Right Here Right Now – Part 6.

I now know what a dog feels like as it’s chasing its own tail, work has just gotten silly, too many people sticking their oar in, in things they have no understanding, no qualifications simply bumping their gums because they can!

What am I going to do about it, well to be honest I am going to do my best to help people, assist them with the training and give advice if they need it, why? Simply because that’s what I do, I’m a team player and I always want my team to win, I can’t say it better than that.

However, there is a caveat to that, I have learnt my lesson from my last place of employment, I worked ridiculous hours at nobody’s request, simply because I don’t like being beat! I will give my very best at all times, I will help anybody or any team as I want the people that I work with to be uplifted so that they too can do their very best, but I will not take it home with me, when the whistle blows, I will leave with my head held high knowing that on that day I have done my very best.

When I come back the next day, I will endeavour to do the same again, I will always put my best foot forward, I don’t have any other way of working, I will give it my best shot every time irrespective of my health on the day, a full blown 100% no matter what, but and it’s a very big but, when I finish and I go home to the wife, I do that so that I can look after her and her needs, she is not in the best of health and she is my number one priority!

Why? Because in the past I have neglected her needs and family life suffered, my place of employment has taught one thing its that me and mine are my responsibility, and to do that task I have to be present in their lives, when I’m needed not when work allows, I could quite easily get lost in the tasks of my job, again simply trying to do the very best that I can, that’s my foible nobody else’s thankfully over the last five years I have learnt that lesson.

So, with many cunning plans spinning around, I need to focus my life so that I can deliver on all of my promises to the wife, then and only then once we are on a level playing field we will once again enter the land of the living and spend time with friends and more importantly family!

The blog is doing great guns at the moment and I don’t want that to slip away either, as I realise its very important to my mental health as well as how I behave around people In general, thank you for all the kind comments and suggestions but for the time being I’m going stick in this furrow and plant whatever seeds I need to keep our life in the right lane!

So, stay safe and stay alive, I know what I’m doing (today) and I will take that, until the next time you know what I’m going to say……………Toodles!

Four on the Floor – 1977.

I picked a year at random as well as four albums from that year, this was the year I became self-aware of what I liked or what I didn’t, I was still heavily influenced by what my brother introduced me to, but my nose was sniffing out stuff I loved and he didn’t, I probably didn’t get all of the nuances at the time, but I have continually played these albums since release so they must mean something to me.

 

Meatloaf – Bat out of Hell – 1977 43 million copies. 8/10.

I can vividly remember when Anthony Lee brought this into school and said “you have to play this” I took it home that night and played it on my one speaker record player and was blown away by this turbo charged album, of the four albums it is probably the least played of the four, yes I still like it but I like to think that I have matured, it’s a tad sexist, an album of its time, the production still stands the test of time, but it’s the spoken word bit by Steinman that knocks the shine off for me, I enjoyed it then and I enjoy it now, it’s a very nostalgic album for me, turbo charged to the max, would it sell now I doubt it, but every time I hear tracks from this, it takes me right back to the dawn of me becoming a teenager, and I thought it rocked!

Fleetwood Mac – Rumours – 1977 40 million copies. 8/10.

This was a time when radio stations played a full side of an album played an advert then played the second side, I didn’t understand why I liked this, but there was something alluring, it was different for me, I cant remember listening to female singers until I heard this, my perspective changed very quickly, the songs are emotional, something I wasn’t used to, the production quite sparse which I loved, listening to tis late on a summers evening it felt like that I was in the studio sharing these very private moments with the band, I recently played  the ”new” version and its so atmospheric, it hasn’t lost its gloss, why the score, sometimes the production is a little bit light and at that age I was starting to want a little bit of grit, however it was the start of me looking for more female artists, these days I have more than I  wanted, I have this album to thank for that!

Queen – News of the World – 1977 6 million copies 8.5/10.

