Now Hear This 11.

I know this is late and definitely not what was planned, I do however have something in mind, let’s just go with the flow.

So, over the last couple of the months the hits for the blog have gone nuts (more in three months than I did all last year and last year was my best year) so consequently I have had a ton of questions most I have answered in previous “Now Hear This” blogs but hopefully there will be something new or a different slant, so buckle up and let’s go.

The name game? 99% of the time it’s the music that I have been playing either as I got the idea or as I’m typing the bugger up! Then I sit and laugh at people trying to guess how I came up with the name.

Favourite Blog? I don’t have one, I have researched older blogs for these kinds of blogs, and at the time, I enjoyed it but always from different reasons, let’s just say they are all my children and I love them equally!

Where has the anger gone? I’m getting older, and normally I don’t seem to care as much, but just when I think I’m growing old gracefully, then my wife pushes a button and I can still go off like a roman candle, or maybe I just have a really busy day at work, and I simply have no patience left, it’s there don’t worry, life just has to poke the bear and he rears his head!

How’s the ratings doing? they have been AWESOME, I don’t know why, and I know it wont last, they are returning to normal, and as I type this but they are so damn good, thanks for asking, now keep reading!

Historical Blogs? I would love to write more, but I seem to be getting dragged all over the place so I simply type what is in the front of my brain as I write my notes, so basically you get what you get, hopefully when a historical one does come up it, you will enjoy it just that little bit more!

Popular countries? At the moment its between Europe as a whole, and Canada, Japan, and then in fourth place the USA.

How much longer can you continue? I was going to stop at 500, we are past the 600 mark, go figure, so rather make an ass of myself (again) let’s say the 1000 mark seems like a good mark, that gives me plenty of scope to quit whenever I want!

Why some many different styles of writing? I’m a man what do you expect consistency, pfft, maybe if I had an editor, I might be more than consistent, I doubt it, I write how I feel so what do you expect!

Most disappointed in a blog? The whalers dues, why because I simply overcooked it I bigged it up, and at one point it was simply the longest blog I had written coming in at just over 29000 words, however it was so dark in many parts, I thought I would be committed, so I then tried to tweak it and to be honest it’s like I shot it in the head, I tried to ditch it but because I had blabbed about it, now I tend not to shout about them, I loved the original idea, and if I had simply typed it up on the night it happened, I might have stood a chance!

Honest and Happy? I try to be both, if it’s not honest, I know I won’t be happy, I hate lies and I hate myself even if I have to tell a little white lie to get the grandson to do something, I am a firm believer in Karma, if I lie it will come back to bite me in the ass, I might be dumb, but I am always honest, and by that I hope to be happy at the same time!

Is it the same people reading it? I do believe there’s a couple of peeps hanging in there, I’m not sure if they have been there since the beginning but damn it sure seems like it, there have been some deaths in the readership, some people who I connected with but never got to meet they are missed (Broadsword calling Danny boy, if you know you know don’t sweat it), I’m just happy people are reading my drivel! I’m not saying that they are enjoying it, but they are reading it!

You do Music in the Four on the Floor blogs, what about Books or Films? I have done a couple of blogs regarding books, they do ok, I won’t do films there are too many people with way too many different opinions! It’s not worth the grief. (watch this space).

Most read Blog? There’s a lot that are leading the way but Girls is ahead by about 400, I will say that the least read blog is presently sitting at 327, and no I have no intention of telling you, but I will say it’s from 2011.

Saddest moment of writing the blogs? It has to be when you find out that someone who you made a connection with and they pass, and to be honest there has been a few (see the question three before this one) but life goes on, I love my wife I love my kids and I really love my grandkids, but I don’t look bad for being 102, life is full of sad moments but the world keeps spinning!

What about abandoned ideas? I have tried over the years tied to keep my notes to a bare minimum, I’m not always successful, I have whittled it down, but I am a lot better, I will always have a big pile of them, if you could see my filing cabinet in my little office I have at home it is bursting, you never know when you get inspiration! I still have 13 fully written blogs from last years holidays, you never know it might turn into another book, Watch this space!

