‘Why?’ MARMALADE CLICHÉ Kicking the can Back to where it began Turning the clock back in time Photograph’s lies Memories surprise Words mostly choose not to rhyme Harmony stays neutral Choruses truthful Verses are brutal or kind Sad chords lost in sea mist Melody dismissed Rhythm? Rhythm gets left behind Pieces of beach
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‘Where it Begins’ by Zoolon A true story from yesterday. I was in the queue at the Post Office down town when the lady in front of me turned around to ask me if I had the time. It’s one of those loaded questions that can catch you out, so I played it safe and
‘Summer Storm in Pas-de-Calais’ by Zoolon The first song ever recorded. That’s a big thing. These days, we take our music for granted forgetting that before we were able to capture sound all there was, was live music and birdsong. No piece of music could be duplicated exactly the same as each performance of even
A photo I took last year called ‘No Parking’ I’m on thin ice with this. I’m only posting it because what happened made me laugh at the time. It concerns my father who also blogs on WP, hence the ‘thin ice’. A while back the old man damaged his left eye. He never got it
I was having a breakfast of hot chocolate & pain aux raisins in the café this morning when I spotted this black bin enjoying a cup of coffee. He didn’t have a lot to say for himself. Odd. A couple of nights back, about 1am I saw from my attic window two little fox cubs
(classic, official Beatles ‘Back in the USSR’ tie from way back. To eBay or not eBay, that is the question) How can someone be busy and bored at the same time? I quite good at that. Anyway, a stab at a new lyric? Not sure. As I was wondering where words come from, this one took
Odd facts. Just before I took this photo 11 people exited this caravan. Only one struggled fitting through the door. Recently I’ve mentioned how a mate of mine constantly gets the wrong handle on life. This week he went epic in terms of getting the wrong end of that stick of life. He doesn’t really
So, it’s the first decent day of the year in South East England. Blue skies, a double-figure temperature and high tide at 11am. All good. I’m walking the coastline to a place where the sea wall juts out toward the beach, so I can capture the sounds of the waves for some sound art I’m
(A pod of refugee helium balloons) The above is a photo I took yesterday in a supermarket. Its full title should read, ‘A Pod of Refugee Helium Balloons Hiding from The Bextiteer Children Armed with Knitting Needles & Ladders’. That was my take on it anyhow. A true story. A couple of days ago I
When I discovered it in the fridge I thought, ‘Brilliant, it may look like it’s been in the hands of a sculptor whose polished it a bit, but it’s a proper French croissant and it’s mine all mine’. The first clue that it wasn’t a croissant came when I picked it up and it weighed