The first Queen album that I heard on the day of release and we probably played it around ten times before we were chased out of the house, there’s some great tracks on this but there is one dud, even live I never took to it, more than likely its was an age thing at the time, however I still think as a song (Get Down Make Love) I get the distinct feeling that it simply wasn’t completed, maybe a producer would have made it work if  they had tried a little a little harder  to complete it, as for the rest of the album, it’s awesome, however the opening double A side single, if I never ever here again I would be happy, simply because I have heard both tracks so many bloody times, even John deacon gave us two songs and they were simply fab! but every other song is also  first rate, and it was recorded at the same time as the Sex Pistols!

Sex Pistols – Never Mind the Bollocks – 1977 2 million copies 9.5/10.

When I heard this album it simply blew my mind, it was just about everything I wanted in an album, short sharp shocks screaming guitars, snarling vocals, just about the complete opposite to everything else that was going on at that moment, I have done research into the sales and there a popular misconception that the sales were underreported so as not to give the band more royalties, but the numbers are consistent in all of the sources that are available, why the score, simply because they never did another album you can’t count the great rock and roll swindle simply because that’s exactly what it was, when you consider The Stranglers three awesome albums literally in 18 months, well the Pistols output could have been a little better! Having said that this album was ground breaking, very British and exactly what the population (well us kids) Craved for in 1977.

And that s my thoughts on 1977, I could have done Kansas Point of Know return (4 million) or Kiss Love Gun (4 million) Ted Nugent Cat Scratch Fever (3 million) well the list goes ever on, its simply a small sample of thoughts regarding 1977!

Lust for Life.

This well could be up there as a contender for the longest blog ever, let’s see how we do! As always, it’s written with the best intentions, fingers crossed here goes!

I’m not rom a big family, well it could have been, I’m the second son of two I have an older brother by three years and before him there was two girls that was miscarried and after him there was another two girls that were also miscarried, my brother was lucky as his umbilical  cord was wrapped around his neck he was very small as a new born, I was born and spent the first six weeks of my life in an incubator, most details in our family life were seemingly kept secret, my brother and I only found out about the miscarriages when my mother made a glib remark to my sister in law, we were both gobsmacked with our jaws somewhere around our knees, my sister in law was shocked that we didn’t know, the process of hiding our life story started there, I bet there are somethings of the family history I know and my brother doesn’t and vice versa, we are blokes so we will never find out anytime soon. from time to time I wonder if I would have been even born if any of the girls had survived?

Boyhood was nice to start with from what I remember we lived in an upstairs flat which I thought was huge, no central heating (it was the sixties) and an out-door toilet, a shared yard and it would appear that I annoyed my brother quite a bit, (isn’t that what younger brothers do?)we moved to a council bungalow and there was some minor drama as we house swapped with a couple whose husband was very ill we ended up in a three bedroomed house before we even moved into the bungalow, life seemed good, although as youngsters you never see the storm clouds coming, suddenly there was hushed conversations and then all of a sudden my father was gone, strange times indeed, life got hard as did my brother and me developed hardened shells to the crap that came our way from arseholes who couldn’t handle it when it happened to them and me and my brother paid them back in kind.

As a child I was very active, there wasn’t a name for it and I was boisterous, I don’t think that I was on the spectrum or anything but I got the distinct impression, some parents of my friends didn’t care for me, even though I was courteous and polite to adults when spoken to, I always said please and thank you, I do think though that they might have thought I was a little wild, my brother and I argued as brothers do, and I have a feeling my brother took the disappearance of our father harder than me, something that I think shaped his life that lasts to this day, me I simply bimbled on, I am going to skip over the bulk of this period as I have covered it in other blogs, life was crap we worked hard we both had odd jobs over our teenage years, and as we got older we mellowed towards each other, it got a lot better when I joined the army but that didn’t pan out (see previous blogs) and I ended up bouncing from various jobs until I discovered songwriting, then I had a very profitable three years.

