lord it's at least got a jukebox.
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swearing allegiance to the king
I'll definitely be swearing, but not in the way they suggest.
Not my king.
Saturday, 29 April 2023
when waving goes wrong
This made me laugh because it's pretty funny, but rather sadly, l can also really relate to it.
Thursday, 27 April 2023
wayne hussey - heady daze (the mission years 1985-1990)
As a big fan of The Mission back in these years, l thought this book would be of interest to me, and l wasn't wrong. Plenty of sex, drugs, and rock and roll involved, so what's not to like? Also, Mr Huss is a fine storyteller (from what he remembers) and obviously bright, interested in other things apart from music, and l really liked his writing style. If you like The Mission, this comes highly recommended.
I wasn't that bothered before about reading his previous book (Salad Days),but after reading this, l'm going to give it a go. I shall report back at some stage on that.
It could have done with some proofreading though.
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the latest pile of second hand records
The latest haul of second hand records from Tuesday. A couple l've got already (Glen Campbell and The Blues Band), but these are better copies. I definitely need a bigger house (or to see a psychiatrist).
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Wednesday, 26 April 2023
andrew collins and the tories - 10 year anniversary
I put this piece by Andrew Collins on the blog 10 years ago. Things have only become worse since then.
Full article by Andrew is here.
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report of stuart sutcliffe's death
Stuart Sutcliffe's death reported in the days when The Beatles were so unknown they were just referred to as a Liverpool skiffle group, and not named.
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Family Guy - Lois expresses Brian's glands
Watching this episode of Family Guy this morning, and l was crying with laughter at this part. Absolute genius.
It's from Season 19 Episode 15
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Tuesday, 25 April 2023
The Rolling Stones - Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker) Brussels 1973
I love this version (an live extra from Brussels 1973 on The Rolling Stones' deluxe Goat's Head Soup release), and have been blasting it out in my kitchen plenty of times recently, so the neighbours may be loving it as well by now. If not, they'll get used to it.
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Bob Seger - Get Out Of Denver
Had to go for my usual hospital check up today (no problems), and while in Northallerton, l bought some second hand records (as I usually do). This was one of them, later covered by Eddie and the Hot Rods.
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fiona cummins - when l was ten
This is one of the the books l recently purchased from the charity shop. Fiona Cummins 'When l was Ten', and a signed copy at that. Now l'm not singling her out, as a lot of other authors do the same, but if you're going to sign books, at least make an effort and make it more than a scribble. I understand it's time consuming and must be pretty boring, but come on!
Monday, 24 April 2023
keef buys his new house
When Keith Richards bought Redlands, the scene of the infamous drugs bust (and fire). As far as l know, he still owns it. It looks great, but l bet there's loads of spiders.
Sunday, 23 April 2023
Saturday, 22 April 2023
my old flat is for rent
I lived here a few years and it's certainly been done up and improved since. Trust me - it wasn't like this when l was living there.
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Friday, 21 April 2023
ungovernable britain
The answer is no. Now fuck off.
And as for this crap......lt's just encouraging other bullies, and helping to prevent victims speaking out. Twats.
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cracking down on crime
How about cracking down on the fraud and deception (something l know a lot about) within his own Conservative party, starting with Michelle Mone and the PPE? This is just pretending to be tough ahead of the local elections.
Never vote Tory.
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dominic raab - clearly not a bully
FFS. He's even threatening when resigning. What a rotter.
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Thursday, 20 April 2023
Sunday, 16 April 2023
grains of sand and auguries of innocence by william blake
To see The World in a grain of sand........(Full poem is below)
More information about each microscopic photograph can be found here
Auguries of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)
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