Incandescent - from the smell of record player, through stuff about punkists whom my mindset was on 'hate' but now softened through understanding. Understanding more than before that we each have our heros - messengers of god really; as I discovered when Hendrix/Cream/Zep offered similar commentary to mum n dad - who only wanted what's best.
In my churlish mist I had forgotten how much I sort of liked bits of Bowie/Iggy - from the perspective of olderness. Yet it turns out, they are often my own age. I know I was a jealous wannabe who never soared near the sun - to have departed the grinding grip of the freaking pavement for a flash would have been illumination enough. But I ground on, band to band, solo to solo, rediscovering the same old me who isn't that great a guitarist or performer - and in my too late ancientness realise my place in the stratum. Even celebrate it, which to my delight, seems to have created or rather unearthed an acceptable persona - the one the priest held under the font.
Why do I write articles instead of saying "oo, it were smart"? PS, Bowser missed a trick not having himself crucified - John Lennon would have been outraged; "yer basted. why didn't I think of that?"
Incandescent - from the smell of record player, through stuff about punkists whom my mindset was on 'hate' but now softened through understanding. Understanding more than before that we each have our heros - messengers of god really; as I discovered when Hendrix/Cream/Zep offered similar commentary to mum n dad - who only wanted what's best.
In my churlish mist I had forgotten how much I sort of liked bits of Bowie/Iggy - from the perspective of olderness. Yet it turns out, they are often my own age. I know I was a jealous wannabe who never soared near the sun - to have departed the grinding grip of the freaking pavement for a flash would have been illumination enough. But I ground on, band to band, solo to solo, rediscovering the same old me who isn't that great a guitarist or performer - and in my too late ancientness realise my place in the stratum. Even celebrate it, which to my delight, seems to have created or rather unearthed an acceptable persona - the one the priest held under the font.
Why do I write articles instead of saying "oo, it were smart"? PS, Bowser missed a trick not having himself crucified - John Lennon would have been outraged; "yer basted. why didn't I think of that?"
Alex over and out