Love Me or Hate Me?
The first review for How To Create Your Own Reality is up… Yes – its a 1-star review that says as its title ‘Awful’. I had to laugh. Hopefully, that won’t turn out to be the majority decision….. I found myself remarking to a friend after seeing the review – ‘why me?’ The reason is that I seem to polarize my audience. Not for me are a bunch of 3 and 4 star ratings…. I seem to get a lot of 5-stars and a few 1-stars with not much in the middle. So my conclusion is that people either love or hate my work. This perception prompted the PhD in me to do some quick analysis….. Well, I was wrong…… its actually a nicely skewed distribution towards 5-stars across 111
Read More »Memories of Long Ago
Recently a childhood friend passed away very suddenly however, I got to communicate with one of his newer friends on Facebook about our mutual pal and share a few stories. I told him how I had first met Andrew Wells who was out our next door but one neighbor and how we had learned to play guitar together. A band resulted that at first was called Brutus and later Nemo (latinized ‘No One’ – we always thought No one in concert quite funny). The band initially comprised of Andy on lead guitar, me on second guitar and vocals, our next door neighbor, Tim Pybus on Bass and mutual friend Mike Smith on Drums. One sunny afternoon, we assembled our kit in the back yard. Andy’s dad had made him and
Read More »Prostrates – Who Wants Them?
As many men my age will know, prostrate pain is very annoying. It is a low grade pain or soreness that grates on the nerves over time. It causes depression apparently and I can see why. I have suffered from this since my mid 30’s and it is progressively getting worse. The first time was in Houston and I recall being very nervous visiting the doctor but a month of very strong antibiotics sorted it. These days, I take all kinds of herbal remedies and only visit the doctor if it gets to the point it is today – feels like someone gave me a good kicking! The problem with this little male gland is that its hard to know what is wrong with it. It is full of very
Read More »Celebrity
I will tell you this In a moment of honesty I would love to be your celebrity Come on you papparazzi You can follow me Snap your snaps and invade my privacy Follow me around in your idiocy I want to be wanted I want to be liked Most of all I want that life Married to a famous wife I’ll sign my autograph Give it on a photograph I wanna be a star I wanna go far I’ll happily be your celebrity Smile with insincerity Give my star studded opinion I want to be in the in crowd Cool, I am ice Even if I’m not so nice Love me Follow me Scream and holler Its no bother Want to be your celebrity Want you to follow me Wouldn’t
Read More »Off To Aston…
I remember being very keen to escape from Hull and Willerby. At age 18, my chance had arrived. I was off to Aston University in Birmingham for 3-years. It wasn’t my family I wanted to escape from it was the place. There was a big world to explore and I wanted to have a fresh start. Be the person that I was instead of the person people thought I was. Back then, Birmingham seemed miles and miles away. The train ride was via Doncaster and Sheffield and it was tremendously exciting….. Birmingham itself was like a concrete jungle. Aston is near the city center and then it literally was concrete underpasses, concrete walkways, concrete bull ring and … well, it was all so much concrete really! Did I care? Hell
Read More »I Am A Stage
The light shines in my face The rock n roll is loud here Guitar screams and bass thunders Reverberating in my head Stereo composition drives The beat is sensual and strong This is my own made up song Making it up as I go along There are no rules Cos’ rules are for Fools There are no requirements Except to entertain The song in my head Doesn’t actually exist And yet that song rocks I am a stage – a venue I am all the rage – rocking too A driving beat moves me It is the engine of my life Pumping, thumping along It’s the heart that drives this song Making it up as I go along I can’t do anything wrong Life throbs and pulses Mind over matter
Read More »Death on the Beach
Sunlight shimmers on churning waters Sand glitters like gold dust rolling with the waves An azure sky, brilliant colors brightened There is a surreal element to this surf Tumbling over, erosive currents pull Unreal, it seems to be so unreal Like a waking lucid dream Dreamt by this dreamer Experienced in this place A moment of time trapped In my memory forever So that when I endeavor To recall It’s there Yet again Like an aging photo In a photo album Faded at the edges Handled too many times Deeply etched lines On paper and my face As the years have passed by Faster, ever faster To that ultimate destination Without silly recrimination Giving in to the tidal pull Sand gold swirling around me Sunlight tuning blue Dragged away by
Read More »No One Will Remember
And when we are gone It will be like we didn’t exist All the trials, tribulations All the joy, the jubilation A life of toil and achievement Forgotten and gone No one will remember deeds No one will know the impact Written only in the dust of death After that final breath
Read More »She’s Out There
I came across the hand written lyrics to a song that I wrote in 1976! I can still play it and one day I will record it as it is actually quite good even if I say so myself. It is rock reggae like the Police but predates them and it is what I played in their dressing room at Aston University…. but that is another story that you can read here.. Here are the lyrics…. She’s out there She’s out there She’s out there Somewhere She was one them girls She was good looking and she knew it She was oh so so cool But there was something missing With that chick oooooh She’s out there She’s out there She’s out there Somewhere She was out on the town
Read More »Memories of Another Me?
There are moments when I am overwhelmed with a strange feeling. It’s as if I remember events or things or perhaps hints of events or things that never actually happened. Sometimes, it’s like an ache yearning for something that seems lost or unclear. The feeling that there is something strange about things is a part of this sensation. Bizarre? To be honest, I think it is this feeling that I had as a child that lead me to imagine that I was not really here at all but instead I was sat in a small room hooked up to a machine through which I experienced a virtual life knowing that outside my room was an endless corridor of such rooms…. The feeling sometimes is so strong that I am sad
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