I enjoyed school, I had a gaggle of friends who with me did typical boys things, we had similar interests, Girls, music, sports and then more girls, i can honestly say it was the most concentrated happy time in my life, the five years in senior school was the last time I didn’t have the weight of the  world on my shoulders, again I was typically bimbling along in my own tunnel visioned version, I was oblivious to life in general, but I was happy in my blissful ignorance, I worked so I had some money as did my brother, we helped out at home financially, all the while our mother kept the house going in a way god only knows how she did it, it must have been hell for her although we both tried our best to be a good example of her solid upbringing, thankfully it was before the digital age, some of the things that I got up to would have turned her grey, lord knows what my brother got up to, always a dark horse we will never know.

I also discovered girls in a typical teenage way and again have written a blog about this, I was a boy, I would like to think that I was a gentleman, but as I get older, I seem think that I was a shit nothing sinister, and simply wanted to do things that I wanted to do, probably not very socially aware, just a typical teenage boy from the seventies! Not realising that they may have wanted to something that they wanted to do, shopping or going to the picture’s, I could be a typical boy when I was at school, however when I left school and came back from the army I wasn’t totally successful with the opposite sex, I could talk to them and I had plenty of female friends, but I definitely didn’t know how to ask a girl out, I still don’t, since school I have been out with three girls and I married two of them and they all asked me out, go figure! Allegedly there were girls who fancied me but I was oblivious to there attempts to get my attention, D’OH!

I had the same friends for the full five years and life seemed good, I like to think I got on with people, however as I get older I wonder if they simply put up with me, again I was flighty and to be honest once I had my placement for the army I wasn’t really bothered (again see previous blogs) about academia, the subjects I liked I studied, the ones I didn’t, I simply attended and tried not to cause any problems, it’s funny I left school the friends that were there soon disappeared from view, different lives, different outlooks, I get that, I have only one friend who I see from school from time to time, he was my best friend for a long time but then we drifted apart, its still the same level of humour and sarcasm when we see each other and I still class him as a dear friend but life moves on, occasionally someone from that lifetime appears and we connect for a brief moment, I still class them as friends (am I wrong to do that) but as I have said already the world keeps turning and its not what it was back in the day!

Music came into my life in the early 1970’s  and it has never left me, it has become all-encompassing it’s the one constant through my life, from when I listened to music, when I was in bands, when I was a songwriter ( a lyricist if you please ) again all things that I have blogged about in  the previous 600+ blogs, I love all things musical, it frustrates that I cant play a bloody instrument, and yes believe me I have tried, new friends appeared, musical friends and they were a major part of my life, my first wife didn’t care much for them probably because they could see what I couldn’t, we shouldn’t  have got married, I thought I was being a knight in shinning amour and saving her from her troubles and she let me, I don’t hold a grudge against her, I simply wished I hadn’t been so naïve and she had been honest, I was disappointed when we split (see previous blogs) we were young and daft and thought we were doing the right thing, I have seen her a couple of times in the 40 odd years since we got married and she says hello, and I reply in kind, I wish her nothing but happiness in her life, she got on with hers and I got on with mine.

What didn’t help was I was suffering from PTSD and she didn’t have any idea on how to deal with this, my experience in the army had ended badly (see previous blogs) and I simply didn’t know how to deal with it, I moved around a lot at this point and although my friends knew, they also didn’t know how to handle it, thankfully I was getting better at masking it, so I could get on with my life in a positive way, I finally got a job that was secure and kept me in one spot and things calmed down, more new friends as I was primarily based in and around Newcastle, girls were off limits because I realised that not many wanted to go out with me “I want to be friends” I took the hint and stopped bothering, the start of me cutting things out of my life that I was crap at! Life seemed good, I was starting to save a little bit although I also had a tendency when shifts allowed to bugger off and visit the friends who had dispersed around the country and see bands, little did I know that things were about to change again and thankfully they were going be of a lasting benefit.

I met the wife and we started “dating” it was something I had assumed that was simply not going to happen, my friends all had girlfriends, it would appear that my streak that I had at school was over and I was destined to live out my days single, and I wasn’t complaining, I just got on with it, we tentatively had a few dates and we hit it off, same tastes in music, drink, friends, films, Humour and the lists continue, we have been together 35 years coming up, life hasn’t all been sweetness and light, no but we were both adults who had been there before and we simply have been truthful with each other, I said something to her that I hadn’t said to my first wife, I simply told her that I loved her, something neither me or my first wife had ever done, that should have been the first sign! she has helped me, through my issues with PTSD, the anger and frustration, when things goes wrong (she gets way more angrier than me, who would believe it lol) my ongoing health issues, even though hers are worse than mine, we are both on the same page, and we are honest with each other, could it be better? Probably but we like what we have, we enjoy each other’s company, and to be slushy we love each other.