Now Hear This? It’s the album title of a local band from the 80’s Hellanbach, I did like them!

No hobbies yet? I have given up looking, I have to accept the fact that it’s all about blogging!

How’s work? Busy, that is an understatement and it is only going to get busier; I am booking a jacket that ties at the back for Christmas, let’s just say that I have already booked a holiday for next year!

What motivates you? I have no idea, I do like to write, I have always done it, I wish I had tried it earlier but life got in the way, so I am simply going to go with the flow, and enjoy this, I’m not going to do a podcast or even a proper website, no merchandise even though I have had a few offers from well-meaning individuals but  it’s never going to happen!

What’s your favourite food? I like most foods, I don’t mind spice but it has to be there for a reason, I don’t mind heat, but again it has to be there for a reason, I’m not a beast, my fave meal which I probably haven’t had in over thirty years is Egg and chips but the chips have to be done in a chip pan/deep fat fryer seeing as I don’t have either its highly unlikely it will ever happen, oh and the egg has to be done in the chip pan after the chips!

So, there you go read and enjoy, watch this space there’s more on its way, until then stay safe stay alive……..Toodles!

I just can’t be happy today!

Today I’m fine I’m not unhappy, I’m not walking around laughing and slapping people on the back, but I’m doing ok, this has been written for a while (with just a few changes) I had tried to do it when I was really down and to be honest the police would be at my door because the original was so bleak, hopefully this version isn’t, let’s go with the flow.

I’m usually ok if I wake up “happy” I may not stay that way but as long as I get up in a good mood, I’m pretty sure I can survive the bulk of the day, go figure! On this particular day I got up tired but I wasn’t in a bad place, I went about my daily routine, bathroom, washed teeth cleaned, dressed, breakfast, cleaned my teeth again (I know I’m nuts) sort the dishes out pack my bag, make some bait and then head out for the bus around 05.50, normally there might be one or two others there, but it’s the holidays so nope its just me for my bus.

I’m left to my thoughts, I choose the first album of the day, Jellyfish Bellybutton, I like it it’s a good album, however my good mood hasn’t lasted, dark thoughts have surfaced, nothing in particular just dark for the sake of being dark, no idea why, the next album played is the Regatta debut ( a Canadian group from the early 90’s)  again the music is chipper I’m not, off my bus and wait fifteen minutes for my connection, I’m like everybody else in the bus station no eye contact no interaction, just chill time, bus turns up and I get to play some bus seat bingo (see previous blogs) the people who get this bus really do like their personal seats (tee hee) I reach my destination, a slow walk across the car park, I’m usually the first person in the building apart from the support team, I get to the desk (I don’t have a desk it’s a hot desk situation) I never put the lights on, its summer I’m next to a window I don’t need any additional lights, it feeds my mood..

Soon like the tide people arrive, some converse, some don’t, I wear my mask of smiles and pretend to be cheerful, these people haven’t done anything wrong why should I take my mood out on them. I start work slowly ticking things off my list, emails tick, investigations tick, be jolly with my boss (gritted teeth) tick, not at my boss I just hate having to pretend to being jolly,  print reports off tick, I like to be organised, start the first main job of the day, I don’t want to chat so I put my headphones on (UFO Mechanix) and just knuckle down to it, first meeting of the day, my mood stays the same, my mood has flatlined, but I’m with people so I have to get on with it and try to be “nice”. I do genuinely try to get in a good groove its not other people it’s me and I know it is, the days not helped by dealing with educated people who are thick and feel entitled (grrr).

