Howdy all!
I'd best make a long post to show you all that I haven't fell off the face of the earth and all that.
Hasn't it been a lovely day? I've been up the Wrekin again. .
Hasn't it been a lovely day? I've been up the Wrekin again. .
That's me some eight hours ago, one of the highest people in Shropshire I'll have you know!
Sooooo
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Me playlist thesadays. I can't stop listening to Alela Diane. With or without the Headless Heroes, she's fantastic. And you know what they said about the Fleet Foxes being so good and all? well I reckon they were right!
Julie Fowlis, Omnia, Ladytron and old favourites Stereolab and Nick Cave were all on me ipod today. Loving it!
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Anyway. . see this guy?
Anyway. . see this guy?

I was waiting at the lights in Blakenhall, on my way to a dinnertime piano booking at the Walsall Friendship Club. This gent had just walked out the supermarket, and stood in the corner and necked a can of Red Stripe. It was half ten in the morning.
Jesus, he must have needed that. Blakenhall isn't a nice part of town, I've worked there and know it well. This guy, he must have been in his late fifties, and I sat there watching him thinking all sorts, mostly about how someone needs a can of Red Stripe at half ten in the morning.
You see, the thing was, he didn't buy it and take it home, he bought it, walked outside and stood there and didn't walk off 'till he'd drunk the lot. I think the only reason he didn't gulp it down in one was because it's fizzy. It was like it was one of those lottery scratch card things that people can't wait to rub off and do it right outside the shop because that's their one and only chance to be the person they think want to be, and it might happen right outside Asda or some piddling corner shop, but you buy yourself a hint of a dream for a pound and I'm not sure that this guy isn't doing the same thing.
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What else can I tell you? I'm enjoying Bob Dylan's Themetime Radio Hour on Radio 2 right now. I've been playing piano like billy-o and wondering if someone's going to wake me up and say 'right lads, tea break's over, back on your heads' like that joke about hell and the three rooms.
Love on 'ya!

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