I moved to be with her and we had a couple of nice houses in Wallsend and North Shields, I didn’t foresee moving back Gimpsville, I mean I didn’t want to, until one faithful night when I should have kept my mouth shut when the Kraken (my mother in law see previous blogs) said she wanted to move to the country when she retired and I said as I went through the room at the time “move to Gimpsville there’s loads of countryside there” three weeks after, she had  found a house and transpired that we were now looking to move as well! So, we moved back to Gimpsville not to the original house we were going to move to, as usual there were a few shenanigans to get past but we got sorted and we have been here for just over 23 years, the Kraken passed just over two years ago and now it’s me trying to help the wife coming to terms that life has to move on otherwise we die on the vine!

Work wise I was happy but I kept getting promoted simply because I think they thought that if they promoted me, it would shut me up! Erm hell no, and then all off a sudden there was the pandemic and the world tilted ever so slightly and I got laid off, but thankfully found a new role in a new place. Before I left my previous employment I had a major meltdown and the wife and some friends were in a panic as it was the worst meltdown ever, thankfully I decided to get help, this I definitely blogged about and after 22 weeks I made a break through and realised it wasn’t my fault, I moved a better place in my life, not as angry , I slept better, life was going in the right direction for once! The second-best thing I did (after meeting the wife) was asking for help, am I cured? No, I’m not but I’m 95% better than I was when I sleep I actually dream, I dream in colour, I don’t relive the worst 6 minutes in my life over and over again, every day I wake up I strive to be a better version than I was the day before, it seems to be working, of course I still get from time to time the black dog “Bob” he is still with constantly out there in the woods waiting to creep forward and drag me away from reality and happiness, again see previous blogs!

Me and the wife are hoping for a better life ( a lottery win would help)music still plays a massive part of my life, but I have started to watch the TV with the wife, usually documentaries, or old films I really was born in the wrong era, I do like films from the 20’s all the way up to the early sixties, with the occasional “new” film being let in, the wife thinks I’m nuts, I probably am as I tend to watch them early in the morning ( I seem to wake up at around 3 AM every bloody morning so it’s not like I can do the hoovering) is it a better life, it’s a different one, which I try to adapt to and then I try to be happy with my lot, I know some people wouldn’t recognise the person I have become recently!

Recently I have been diagnosed as having something called Prosopagnosia (Brad Pitt has it so it must be great) its face blindness, I struggle to recognise people, I usually remember how they walk or their hairstyle (I’m screwed if the wife ever shaves her head) but I do know some people t work took offence with me until somebody explained that I have an issue, its not going to kill me its not going to get any worse, but if you have seen me and I haven’t seen you, now you know why I didn’t wave, I honestly thought I had dementia, thankfully I don’t (this week) its why I have done this blog so there is some reference to my life I do get the dreaded D word!

So how do I feel now? I would say happier, I wish I were more healthy, I’m more worn out now than I have been, I’m sure that’s an age thing, and my body has finally caught up with me and well and truly kicked my ass, I’m not perfect, but I do try to be the best that I can be every single day, let’s just say it’s a work in progress and I think it’s working, I would like to thank all of my friends past and present and any of the new ones further down the road in my future my thanks for putting up with me and my many moods, if you have stayed this long reading this blog, its not the best version but it’s the version presented itself on the day, so watch the skies for new incoming the log jam has been broken, stay safe and stay alive, until the next time (and no this isn’t the longest blog but it is in the top ten) Toodles!

 

And yes, the name game is in play and its so bloody easy!

Four on the Floor – AOR Classics.