People in the office are getting the vibe thankfully the people in my team are aware and know just to let me get on with it, I’m concerned that my mask could be slipping, maybe food will help, it’s my usual, a small sandwich (turkey today) as I am desperately trying to lose some weight so I can have my knee operated on, the sandwich is nice but boring, that’s not a complaint I make my own food, more music (FM Indiscreet) my mood hasn’t improved but the mask is back in place, my work mate to the side of me knows how to get me back on track we talk about music, (Iron Maiden’s world slavery tour) and it does right my ship a bit more, but now I have to play Powerslave, hmm metal music isn’t conducive to a happy office (see I have started to cheer up purely because I am playing it at a volume that can be heard lol) it’s the simple things in life, unfortunately my work mind has slipped I can see blue sky and I have started to drift, maybe its time to head home.

The journey in reverse with more music (Prince 1999) the bus is more full, at least I can make my connection and I can drift off for the next 45 minutes, a slow walk from the bus station to home all 279 steps (I’m sad I counted them) then to wear my last mask of the day the wife has a crap time of it of late, I am trying to help her, so I try to be cheerful for her when I go through the front door, I am happy to see her, my mood at this stage isn’t terrible it’s just slightly off, I do my few chores I cook the tea ( I like to cook) then to veg for a couple of hours talking to her and watching TV. So ends another day, not one of my better ones, not one of my worst, I’m a lot better than I used to be, I’m not the angry young man that I was, world weary at times but I do try to be happy.

So there you have a day in the life of a miserable bastard, work for five days (I wish I could retire)then allegedly two days off at the weekend, never seems like two, I really am in a much better place than I used to be, honest would I lie to you, actually I do believe I have addressed this before, I do try to be as honest as I possibly can, life’s crap but it wont beat me it might kick me in the arse from time to time but I can deal with that!

Numbers are slowly coming back to normal, but the newer blogs seem to be doing better than usual so I can live with that, I do have a few blogs kind of half way written, so that’s why there’s been a few have come along in quick succession, don’t worry it wont last, it never does, the name game is an easy one (its from the album that I played this morning I do have such an eclectic taste Dua Lipa is up next who knew????) so stay safe stay alive and try to stay happy, be aware there is a “Now Hear This” blog on the horizon so if you want to ask something, ask now or forever hold your peace! And with that I go back to do some more work in preparation for tomorrow, it’s a big day, so until the next one………. Toodles!

Sailing.

I did the North sea Jazz Festival in Holland for five years on the trot (1986-90), it was away to get some fresh air, away from all of the trials and tribulations that was going on around my personal life, the first four there was just three of us Stevie who I worked with and his best mate Ian (Robbo) it was a giggle, great music in great venues, no drama, a few beers, we didn’t go daft and definitely no drugs we were all against it, they all ran quite smoothly, the last one there were around 15 of us again Stevie’s mates from his rugby team, this wasn’t going to be as quiet as the first four.

We set off on the Wednesday, I stayed in Gateshead as the ferry was early ish, I awoke nice and early however I didn’t feel fresh, I felt decidedly off kilter, and I wasn’t sure why, the bus picked us up I knew some of the guys to say hello to, but not what I would have said I could have (and still can’t) had any real conversation with them outside of hello, I was given given a potted history of them and by the time we hit the Tyne Bridge the beer was open on the bus, I had to say no as my head was banging and I really did feel like shite!

As I got off the bus my head was simply getting worse I couldn’t even walk a straight line, I went to the shop on board and bought some painkillers, it brought it down to a dull roar, I soon parted company from the guys as I didn’t want to be a killjoy, so I sat out on the deck hoping to get some fresh air, every time I had been on the ferry it was smooth sailing, this time it wasn’t, it was like being on a rollercoaster, I headed back into the cabin and tried to get some sleep even the bar was empty once the sea got going.

Robbo checked in on me and was a little concerned, I wasn’t sea sick but my head was bouncing, it wasn’t the longest journey I simply wanted to be on something that wasn’t bouncing all over the place, during the course of the trip there were a number of injuries to crew and  passengers, according to a member of the crew this had been his roughest sailing in 18 years, at the dockside there were a number of ambulances to take away the sick and walking wounded, I approached one of the team dealing with the passengers and he directed me to an actual doctor, I explained about my head, no I hadn’t been drinking, no I hadn’t hit it all the usual questions and I explained it was mainly on and around my left ear, he had a quick look and then sprayed something into my ear, I had a pretty bad ear infection, the spray did wonders (allegedly it was an antibiotic spray) he gave me a prescription for some more antibiotics, he warned me not to drink (oh whoopee) and it should clear up in a couple of days.

