Valencia - turns Excitement into Dull ...
It is without doubt the worse circuit in the calender, most fans think so yet its still goes on.
If your going to have a European grand prix, i can't think why there's enough already. Then hold it either at Brands Hatch or Nurburgring, or at one of the French circuits since France has no Grand prix whatsoever (which is stupid in itself)
Vettel won again, he'll win the championship this year no doubt, it's still a fab season, don't get me wrong really enjoying it, just get rid of Valencia.
Sunday 26 June 2011
Friday 24 June 2011
Top 15 Bowie Songs - phew that hurt
i've tried doing bowie song lists but its just too annoying, you look at the stuff you leave off and shake your head ... but i'll try anyway - (there's no order of preference)
15 - The Motel
His voice is amazing, you can tell he's been in all sorts of out of the way places with it.
14 - The Lady Grinning Soul -
The sensuousness is unbeatable.
13 - Letter to Hermione
You can tell he's had is heart broken, for the first time.
12 - Five Years
The imagery in this song is staggering.. to me this song calls on Bowie fans everywhere to gather... song this with many a bowie friend on the Reality tour ... Also, i'll admit this song i shed a little tear when i hear it live.
11 - Space Oddity
I love the snare drum sound on this, his break through song
10 - Slow Burn
I have to say that bowie gets the best guitar work out of Pete Townsend ... fab
9 - Life on Mars?
Like 'Five Years' the imagery is breathtaking ... with the same underlining themes of isolation.
8 - Sons Of The Silent Age
First heard this when about 12, it took me half an hour to peel myself of the ceiling lol. It just comes from a place i still doing now where to find.
7 - Warsawa
I'm glad there's no real vocal on this song, that way you float into its atmosphere which is not always a fun place to be.
6 - Shadowman (Heathen/toy version)
Okay this is all about him, his artistic DNA. I gets emotional when i hears it.
5 - Station to Station
The lyrics in this song are some of the best poetry you'll find anywhere ... a really frighting song when you think about it.
4 - Fantastic Voyage
Love his voice, love what he's singing as well.
3 - Sweet Thing Suite
His voice is dark and brooding with a slight hoodlum element to it.
2 - Loving the Alien
This song is full of imagery and conflict ... it also shows Bowies path ... look who he ended up marrying?
1 - Aladdinsane
The piano, the lyrics, the debauchery ... going off to kill foreigners and screw girls as he once joked on stage about this song ... Must read 'Vile Bodies'
15 - The Motel
His voice is amazing, you can tell he's been in all sorts of out of the way places with it.
14 - The Lady Grinning Soul -
The sensuousness is unbeatable.
13 - Letter to Hermione
You can tell he's had is heart broken, for the first time.
12 - Five Years
The imagery in this song is staggering.. to me this song calls on Bowie fans everywhere to gather... song this with many a bowie friend on the Reality tour ... Also, i'll admit this song i shed a little tear when i hear it live.
11 - Space Oddity
I love the snare drum sound on this, his break through song
10 - Slow Burn
I have to say that bowie gets the best guitar work out of Pete Townsend ... fab
9 - Life on Mars?
Like 'Five Years' the imagery is breathtaking ... with the same underlining themes of isolation.
8 - Sons Of The Silent Age
First heard this when about 12, it took me half an hour to peel myself of the ceiling lol. It just comes from a place i still doing now where to find.
7 - Warsawa
I'm glad there's no real vocal on this song, that way you float into its atmosphere which is not always a fun place to be.
6 - Shadowman (Heathen/toy version)
Okay this is all about him, his artistic DNA. I gets emotional when i hears it.
5 - Station to Station
The lyrics in this song are some of the best poetry you'll find anywhere ... a really frighting song when you think about it.
4 - Fantastic Voyage
Love his voice, love what he's singing as well.
3 - Sweet Thing Suite
His voice is dark and brooding with a slight hoodlum element to it.
2 - Loving the Alien
This song is full of imagery and conflict ... it also shows Bowies path ... look who he ended up marrying?
1 - Aladdinsane
The piano, the lyrics, the debauchery ... going off to kill foreigners and screw girls as he once joked on stage about this song ... Must read 'Vile Bodies'
German Grand Prix - Ruined
Today I watched a fraud, If FA was/is faster than FM then why didn’t he overtake, that’s racing isn’t it?
Ferrari should be excluded from this race, FA should be deducted his points and have his win taken away. If he can’t overtake then he doesn’t deserve to win.
Simple.
Ferrari should be excluded from this race, FA should be deducted his points and have his win taken away. If he can’t overtake then he doesn’t deserve to win.
Simple.
When minds and Footz come together
Yes feet are mostly cheerful extremity's, very sociable. That's why they have so many different types of shoes to wear.