Ok so people who know me know that I love some melodic rock, great songs well produced, well sung, awesome guitar solos, you get the picture, it’s a misunderstood genre, and I understand its not for everyone, I do like other stuff, I’m not a huge fan of cookie monster vocals, but I’m not averse to a fair odd bit of metal, but there has to be a point to it. These are not “new” albums the first one is from 1980 and I still play at least once a month, let’s go do this!

Touch – Debut 1980 – 8.5/10.

The first band on stage at the first Monsters of Rock at Donnington, the album opens with the classic “Don’t you know what love is” , originally managed by Rainbow’s manager at the time the main person in the band was Mark Mangold who has played on hundreds of albums and wrote for so many stars and is still going strong, the album is polished with some awesome AOR songs and a bonafide fide metal classic in “Black Star” the album was a little ahead of its time and was great album in the wrong moment in time, allegedly they did a second album two years later (I have never found it) and then released a third album 42 years after this debut, the world and everything else had moved on and their moment was gone, I can’t recommend the debut highly enough.

Signal – Loud & Clear 1989 – 9/10.

A rich kids vanity project with a couple of names attached, Mark Free (now Marcie Free) who had sang with King Kobra and went onto a couple of other bands, Jan Uvena who played drums in a number of bands, the brainchild of the guitar player, it’s a classic slice of well crafted rock and if it had been pushed probably would have sold in buckets, with songs like “My Mistake” and “Does it feel like love” I have been told there is a live album out there (which I am still looking for) we all should have seen the way the wind was blowing, bands like this release an album and then get dropped the fickle industry was already moving on to other things.

 Michael Morales – Debut 1989 – 9/10.

A Texan with a touch for a glorious hook, 1989 was a great year for people/bands who appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared like a shrinking tide, Mr Morales had a couple of hits in the States (Top Twenty) but as mentioned previously mentioned the tide was turning, I can still remember where I was first heard “Who do you give your love to” and this album is another is constantly getting airplay when I play good old fashioned AOR, he released another album two years later, which was just as good as this (Thump) but it didn’t sell as well so he went back to Texas, where he released his third (and last as far as I know) in 1999 he’s still involved in producing and teaching music, but this was the start of the glory days!

Streets – 1^st 1983 – 9.5/10.

Led by Steve Walsh of the band Kansas & Mike Slamer from City Boy, I hunted high and low to buy this album at time of release (only available on import a very limited import) nine awesome songs produced by Neil Kernon who produced many AOR classics who mainly does Death Metal bands these days (it keeps food on the table I suppose). Classic songs “If love should go” “Everything is changing” and Lonely woman’s cry”  a poor album cover and poor record label support killed the band, they did do a second album produced by Beau Hill but again poorly promoted I do have the live album from the first tour, if its so good why only 9.5 well, it’s a short album only 9 songs and I get the feeling (due to some of the interviews I have read) that it was a little rushed, I still love the album.

Was I influenced as younger man, you better believe it isn’t everyone, its no surprise that three of these albums infected me by the hand of Big G, along with about a gazillion other albums, artists and genres, I’m expecting grief for my choices and why did I not pick various other albums, well you never know what I might pick further down the road, I hpe you enjoyed my choices if you don’t know them go find them on the streaming services, if you like AOR I reckon you might just like these, until next time Toodles!

Take Me Away.

In 1989 I was living the life of a single person, I was working hard but also playing hard, if there was a band I wanted to see I would usually do a few gigs, I wasn’t exactly stable at the time either I got into the habit of blowing shifts because of it, the tale that’s about to unfold is what brought it all to a head and is the last jaunt that I did following a band around the country.

I was about to do a night shift on a task that had been planned for a couple of weeks, when I bumped into a couple people who I knew, I worked in a large shopping centre at the time and night time was the only time major tasks could get done, I was sat with the MEWP (mobile elevated working platform) while the rest of the gang went to get the rest of the gear, the centre was winding down so there wasn’t that many people on the ground, when I spied my mates who were obviously about to hit the town and I was asked why wasn’t I going to see Blue Oyster Cult at the City Hall that night (9/3/89) I was completely oblivious to it, I instantly started of thinking of ways that I could blow the shift to go, no matter what hairbrained scheme I could think of it was no good, so I gritted my teeth and knuckled down to the job, the shift dragged mainly because I didn’t know that they were even touring, I kept kicking myself in the butt, I had seen them every time they had played Newcastle and I was annoyed with myself, however with it being a Thursday I was off all day the next day so many cunning plans fell into place.