On the bus it did seem to be working although my head still felt like it had been kicked repeatedly, we got to our hotel and I asked the receptionist where I could get the prescription filled, she took it from me and said the hotel would get it otherwise it would cost me a fortune, which was nice of her to do this ( at the time I hadn’t bothered to get a European medical card)  I went to bed the lads went to the bar, about an hour after I got to bed there was some urgent knocking at the door and an elderly gentleman was asking me if I was the patient, baffled and confused I realised he was talking about me, yes I am, it was the chemist from the pharmacy, he asked me my symptoms asked what had occurred, but warned me that these were strong antibiotics and I had to take them with food, and absolutely no alcohol , I explained that wasn’t an issue as I had Motorhead playing in my head and drink was the last thing I wanted, I wandered down to get something to eat, and the bar was in full swing, they were having a great time, it was something I was going to have to avoid.

I seem to remember I had some kind of stew; it was nice but I really wasn’t hungry after the boat trip and my head, but I did eat and then went to bed, and slept the sleep of the dead! I got up the next up the next morning, and still felt as rough as a badgers arse, so I showered and headed down for breakfast so that I could take my medication, the receptionist who had took my prescription from me said I still looked as though I had been on the drink, I explained I most certainly hadn’t been, she said she knew because she could see the bar from her desk and although the lads had been loud they hadn’t been naughty, the dreaded European breakfast and not a full English (BOO) and medication taken I headed out for some fresh air and a little walk, I was still walking as though I was walking on the deck of the ferry (badly) but I found a little florist and bought the receptionist a small bunch (of bloody expensive) flowers as a thank you, once the troops were gathered we headed to the venue.

We had lost one of the team due to a broken ankle on the ferry, our merry band started to shrink, to be honest there was only three of us going to see any music the rest were heading into the town simply for a piss up! Thursday was usually a slow day band wise and this year we decided we weren’t going to go any of the smaller venues as we usually ended up walking for miles to see shite! We got to the venue just as the Cab Calloway Revue was just getting started in the foyer , I manged 30 minutes and I did enjoy it my head was battered I admitted defeat and bought some ear plugs, as I arrived back to the venue as Ray Charles was on and although I wouldn’t say I was a fan I did enjoy his set (what I saw of it, by this time I needed food for my medication, I found a great place selling noodles and with a bottle of water I payed around 20 euros (the robbing B*****ds) the noodles were nice though! Then it was on for the main event for me which was George Benson, I’m not a huge fan of his pop stuff, but his jazz sets totally kick serious amounts of arse, my head wasn’t helping but I enjoyed the gig, after the show we bumped into a group of Dutch friends we had met in previous years and they talked us into going to see David Sanborn, I stayed for two numbers it was good but not my cup of tea, I also wanted to have some more food and more meds and then I wanted sleep!

The next morning was a beautiful day and I wandered down for Breakfast (that’s not I would call it) the band of brothers was further depleted by alcohol poisoning with only four actually making it downstairs, food eaten meds taken it was back to the same hall and I enjoyed Bradford Marsalis, again I knew of him but not his music it was short and sweet and I liked it, it helped that my head was feeling better, we wandered around and went to see the Neville brothers who again I liked a couple of tracks but they weren’t happy they kept apologising for the sound it sounded fine to me but I was infected lol. Then we got a big plate of chips more medication and then for the main event of the day which was Robben Ford who played most of his Talk to your daughter album, the gig was great (the best of the whole weekend for me) and we got to chat to him afterwards and he told me some great stuff about Kiss as he played on one track on the Creatures of the Night album ( I was wearing a Kiss t shirt so felt he had to share) we missed Miles Davis due to having the chat to be honest I didn’t really care ( my brother still hates it when I told him I wasn’t bothered I missed him) we wandered back to the hotel and jumped into another venue and caught some the Courtney Pine Quartet, which was clever but definitely not my cup of tea!