Their favourite type of shoe, especially when young is the dancing shoe. From tap to disco they hit the dance floor, lay down their handbag to mark their territory and boogie.
Lot's of dancing partners come and go, some stay too long others on reflection not long enough, most are passing boogie woogie ships in the night, just friends that gently touch the shoe’s surface with a cheerful wink and smile, though the odd leer isn’t unknown.
It is through the medium of dance that the feet are connected to the memory sector of the mind, the mind is a strange distant land to the feet, and they know that somewhere up there is a control tower that coordinates the movement of the bod they're attached too.
But this causes friction at times, as the feet have an independent nature and like to think they can wonder off, at will, in any direction they choose.
Interference from the control tower with messages like –
'we'd like to wonder down that dodgy alley ... but' or
'No, we need to get home.' And
'THAT'S FINAL!' is usually the last message on the subject.
This is why dance is important to the feet, it forces the whole bod, mind included to work together as one, a whole entity of ABBASQUE movement, a dancing queen if you like.
But it is, as I’ve said, in the memories, the bod will be waiting in a post office queue or a Sainsbury’s and suddenly a tune will pop into the mind from some swanky mid 80’s dance floor, and the foots cheer-up and start to boogie, a slight sway of hip, a swish bend of the knee. This causes much mirth to onlookers and much embarrassment to off-spring.
The mind races back to dance floors and scuff marks ‘wander what that other pair of shoes are doing now’ and ‘good that place, shame it’s not there anymore.’ Or ‘I really need to rake out these old shoes. And ask ourselves how we’re doing.’ Are thoughts that engage the mind and foots in an all too uncommon unison.
It warms the foots a lot that they are in a family of foots that like a good boogie, bit disco or old time jazz or big band style … it serves as very important piece of their identity, history and future.
So the dancing foots squeal at the memories of tap, of their swan like days of ballet and the haze of teen rebellion of dressing up and fade to grey.
They chuckle and smile in fine chuff, what a life eh.
Their favourite type of shoe, especially when young is the dancing shoe. From tap to disco they hit the dance floor, lay down their handbag to mark their territory and boogie.
Lot's of dancing partners come and go, some stay too long others on reflection not long enough, most are passing boogie woogie ships in the night, just friends that gently touch the shoe’s surface with a cheerful wink and smile, though the odd leer isn’t unknown.
It is through the medium of dance that the feet are connected to the memory sector of the mind, the mind is a strange distant land to the feet, and they know that somewhere up there is a control tower that coordinates the movement of the bod they're attached too.
But this causes friction at times, as the feet have an independent nature and like to think they can wonder off, at will, in any direction they choose.
Interference from the control tower with messages like –
'we'd like to wonder down that dodgy alley ... but' or
'No, we need to get home.' And
'THAT'S FINAL!' is usually the last message on the subject.
This is why dance is important to the feet, it forces the whole bod, mind included to work together as one, a whole entity of ABBASQUE movement, a dancing queen if you like.
But it is, as I’ve said, in the memories, the bod will be waiting in a post office queue or a Sainsbury’s and suddenly a tune will pop into the mind from some swanky mid 80’s dance floor, and the foots cheer-up and start to boogie, a slight sway of hip, a swish bend of the knee. This causes much mirth to onlookers and much embarrassment to off-spring.
The mind races back to dance floors and scuff marks ‘wander what that other pair of shoes are doing now’ and ‘good that place, shame it’s not there anymore.’ Or ‘I really need to rake out these old shoes. And ask ourselves how we’re doing.’ Are thoughts that engage the mind and foots in an all too uncommon unison.
It warms the foots a lot that they are in a family of foots that like a good boogie, bit disco or old time jazz or big band style … it serves as very important piece of their identity, history and future.
So the dancing foots squeal at the memories of tap, of their swan like days of ballet and the haze of teen rebellion of dressing up and fade to grey.
They chuckle and smile in fine chuff, what a life eh.
RIP Auntie B
On account that my father was blessed with a twin sister, i had an Auntie B.
My Dad died way back in the May of 96, this week he's joined by his twin, Auntie B.
Her Cancer, which showed itself through a dark patch on her neck, had inwardly traveled to her rather wonderful brain, causing her to have a debilitating stroke not five days ago. Her immediate family decided that Hospital was pointless and kept her at home for her last days, of which 04:00 on Saturday was just that.
She had been fighting the Big C for the last six months, coming from an age of smoking being a fashionable pursuit, like many others it was the making of her end... Which i believe was in her 76 year, so tough old Auntie B had a good innings.
Though the timing of her departure has proven rather a sad note, for her cremation is this Friday
the same day as her husbands birthday, an anniversary that will not be celebrated much anymore.