The shift finished early as we cracked on and I got a lift back home I was in bed for just after two in the morning, I was up with the larks and had scored a lift to Sheffield the scene of the next gig, I bought a ticket outside and buggered off to the pub with my mates, this was going to get messy, we decided to get some food so that we could at least enjoy the gig and we walked straight into Eric bloom from BOC, who was chatty and asked for directions to the gig after he had finished his curry, he wished us well and we said that we be making noise in the balcony, I also told him he would see us as I had a giant red BOC flag, not the band I had (cough splutter) borrowed it from the British Oxygen Corporation plant in Gimpsville back in 1980 so that I could take it to a gig just like this, he laughed and said he would look out for us.

A few more beers and I will admit to being a tad unsteady on my feet but I was ok (these were my drinking days) we got to the venue and had missed the support band (I never did find out who it was, not that I was bothered)and found our seats in the balcony, it wasn’t sold out so we basically sat were we wanted and waited for the main event now don’t ask what the set list was or the opener I have no idea it was over 30 years ago, and as I mentioned before this was my  drinking days, the set started and mid-way through the first song we unfurled my red flag, and yes Eric spotted it, at the end of the song he pointed to us and said “I see the boys from the North are in the house tonight” we threw the flag down to him and the show carried on, I enjoyed the gig, I have a tendency to stop drinking when the band are on as I intend to enjoy them, the night was over and we left the building to jump into our hotel for the night ( a Ford Transit van) which we parked at Ferrybridge services (I hope, allegedly I have no idea) and we all crashed and rose like the walking dead to go get an early breakfast and to get washed, we aired the van out as we recovered, the stench of flatulence and beer was a heady mix, once we had recovered we set off to Hull for the next gig in the itinerary.

We struggled to find a car park to fit the transit in and when we did the day was slipping away (for drinking) we ate and saw the sights (pubs) and again attended a sparsely attended Hull City Hall, again the gig was great we all wondered why they were playing Hull, again I enjoyed the gig even Buck’s Boogie (in which Buck broke a string and swapped guitars without missing a beat) the gig ended a little early I’m assuming because of the small crowd again I’m not sure who the support band was but it wasn’t the same as the band the previous night, a few more pints after and we all got kebabs, if the night before was toxic the next morning was positively vile, we drove back to Durham with the windows down!

All the way back I was wondering if I could do anymore gigs, my friends weren’t so that simply made it all the more interesting me and my wallet! again I was off on the Friday so I hitched to Manchester and then caught a train to Bristol it was thankfully dry so I wasn’t soaked, I got a train around 12.00 and got to Bristol in plenty of time to book some digs in a pub close to the venue (Colston Hall) I had stayed there before when I had seen Marillion on another jaunt, again the crowd was enthusiastic but small I was a tad concerned as it didn’t look good for them, again a great gig, I was more sober as I was by myself and didn’t want to get into bother out here in the Badlands, I was back in my digs by 23.00, asleep and as always up early had a shower and was sat waiting for breakfast at 07.00 they didn’t start serving until 07.30, it was well worth it, I then wandered off to find the local bus station as London awaited I had started to watch my pennies at this stage as the weekend was just starting, surely London would be full?

Unfortunately that wasn’t to be the case it was the busiest venue that I had seen so far, I arrived in London and made my way to the Novo hotel on Hammersmith Broadway, my hotel of choice if I was going to the Odeon ( I wonder if it’s still there) I bumped into some people I knew in the bar and the barman (Guiseppe ) used to Run The Dog and Parrot in Newcastle back in the sixties he always gave me a warm welcome as I always took him Pease pudding from Newcastle as a present as he was heavily addicted to it, a tiny man with a heavy accent he never forgot a face and never forgot an order, we had some bar snacks thanks to our friendly Italian and then we headed off to the venue, getting there around 20.30 again we missed the support act, the band were up for the gig and although not full it was busier than previous nights and I saw some friends from Durham so I did have a couple more pints, I was back in the hotel just after 23.00,  a wonderful bed awaited and I slept right up until 09.30 a bath a change of clothes, breakfast in the bar with Guiseppe and a fond farewell I never saw him again and he would probably be about 500 years old by now surely?

