Work, Rain, Home, Again?

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Work, work, work …
Rain, rain, rain  ….
Home, home, home …
Again, again, again …
I’ve not been doing much writing recently … kinda missing it.

Working too hard, long hours, long commute, tired all the time and too many other things to do.

This job .. which I quite enjoy at a technical level.. is sucking the life out of me.

I’ve always been a bit healthily disdainful towards my work,    I work for a living, not the other way around.

But that no longer seems to be possible in the world we live in. Where we used to have a knowledge gap and those with that knowledge were in demand and could command the bigger bucks, has been replaced by a culture where businesses can pull in that knowledge from other parts of the world on demand without considering the longer term consequences.

If younger generations don’t get the opportunity or the infrastructure or health system can’t support the influx then it’s not their problem.

That’s a general trend, but it’s this place, the Dickensian working practices, 8 hour days not including the mandatory hour for lunch, the 2-3 hour commute.

The day just seems so long .. Every day seems so long .. Tired .. Driving in rain and dark skies and not seeing the sunshine.

I need a holiday.

I need a change.

Like an alcoholic or some other behaviour addict .. the first step to making that change is to realise that you have a change to make.

It’s important to remember that even when it doesn’t seem possible, we always have a choice.

Now if I can only be arsed updating that CV and getting it out there.

The lyrics above are from Town to Be Blamed by Deacon Blue from their Raintown album, a personal favourite album and legendary around these parts with its image of Glasgow on the cover just at a time when dark, grey, stormy Glasgow put on some new clothes to become the European City Of Culture.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raintown_(album)

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Light My Fire? @TheDoorsAlive

I’ve always been a big fan of The Doors,   I’m also a fan of tribute bands who often work harder than the real deal playing the songs you’d love to hear rather than punting the new album.

It’s true that nothing is better than the real thing and a tribute will always be a tribute.

But in the case of The Doors Alive,  who I try and see every time they play Glasgow,  I don’t think you can get a better tribute in terms of authenticity and accuracy with the music and style of the original band.

The song Light My Fire in particular,  its hypnotic,  trippy,  trance music,  with the keyboard playing both organ melody and bass beat over the rolling guitar solo.

It takes me somewhere else.   A couple of beers and I’m floating.

The time to hesitate is through ..   Can’t wait!


Previous and more detailed review

https://dancingbhoy.wordpress.com/2016/05/13/the-doors-alive/

 

 

Wild Is The Wind?

You touch me … with your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me
All things to me ..
Don’t you know you’re life itself?

Undoubtedly one of my favourite Bowie songs,   originally recorded by Johnny Mathis but made popular by Nina Simone.

Bowie recorded it for his Station To Station album after he met her after one of her shows in Los Angeles in 1975.

Something about that song,  the minor key,  the lyrics,  the passion and desperation of Bowies voice just grabs me,  gives me chills and a longing deep in my chest.

Isn’t it wonderful that music can have that effect?

Tonight Joanne Shaw Taylor the British Blues/Rock Guitarist/ Vocalist  plays the ABC, Glasgow.

Can’t say I was aware of Joanne til fairly recently,  but her sixth album Wild is a winner and well worth a listen.

Guess my favourite track?

Can’t wait to see this later.

 

Get Into The Groove? #Humour

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This was my first time and I wanted it to be perfect in every detail.

Or at least as perfect as it can be when you have absolutely zero experience.

The build up seemed to last forever, I’d had lots of time on my own to imagine how it would feel.

How I would feel?

Would I embarrass myself, lose my confidence, do something stupid which leaves a damaged mind-set forever.

Of course I was going to be nervous, it was only natural and fully expected.

What wasn’t expected as we faced each other waiting to begin, was my complete memory blank.

All that practice on my own imagining this moment and my mind was empty.

Even worse, when I plucked up the courage to look you in the eye,  you returned my gaze,  waiting in anticipation of my next move.

No pressure then! 🙂

I gently but firmly placing my fingers where they are supposed to be, but their shaking and I’m terrified in case I get this badly wrong. Continue reading “Get Into The Groove? #Humour”

Wish You Were Here?

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Tonight Scotland face England in Wembley … my emotional response?

Zero .. doesn’t even register.

I suppose that I want Scotland to win,   but it’s not expected and I’m neither up nor down about it.

Tonight while the game plays out to the expected victory for England,    I’ll be at the Glasgow Hydro to see the Australian Pink Floyd for 6th time.

What a show these guys put on,  fantastic musicians and licensed by the real Pink Floyd for use of video and stage material,  its quite a spectacular event.

A tribute band playing a venue as large as the Hydro is a massive achievement.

By contrast,  tomorrow,  I’m playing my first live gig ever.

A sell out of 200 at the hall of a social club for a local charity.

Small stuff I know .. but I’m feeling both excited and terrified.

No wonder I’ve no emotion left for the Scotland game.

 

The Wild Wild Wood?

Welcome

High tide,  mid-afternoon
People fly by in the traffic boom
Knowing just where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Last night,  Celtic made the Champions League Group Stages by the skin on their rinny-chin-chin.

After the 5-2 home win last week,  last night turned out to be a tense affair.

Essentially last weeks victory is a 2.5 goal win,  if our opponents had scored 2,  then we are through but if they had scored 3 to bring the tie to 5-5 on aggregate then Hapoel go through on the away goals rule.

I had the boys round last night,  wee practice session for an upcoming gig.

The football was on the telly,  but not-a-one of my fine church-going,  god-fearing friends showed the slightest interest until the game was nearly over.

Funny that.

Last night was our Cup Final,  most likely the biggest game of our season,  worth 30 million not including any extra money for points scored.

We played Wild Wood by Paul Weller as the game played in the background,  I’m glad it didn’t have my complete focus,  but with minutes to go,  we were all standing watching the tv and I’m certain that I was the only person praying that Hapoel didn’t score.

But we held on,  battled through 4 qualifying stages,  8 games in total, which is an absolute disgrace when this competition is called the Champions League and the 4th team in England, Spain and Germany get automatic entry.

The draw for the group stages is on Friday and I’m hoping to get one of the Madrid teams as I’ve never been and I’m due some holidays.

Celtic have found their way out of the wild wild wood.