‘A Scouting Party of Clouds’ – 1
I’d almost forgotten what clouds looked like because of this empty sky heatwave in South East England. So hot for weeks and weeks without a cloud in the sky. The photos taken Tuesday evening of a scouting party of clouds has given me some hope the weather might just be changing back to the usual unpredictable stereotypical kind we all moan about. 30+ degrees centigrade day after day had been killing any creativity I claim to have – worse still my studio where I work is in an attic. The heat up there is indescribable.
‘A Scouting Party of Clouds’ – 2
On a different subject, I was, a few weeks back, asked a stupid question by that mate of mine I’ve mentioned before. He’s the one who asked me just before his driving theory test, ‘How many times am I allowed to drive round a roundabout?’ in case that question came up on his test. That alone says it all about him. So, this time he asks me, ‘What have seagulls and humans got in common – I bet I’ve got you with this one?’ He had got me with that one – until, on my walk back from the cinema (Ant-Man & The Wasp) the other day when I spotted a seagull attacking – as seagulls are prone to do – a black bin liner full of food waste. This particular gull had ripped the bag wide open and rubbish was scattered all over the road and pavement, but what he had got for himself was a banana. He gobbled up the banana, but left the skin. That, I thought was unusual because gulls normally scoff anything that might look edible. However, that gull had given me the answer to my mates question – i.e. the thing seagulls and humans have in common is that neither species eat banana skins! Got him good and proper.
When I told him my answer to his question, he said, ‘Wrong’. I said ‘Right’. He said, ‘The thing we both have in common is that neither the gulls nor the humans can teleport.’ The word ‘twat’ came to mind.
Given my heat induced absence of creativity I thought I’d give an older number another outing. I blogged it before, a long time back. It’s a longish lyric themed around the relationships and interaction between a fictional group of musicians busking in Berlin, hence the title, BUSKING IN BERLIN. Here it is, along with the opening few words;
Storm clouds on the horizon
No red sky tonight
The wind blows away the magic
Of a starry, starry night
Melissa cries for Candy
Candy dreams of John
John is suicidal
On how it all went wrong?
Larry plays the old guitar
Kate the mandolin
And Finn plays the accordion
They’re busking in Berlin
It’s a game of names and fortunes
A game played out in time
A game of life that ends in death
A mountain we must climb…
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A new number, ‘A Trick of the Light’, from one of my favourite artists, The Villagers. Weird and excellent was ever;
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