She is Survived by her Husband John and their three children and countless grandchildren, one of which is serving the British Army in Afghanistan, she's extremely proud of him, and no doubt a little worried.
Her husband John (uncle John) is a tall handsome man, suave and elegant, one of the best.
He's holding up well in front of everyone, though alone he must be struggling, that's normal, the first few weeks are always the toughest.
I shall remember her fondly, her manners and her voice will always be with me and of course I'll miss her.Along with my late father they have one more brother left standing, himself a widow he'll know what John is going through and I'm sure he'll help the best he can.
RIP Auntie B
I hope you travel well wherever you may be.
Den's & the distance of age
My cousin visited today, bringing with him the most scrumptious rhubarb tart, which didn't last very long. Soon we and his auntie, my mother got talking about life back then, when we were the kids. Doing the age old thing of compering then and now, both as in life i think, have their positives and negatives.
In our reminiscing about the way things use to be and how we use to go out and play, traveling no small distance's and making dens in which to hide and play. It reminded me of a conversation i had with my sister, she's a primary school teacher... now'adays the teachers have to take the kids out and show them how to make dens and stuff... My jaw hit the floor when she told me that... Explaining that kids just don't do that these days... Really hitting home just how much things have changed and how unknowing i am about what goes on today ... out of touch ... so to speak.
It's another thing that's made me feel the distance of age, i can't comprehend having to be taught by a teacher how to make such a staple of childhood activity... kind of makes me sad, all they do these days is play playstations ... Nothing wrong with that, but hey not at the expense of real life in the fresh air, parents should kick them out ... but then there's the fear of what's out there.
Neither my cousin or I every lived in a time where fear ruled like it does today, maybe with good reason maybe not. Mum said there's to many nutters around today, but really there were plenty back then as well but that was counterpointed by the fact life 30 years ago wasn't as violent as it is now, not that things then had a rosy glow, just that the bad area's didn't hold sway, not like now.
But that distance between me now and childhood now is huge, i'm 41, i'm also pretty sure that 40 odd year olds felt the same about me when i was 13 - 16. Its the conveyor belt of life. You keep rolling along and one day you look behind and you can't see all the way home anymore, its kind of gone from your eyes. So you rely on memory and reminiscence and you look at youth at its not you, if your smart or lucky you'll feel relief, i do.
Childhood was better back then, you could pick brambles and berries from anywhere and just eat them, no need of washing them under a tap of dettol, no buying them tasteless from a supermarket. The little hide-away places of my youth are now sweeping roads or office blocks or those awful Barret type of housing ... it was cool having places to go, now we all sit in front of the TV switch on the play stations and stay put.
We had bikes that could transport you from one end of the district to the other then bring you home all covered in mud. No worries about the amount of cars on the roads because there was enough off-road places to get you there and back again.
But at the same time playstations are cool, as are the wii's and the iphone's (if you can afford one).
It about balance, besides you can't really compere childhoods of 30 years back to today in terms of gadgets but you can compere in terms of freedoms to roam and larking about, with pressure on space that's been compromised ..
Though i'm not saying that i wouldn't like my time again, i would and live it better and fuller. Kids are wiser today, gifted and sharp. Though i think to many demands are made of them, i could never do school again.
So a childhood full of playstations, not for me, not when the sun was shining and the mystery places were there for the taking, those were irreplaceable.
In our reminiscing about the way things use to be and how we use to go out and play, traveling no small distance's and making dens in which to hide and play. It reminded me of a conversation i had with my sister, she's a primary school teacher... now'adays the teachers have to take the kids out and show them how to make dens and stuff... My jaw hit the floor when she told me that... Explaining that kids just don't do that these days... Really hitting home just how much things have changed and how unknowing i am about what goes on today ... out of touch ... so to speak.
It's another thing that's made me feel the distance of age, i can't comprehend having to be taught by a teacher how to make such a staple of childhood activity... kind of makes me sad, all they do these days is play playstations ... Nothing wrong with that, but hey not at the expense of real life in the fresh air, parents should kick them out ... but then there's the fear of what's out there.
Neither my cousin or I every lived in a time where fear ruled like it does today, maybe with good reason maybe not. Mum said there's to many nutters around today, but really there were plenty back then as well but that was counterpointed by the fact life 30 years ago wasn't as violent as it is now, not that things then had a rosy glow, just that the bad area's didn't hold sway, not like now.
But that distance between me now and childhood now is huge, i'm 41, i'm also pretty sure that 40 odd year olds felt the same about me when i was 13 - 16. Its the conveyor belt of life. You keep rolling along and one day you look behind and you can't see all the way home anymore, its kind of gone from your eyes. So you rely on memory and reminiscence and you look at youth at its not you, if your smart or lucky you'll feel relief, i do.