Saturday arrived and so did the rain, the meds were working but they were quite strong so I was left feeling a little bit nauseous, back to the same venue and we arrived just as the Andy Summers band set up and they were good, a lot of people don’t realise how good he is, I’m not saying he’s a rock god but listen to some of his phrasings and you simply know how good he is! We wandered around the venue and sat in for a couple of songs by Al Jarreau, again it was nice but that was all, the band were superb, the rest of the day was what I had come to see firstly the Jon Mclauglin Trio, who I had seen at the playhouse in Newcastle a couple of weeks before, it was jazz it was awesome, it was all over my head but I loved it! Next up was Lee Ritenour who I had a couple of his albums and it was almost like a rock gig the venue was filling up nicely, the set was way too short but it was light and enjoyable, time for food and this time it was a bloody massive hot dog and then my meds, I loved every time I walked up to a bar the look on the staffs faces when I ordered a bottle of water.

Then came the biggest disappointment of the whole weekend, the one person I had actually wanted to see, The Jan Ackerman Big Band, I loved this man I always thought his playing was sublime, this was the worst gig in my life the playing was lazy, he didn’t want to be there, he was arguing with the crowd and he buggered off after an hour no encore, even his band were looking at each going WTF! Disappointed I decided against about hanging around and I headed back for more meds and some sleep. As I arrived back to the hotel the bar was once again full and raucous, bed was the right thing to do!

Sunday arrived and my ear and head were getting there I was still staggering a little bit with my balance still affected, but I was 90% better, no more painkillers just the antibiotics, I had had enough of the European breakfast and I headed off to the McDonalds that was across the road, where there a were few wounded rugby players, but they weren’t going down without a fight, some grease was what the wanted, surely that would help them, the ferry back was at 22.00 hours so we hadn’t really chose any acts that we wanted to see but discovered that Pat Metheny was playing in the afternoon with Herbie Hancock playing a lot of material I didn’t know but I enjoyed it, they had fun we had fun everybody won, early evening finish for us we went back to the hotel had some food, packed up and paid our bill, the receptionist thanked me for the flowers I thanked her for the help and explained that I was a lot better because of the meds, the bus arrived and we sat waiting for the rugby players when they arrived there was only nine of them (oh dear) we got on the ferry they disappeared to sleep off the drink, I had my first drink of the weekend, my meds were finished, the trip back to the Tyne was smooth sailing and I slept like a log (no I didn’t wake up in the fire place……that’s meant to be a joke) I jumped on the metro to Newcastle got a bus home I was in the house a little after 09.00. I had a full English for breakfast and then went up to the DR’s (the good old days) to have my ear looked at I was given some more meds that I had to take for the next seven days.

It wasn’t the rowdiest time I spent at this festival but it was the last time that I attended, Later in the year I met the wife and life changed ever so slightly I always intended to go back But both of my friends succumbed to cancer a few years down the line, two healthiest people I ever knew, it just goes to show you, that nobody ever knows, so no it wasn’t a metal weekend, it was all Jazz but it was fun and although I was in the trenches for the first part of the weekend by the end of it I had a great time with some great people, until the next time ……………………Toodles!

Right Here Right Now – 4.

Sleep is the dream.

Sleep is not in the realms of reality.

Sleep is what is required.

The last seven months has been awful for my sleeping patterns!

I used to be able to get plenty of sleep, these days I can float through the daylight hours like a zombie! I have been averaging less than four hours sleep a night, only occasionally do I get more than five and a half, then I pad about my house like an intruder looking for something to cause mischief. I wouldn’t say that I am tired as such just in a casual kind of a daze, thankfully I can powernap when I travel to and from work, so that’s an average of at least one more hour, I know I’m not really sleeping but it does help bring a little sharpness into my focus.