Sunday was my travel day and I was back on the National express i jumped on the bus around 15.00 there was issues right from the off there was only a handful of us on the bus and it limped into Nottingham three hours later with crap blowing out of the exhaust, it wasn’t like it is now with a replacement bus magically appearing from nowhere they stuck us in a B&B and gave us a ticket for the first bus in the morning, this would cause me problems as I was meant to be at work for 08.00, ah well what mischief could I get up to, hang on a second BOC are playing the Royal court in Nottingham tonight, it was a sign, I headed down to the venue ( I went to the Rock City first as I was a dumbass) thankfully the Royal Court is just down the road I paid £3 for my ticket and I don’t think there was more than 400 people in the venue, the band came out and gave it their best but this was the shortest set I have ever seen them complete at just over an hour and twenty minutes and that was with an encore. Back to the digs and I had about five pounds in my pocket I was going to have skip the breakfast in the morning I always had snacks so that was helpful. The bus was time however it got to Newcastle just after 12.00 noon, it stopped for everyman and his bloody goat on the way, I was late for my shift and I hadn’t rung in, I knew I would have face the music when I went in the next day.

I arrived on time but looking decidedly sickly and although I was given a bollocking it wasn’t as severe as I thought it was going to be, I was like a sickly dog all day and I seemed to have gotten away with it ( I hadn’t I had been seen in Newcastle and that information was saved for a rainy day by my boss), it was then that I realised that I needed to knuckle down and make plans accordingly rather than just wander off around the country, as a tour in reality it must have been disappointing for them and also for me, the gigs were great but looking back you could see that they were going through the motions, it was time for me to start to grow up, I mean not straight away, I was soon to meet the wife and then life changed for the better.

So there you go a historical one, and if you think that the details are a bit sketchy they are as I had to think long and hard about it, I remember the generalisation of the tour but the details are somewhere in the back of my head, what brought this to the front of my mind was I bumped into someone who was in London at the time and he regaled me with some of the details of when and where, I do have to admit after all these years I’m still annoyed that I missed the Newcastle gig, what a dumbass, hopefully you have enjoyed this one, normal service has resumed, watch the skies for incoming, stay safe and stay alive until the next time…..Toodles!

Right Here Right Now 5.

Life as always seems to be speeding up, with no let up, work has been definitely speeding up, it’s all good in the hood, just Busy, Busy, Busy, well it was until yesterday when I took a surprise tumble, well it was a surprise to me, right up until I hit the floor then it was a big ouch moment! As I got to the main bus terminus, sore and feeling sorry for myself I was helped onto public transport by a pensioner (considerably older than myself) who had took pity on the shuffling mess attempting to get on the bus……damn that was me!

Writing has not been at the forefront of my mind as my wife also had two tumbles (I was simply copying her) her first resulting in dislocated fingers and then because of this when she did exactly the same trapeze stunt, she cracked her wrist, she now has a lovely blue cast, I simply dented my pride! The wife left me and the pooch when her and the youngest went on a jaunt to London to see a play, she came back to find out I had knocked out the fire place to assist with the incoming wood burner, what should have taken me about 90 minutes in the bad old days took nearly six hours over two days, when did I become so decrepit? Answers on a postcard to who gives a rat’s ass! God I was sore and in pain…. OUCH!

What has brought life into true focus the man I’m named after my Uncle Colin passed away this morning, and the brakes were applied to life in short order, the family circle of the originals is down to one Auntie and around five cousins, that really does the circle of life into clear focus, it seems it really is life’s way of saying our family has ever decreasing circles, am I sad, I am but I realise now that he lived his life, he enjoyed his life, I hope I can get to 84, to be honest my health issues are the same as my uncles, I have his name and most of his hereditary medical issues, so there is hope for me yet…….allegedly!

