Yearly Archives: 2012

music

i couldn’t hear the robins sing – i just wouldn’t have a clue

I remember when I first watched the Concert for Bangladesh. I reckoned it probably didn’t get much more special than that. The Billy Preston That’s The Way God Planned It moment? Quite unbelievable. And then I remember finding this footage of Bob Dylan and George Harrison rehearsing If Not For You on the extras. I didn’t stop playing it for weeks. It’s the tentativeness that gets me, every time. And the bit where they laugh, of course. Too good.

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fashion, music

i swam upon the devil’s lake…i’ll never make the same mistake

I write this on a rare evening off. I’m currently wading my way through a 63-hour week. It’s a pretty useful distraction though, I have to say, as I certainly need my time filling these days. I’ve got myself into a bit of a routine (well obviously – my life is one big routine, broken down into sub-routines), which includes a midday fashion fix. I mean, got to start planning for when I’m rich, right? [The image that caught my eye today is below. I don’t know who she is but she’s reppin’ that jumper and can I be her?] Meanwhile, I have also been known to treat myself to a diet coke, a coffee, five minutes on the balcony looking across the rest of the city, or a quick walk around the next-door art gallery. My headphones are a permanent fixture. Not sure what I’d do without those.

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music

you can take a pair of my best shoes, baby walk your way out of this town

Pokey, lad. There are no words for how much I love/how many times I have watched this. Obviously I went to see them when they were in Manchester a few months ago. [According to the photo evidence it was actually in March – sorry, but where does the time go.] And they’re playing Liverpool in October. Obviously I’m going again. Guess who my favourite is. There’s a clue in the photos. His face!

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literature

but i’ve been turning over in my mind…

….the question of nostalgia, and whether I suffer from it. I certainly don’t get soggy at the memory of some childhood knick-knack; nor do I want to deceive myself sentimentally about something that wasn’t even true at the time – love of the old school, and so on. But if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions – and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives – then I plead guilty. I’m nostalgic for my early time with Margeret, for Susie’s birth and first years, for that road trip with Annie. And if we’re talking about strong feelings that will never come again, I suppose it’s possible to be nostalgic about remembered pain as well as remembered pleasure. And that opens up the field, doesn’t it?

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music

in the end you will know.

It’s funny, I’ve been craving this song all day. I finally listened to it on my way home from a long day and thought I must post this. Then I remembered posting about The Beatles once, vaguely touching on how big a part they play. So I looked up the post. And weirdly/sure enough, I’ve used the same song in the title. Look…here. Now I would never be so bold as to tread upon the favourites topic where this band is concerned, but I think this turn of events proves that I’ll Follow The Sun is up there. And right now, that says everything.

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