I have actually tried a few different methods to improve my sleep, none have worked so far, it’s a ghastly nightmare especially when I have always been such a good sleeper, I wouldn’t complain if I could have a couple of extra hours at the weekend and by that I mean in bed asleep not like some drunken uncle in my chair in the living room, just a little something extra to pep up my life battery so to speak, I’ll take whatever I can get, as long as I can rest, I’m sick of being awake at 3.30 in the morning looking for any old film to watch to fill my time before I head off to work!

Monday was lousy, up early got to work then around 12.30 I could feel life draining out of me, I made the decision to go home I didn’t feel well (that’s the first time I felt like that) thankfully fresh air perked me up, but I almost didn’t make it home I was so worn out, I literally dropped my bag in the living room climbed the wooden hill and was asleep as soon as I hit the mattress, I awoke 150 minutes later not knowing what day it was, what the time was or even which planet I was on, did I feel refreshed? Kind of, but not enough, I was praying that the little snooze wouldn’t affect my nightly attempt, thankfully it didn’t I was awake again 03.10 the next morning, back to being a zombie.

I’m not really complaining, I simply have no clue as to why my body is giving me a kicking, I’m eating healthy, had no alcohol in nearly a year, maybe that’s it I need seven pints and massive full kebab, I doubt it, my body would wake me from my golden slumbers at the usual time and tell me to move my bleeding arse.

Ah well it could be worse, as long as I have my hair and my looks………………………hang on a minute!

I will be back soon not refreshed…………. until then Toodles!

Beast of Burden.

So, this blog has been brewing in the back of mind for the last six weeks or so, I feel the need to get it out of my head and then to move on, every time I do something to get rid of it, it seems to come back stronger.

I know I’m not in the best frame of mind at the moment nor at my worst either what with work, family issues and my general health and mental health its all been kind of crap, my sleep routine isn’t helping either and everything I seem to do to correct it doesn’t seem to make a damn bit of difference, put it all into a pot and it is definitely a recipe for disaster, to be honest I have been fighting a losing battle for what seems like months now, not a total all out disintegration on my part, small time skirmishes that never seem to die out, I am fighting the good fight and mentally I feel stronger than I have done in years, but it does wears you down, thank god for music to soothe the savage beast (ok I’m not that savage these days).

Bob has been getting ever closer (see previous blogs for clarity) and though he hasn’t committed to a full-on assault I know he is there and I’m edgy because of it, the constant being on edge is not helping my mental health, which again is feeding my lack of sleep which in itself is feeding the edginess. But I keep plodding on, I keep swinging away at all of the targets that come within striking distance, and all the while Bob just lies there out in the trees waiting for the best moment, he knows its not yet, its almost like a hot summers day when you can feel the storm about to roll in and break, but you have no idea when it’s going to hit.

Ok so let’s do this one thing at a time, work, well I was in a team of three with a heavy workload, now I’m in a team of one with a huge workload, again its like playing whack a mole, and I’m not going down without a fight, its not helping my sleep  as my brain just seems to be trying to work out resolutions to work and the busy schedule trying to accommodate everybody and the needs of the role! As always the needs of others come before mine, and I know that’s my issue nobody else’s , it’s the way I operate, I always have and always will, it’s the same for the family, I worry about the wife I worry about the kids and I really worry about one of my grandchildren, diagnosed with ADHD and autism throw in a helping of Tourette’s well it’s a prescription for disaster, he has his flare ups and at times I have no idea how to help him, I have no idea how his mother gets through her days, at times he is a complete hand full, I would say 90% of the time he is with us he is fine, but he has his moments and although I try my best to help him, my best simply is not always good enough!

