So, the blog as we know it will soon come to a close and I need to get some of this crap off my chest, musically my life has been likened to a prog rock track long slow passages, frantic jazz chords and oh so bloody long! I feel as if I have gone off road too much, hopefully the new direction won’t be so…. lost!
The one constant
has been my friends and music, sometimes music and friends but those two have
always been a constant, my brother and I fought tooth and nail, but we were a
unit when it came to music, my brother and his friends informed me on the rocky
road of pubescence, my friends weren’t too bothered about music with the odd
exception then I left school and life exploded, the one constant with my
friends, is music the one common denominator with just about 99.9% of my
friends and people that I know!
Pubs,
friends, music, work, parties, music, more drink more music……………...ooooooh
girls and then back to the constant, MUSIC! Ask any girl that I went out with the
overlying thrust (ooer matron the screens) music always came first, maybe I was
wrong but nobody told me otherwise, they were always present with me, I never
ignored them but there was always music, music played a huge part of my life
from the age of about7 onwards, I know over the years I have shrank my music
collection (vinyl wise) and I regret it, but I never got rid of my 7” singles
there was too much history, they mean nothing to anybody except me, their
little stories and history.
It was the
same with going to see bands, first locally at pubs when I could get in or
maybe even stood outside when I couldn’t get in, then to venture off to
Newcastle, and then I really spread my wings going further afield and then
following groups on entire tours (please see previous historical blogs) through
the good times and the bad times, the weddings, and a divorce, I only took my
music when I departed. Music has been my safety net rightly or wrongly it has
been my constant, it speaks to me, it has helped me through the good times and
really helped me in the bad times! The long journeys with my Walkman and a bag
full of tapes, my discman and my bag of CD’s and then onto my trusty MP 3
player, damn it has been a good friend, always there for me, never judgemental,
always supportive through all of the days.
Where am I going
this one, to be truthful I have no ideas, I just want to say thank you to all
of my friends I have been to see bands with, the people I have stood shoulder
to shoulder in record shops and record fayres over the years, in the bars
cracking on about the latest album by so and so damn good times I tell you, the
girlfriends who probably thought I was bat shit crazy (they weren’t wrong) I haven’t
really matured, my brother and I still waffle for hours about music (about 90%
of the time another 8% about work the other 2% everything else) I don’t think
any of us (brother friends ) will change, I don’t want anybody to either.
Although I’m
not done with gigs, they are getting fewer (obviously Co-vid fucked this year)
but musically I listen to more music than I ever have, so I hope you know the
direction (after much deliberation) that I will be travelling, why? Simply because
I can and I want to, what can I say, I need a hobby so that I think I will do
it as a hobby, who is going stop me? If she wants to (probably the wife) I know
the numbers will drift but I don’t really care.
So there
you have it, one step closer only three left to go, the name game is in play
(an album I’m listening to as I type this) I am looking forward to the future, I’m
hoping that it does alright but its being done for me and no one else, lets see
what happens, so watch the skies there will be another blog along soon, sooner
than you may think, but until then ………...Toodles!
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