Childhood was better back then, you could pick brambles and berries from anywhere and just eat them, no need of washing them under a tap of dettol, no buying them tasteless from a supermarket. The little hide-away places of my youth are now sweeping roads or office blocks or those awful Barret type of housing ... it was cool having places to go, now we all sit in front of the TV switch on the play stations and stay put.
We had bikes that could transport you from one end of the district to the other then bring you home all covered in mud. No worries about the amount of cars on the roads because there was enough off-road places to get you there and back again.
But at the same time playstations are cool, as are the wii's and the iphone's (if you can afford one).
It about balance, besides you can't really compere childhoods of 30 years back to today in terms of gadgets but you can compere in terms of freedoms to roam and larking about, with pressure on space that's been compromised ..
Though i'm not saying that i wouldn't like my time again, i would and live it better and fuller. Kids are wiser today, gifted and sharp. Though i think to many demands are made of them, i could never do school again.
So a childhood full of playstations, not for me, not when the sun was shining and the mystery places were there for the taking, those were irreplaceable.
From All His Stations
From all his stations
He would never have
Wanted this.
From level one to seven
He never taught us this.
More bones:
Flesh seeped to dirt
More life:
Contorted, bilious,
Away from sunlight
Finding breath in the
Hatelight.
From all his stations
Did he ever want this?
If so, the wrong man
was followed.
Hollowed from out of date
Belief.
Here we are, born
From beyond sight.
Killed, fraught & alive
From all his stations, did
He ever figure this
From the still life
Does he look at us
In sourness
Or happiness
At our pornographic life
Our unbalanced mind.
From all his stations
Could he ever understand this?
And how does the
Fanatic see you ?
And how do the
Unbelievers feel you?
If only old books portray you
An out of date you.
From all your stations
How could you…?
Poem - Heavy Duty
HEAVY DUTY
It magnifies to much
over-reacts, intensely.
You have to be in the mood
Touchy fire soul
Gives to much info at one moment
shuts down vague the next.
Vibes, sent. Message received,
Atmosphere's reflective.
Misses out on so much,
opportunities skip elsewhere.
Scratched head, confused heart
what just happened there?
Gone wrong, but finger hard to put on.
Magnifies too much, emotionally
young. A touchy fire soul.
Performer, intermittent stage.
Performance runs scared.
Didn't know how well people
people of experience read.
It magnifies to much
over-reacts, intensely.
You have to be in the mood
Touchy fire soul
Gives to much info at one moment
shuts down vague the next.
Vibes, sent. Message received,
Atmosphere's reflective.
Misses out on so much,
opportunities skip elsewhere.
Scratched head, confused heart
what just happened there?
Gone wrong, but finger hard to put on.
Magnifies too much, emotionally
young. A touchy fire soul.
Performer, intermittent stage.
Performance runs scared.
Didn't know how well people
people of experience read.
Closed book, closed....
so you thought over-reactive, maybe to old
for thick skin to gather moss
touchy fire soul.
So....
That's why never calls
.... Heavy duty
vague.
You know why, don't you.
Sniveling foetus, better late
than never.
Your not one of the big boys
but hey, you might be.
yet!
Touchy fire soul,
heavy duty
so you thought over-reactive, maybe to old
for thick skin to gather moss
touchy fire soul.
So....
That's why never calls
.... Heavy duty
vague.
You know why, don't you.
Sniveling foetus, better late
than never.
Your not one of the big boys
but hey, you might be.
yet!
Touchy fire soul,
heavy duty
feels aching
feeling tired
for the longed for nest.
Lou Reed - Live at the Royal Albert Hall
Unlike last year when Lou took a good unsure five minutes finding his feet, this time round he was up and at' em. Performing 'Berlin' his lost but classic album at the Royal Albert Hall on July 1st.
I can't help but compare tonight with last years performance on far more familiar ground, the Hammersmith Apollo and admit i actually prefer the Hammersmith gig; it was rougher round the edges and had more intensity. I think the RAH atmosphere may have a had a mellowing affect on the old guy, the RAH acoustics made their invisible presence felt by absorbing and softening all the punches in Lou's Sound.
This doesn't dim the fact that it was a great night of music and played by the best musicians in their field, Steve
Hunter on lead guitar was at his intense best, you could feel him fight the RAH's mellowing effect with burst after burst of guitar blast, I'd say it was a 50/50 outcome at evenings end.
But he was just one component of a great band, Lou's ever present bass player Fernando Saunders and on upright bass Rob Wasserman and drummer 'Thunder' Smith ... all made the night their own, along side that on rhythm was Mike Rathke, he alone seemed to have no impact upon the sound at all, one wondered why he was even there he was so low in the mix.
R.I.P Richard Wright
"Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say"
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say"
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