All of my health issues keep kicking me fair and square in the butt, my diabetes is what it always is, crap, but my nurse says that I am getting better, I’m still struggling to lose weight, but I try every day and the last couple of weeks is me trying to strengthen my resolve with some success, my mental health thanks to Bob hasn’t been so lucky although again I have been putting up a strong defence, I haven’t lost any ground but I haven’t gained any either, its like a shark circling all day every day, and slowly very slowly getting closer and closer to me, I was hoping my weeks leave was going to repair my leaky boat, I haven’t been successful……yet, but I also haven’t given up, my knees are as they were, thankfully I wasn’t kicked off the surgeons list (as I was expecting) I have been given a further spell of time to lose the required weight ( and I am determined to do that). But if you put everything together, I know I’m losing the battle, I feel like there is an episode coming at me and I have all of my defences on full alert, you can only maintain your defences on high alert for so long before something bad happens!

Hopefully me venting my spleen is going to go some way to resolve some of my issues, and they are mine, I’m not down about this, I simply feel lethargic and yes I have been writing (as a way of venting steam) but its this particular blog that I keep coming back to (this is my fourth attempt, the others were really bleak and that’s not the picture I wish to paint) it, the weekend is coming towards me and I simply want to relax and have a peaceful time, I’m not sure how I can achieve that but I do know I’m going to have a damn good try!

Life has also been throwing my past in my face, the name from the “Girls” blog (who I wont name) has been popping up in the “people you may know” section of Farcebook that’s a curve ball I can do without, and no I haven’t cyber stalked her, she has managed quite well without me in her sphere of influence, and I intend to keep it that way, its also been throwing up people who I can’t stand, and I really don’t want to go there at all, I didn’t like them before and I certainly don’t like them now, its almost like the algorithm is having fun at my expense, bless it.

I’m hoping that once this is posted my writing can attempt to go back to normal, I am working on a couple of things at the moment including a new version of “Now Hear This” as the questions are piling up from you the discerning reader! I have a couple of musical things in the works, and I know that Ozzy Osbourne has passed there’s not going to one about him as I have little to say on the subject, I am a fan, I like most of his music, I have seen him a couple of times, here’s hoping that he is now at peace and I hope that the family can move on.

The blogs themselves have done nearly 24000 hits in the last eight weeks and I have no idea who has been reading them, it is what it is, there is no name game this edition, if there is a song out there I don’t care, I called it this because of “Bob”  here’s hoping that someone offers me a writing  job because of it (unlikely but one has to dream) so thanks to everybody who has been reading and hopefully enjoying the previous blogs and hopefully they will stick around for the future ones, so stay safe stay alive and I will be back before you know it, well allegedly as  I always make promises that I can never keep, so until then……….TOODLES!

Four on the Floor – Kiss.

 

This is one blog that has the potential to polarise the entire readership, love them or loathe them, people have very much an opinion on the group once described the Little Richards of Rock!

Me well I fall into the love them, I can still remember when my brother got Kiss Alive for Christmas and I let him hog the record player most of the day as I fell in love with this band! to be honest Kiss Alive is still my favourite album by them, it’s a straight ten out of ten, so I have disqualified the album from this list as I simply cannot be more biased about it, so I will come back to it in a bit.

To be honest there’s only one album I don’t care about and that is Pyscho Circus, I don’t hate it but I simply don’t care for the whole album as a package, the rest do rotate out of my top five Kiss albums on a daily basis with the exception of Kiss Alive, but I already told you that! So, if we were to do a list of the albums it would be the bottom of all of the Kiss albums, the only thing I can say with any certainty I didn’t care when members left, I simply got on board with the Stanley Simmons point of view, that the band is greater than the members, and I didn’t care when Criss and Frehley rejoined enjoyed Carr, Vincent, Kulick, Singer when they joined.

Kiss – Creatures of the Night 9.0/10.

Now  is this their best studio no, but it’s the album that is burned into my brains from the first listen, some of the songs are a bit…..poor, but I didn’t care, simply listen to Eric Carr’s drums throughout the whole bloody album they are simply awesome, it was a statement of intent to rock or get crushed as they ran over you, this is probably the most consistent album I probably do play this album on any playlist I play it at least twice  a week, and I do play a lot of music! It’s not the most polished production either but the whole album gels and simply ROCKS!