Tonight, my intention is to have a drink a rather large drink and to raise my glass and celebrate his life, it’s what he would have wanted, he had a DNR tag, he wanted no flowers, no funeral policy, he went in his sleep exactly what he wanted, I wonder where I get my life view point from, I just realised, Unc here’s to you!

So, there you go it took a couple of falls and a death in the family to get me back to break the dam and get writing, the usual normal service (well as normal as I can do) will resume presently…………Honest!

Until then stay safe stay alive and until then………...Toodles!

Four on the Floor – Whitesnake.

I will admit to loving Whitesnake then falling out of love with them and then falling back in love with them at a much later point, as you can see with the first album that I review Trouble I loved every single note on that album, then Love Hunter appeared and I hated it, at the time I didn’t care much for Ready and willing but soon swam back to the shore with Come and get it, but I’m getting ahead of myself, here we go…….again!

Whitesnake – Trouble    8.5/10.

I remember my brother getting the snakebite ep (in white vinyl oooooh the good old days) and I was hooked, then this album came out and I was hooked even more, I even like the Beatles cover, I loved the twin guitars of Mr Moody and Mr Marsden, I thought that the band was tight as a… , well I’m sure you get the picture Mr C was singing in a natural register and he wasn’t screeching his nuts off, I loved Martin Birch’s production and it had the added surprise of Jon Lord on Keyboards, what wasn’t there to like on this album nothing it was a little rough around the edges but that just added to its charm, was it going to smash sales records? no but it was a great start from  the band.

Whitesnake - Come and get it   8.5/10.

I had wandered away from the band, but this album brought me back to the fold, I’m not even sure why I hated Love hunter I just did, same ingredients, I simply didn’t care much for it I then tarred Ready and willing with the same brush, which in reality I shouldn’t have as it’s a great album, oh the joys of being a bigoted youth! Come and get it was again ten great songs, well played and well produced, and still singing in a lower tone, in reality the last true great record by the original band, Mr C started to tinker after this and although he started to sell more it was never the same.

Whitesnake – Slide it in     7.5?10.

This has its moments but also has its disappointing moments, Mr C was starting to cater to the USA, with a full remix just a couple of months after the original release, I know the line up changed there’s a couple of songs I don’t care  for Gambler is a weak opener it’s probably a poor b side if I’m honest, the three singles were all good and proved that the band were going in the right direction, the problem with this album, the good songs are great and the weak ones exactly that, watch the rock in Rio concert that the band played, with the band as a four piece and the potential is unbelievable, but in hindsight what we should have seen was that it was going to implode like it did!

 

Whitesnake – Restless Heart    9/10.

And then it went through the roof, superstar line ups, did I like the albums yes, I did, but I don’t think I rate them as much as the four that I picked, slip of the tongue was simply yuk, three decent tracks do not a great album make. I like Steve Vai but he was the wrong person for the band, then what followed was more faceless sidemen just taking the cheque. Until you get to this album, which upon release I avoided, simply because it was billed as Mr C and Whitesnake as it was going to be a solo album for him, I was gobsmacked when I first heard it and it was on continuious play once I listened to it, if its that good why only 9/10? it was going so well and then he had to blemish it with a cover, Stay with me baby is a pure car crash, horrible to say the least, what salvaged the record was when it was reissued after 25 years, and OMG it got even better but it still had the damned cover on it, the last great vocal by Mr C on this record after this he went off into dog whistle territory and simply ruined his throat, if he sang like this today he could go for another 25 years.

So, there you have it, probably controversial, but it is what it is, no 1987, I’m  simply bored with it, it’s a great album but too many repeat old tracks , Here I go again which is good as is crying in the rain, but its simply played to death, Sykes was awesome but it simply wasn’t to be, I’m expecting a bit of poison and bile over this one, it’s what I like I’m not saying the albums that like are worse or better it’s what I liked and still like now!