Kiss – Unmasked 8.5/10.

An album I loved from day one, I remember is that you being an opening track on the Friday rock show when the album was released, (do you remember the Friday rock show… TV on the Radio) yes it’s a pop album, so what, it’s the reason why I like the band they never hang their hat on any peg, they are always trying something different, I love the production, and I had the album cover on a dodgy t shirt that I wore until it fell to bits, there’s a couple of  tracks that I simply love (Tomorrow and What makes the world go around) hey even Torpedo girl is funny and only Ace could get away with, it should have sold more than it did!

Kiss – Rock n Rollover 8.5/10.

The first album I actually bought by the band, I bought it the week after Dynasty came out and I was simply hooked, great cover great songs the whole package the last three songs on the album are simply stunning and take my breath away a great rock band, and then came the sophistication that was Dynasty and that really did blow my mind, I didn’t believe that it could have been the same band I love both albums just for completely different reasons.

Kiss – Revenge- 8.5/10.

After wandering a little from Kiss did best this was a true return to form even Simmons was back in the groove with Unholy, Spit and Domino, it all made sense, Bob Ezrin got them back to what they did best play as a band and have fun yes fun but with a capital F,I didn’t care much for the cover but that wasn’t what I bought it for, it was what was in the grooves, it delivered what the band were all about and the stage show and set list on the tour were pretty damn good as well!

To be honest it’s hard to separate any of them (including Carnival of Souls) I could rewrite this blog every single day and come up with something different every single day, and yes I know I haven’t mentioned The elder or destroyer or Love Gun or Lick it Up and all the others, I have friends who are more fanatical than I am, got more copies and different versions of the albums/singles/Cd’s I get that there are people who seen them more than me (9 times in total) but I do love them they are a guilty pleasure that I revel in.

One thing that I will say and it gets me into so much trouble, but its still my fave Kiss song, what’s that I hear you all cry……Kissing Time, a throw away track but I love it, it should have closed every single gig, ha what do I know!

Right Here Right Now Part 3.

Well, that seemed to hit the mark it’s been doing good numbers and is still going strong, why this blog now, well I wanted to get some stuff about the last blog off my chest as there has been a number of comments, both good and bad, so here we go!

So, I blogged and it kind of took off, sometimes those types of blogs do, I have no idea why, they just do, and its one where people want to have their say, well kind of! Mainly it was nice, but I did take some shit, why should you be bothered what I write about something from 45 years ago, so if you sent a shitty opinion FOXTROT OSCAR! I write for me not for you, I had something on my chest and I wanted it off.

I blog for my own mental health and it works for me, go figure, because that’s all I’m trying to do, it wasn’t a woe is me type of blog, it was more of a what if blog. Part of the reason I don’t allow the general viewer to see what’s posted is because some people write shite, its not about you and although I’m venting my spleen here, I can because its my page for my blogs, funny that, if you think I’m going to give you oxygen to air your thoughts on my life, you must be a bigger cock womble that I had assumed, bless you! I would say around 98% of the reply’s were supportive, not that I was asking for any I was simply saying I had had a dream.

I wasn’t saying I wanted to get back with the person I wrote about I was simply explaining that I would like to apologise (no its not a weakness its good manners) for the way we ended, as it happens the person popped up on another friends farcebook page and she look incredibly happy in her life, good luck to her and her family, I love my wife I have no desire to be with anybody else, after 34 years its safe to say we are happy as well, well sometimes we are!

So the next blog will be a musical one, yes it will, how do I know because I wrote it before this one, but I feel the need to get this one out, is it about music it most certainly is, it’s a Four on the Floor blog about Kiss, see I have broken my cardinal rule I have given spoilers out, I might polish it a little but it should be online by Monday, too many blogs at once damages the numbers, and we all know how I obsess about numbers, so thank you for the likes the reads and any sensible comments on the last one, I think it has a way to go yet but hey ho back to the salt mines of blog writing……………………Toodles!