Status Report

Well here we all are again. Our Covers band Sonic Boomers gig next week has just been cancelled by the venue. Back in the day it used to happen a bit but when you have lots of gigs its not so bad but we just don’t have any gigs. Rather bad form to do it at such short notice. Unfortunately Sonic Boomers just cant get arrested gig wise now…. Somewhat depressing but not that unexpected. Pubs that don’t do regular live music will often pull a stunt like this though . And the regular music pubs want something a little less bland. The band is good but doesn’t do originals so there is nothing to make it stand out sufficiently for bookers in my opinion from lived experience gigging to give us enough of an edge at those.

A long and perhaps self-indulgent (but I don’t care 😂) instrumental in 70’s style Prog Rock kind of vibe and why not.

Remember That Time When We Were Cosmic

Its a bit moody and perhaps even has a vague hint of Pink Floyd around the Atom Heart Mother period. Yes its derivative, maybe its a pastiche but that’s Ok. It would be great to work with people that are into this sort of music but I haven’t managed to connect with any so far in my neck of the woods (Bedford), so as ever this is just me doing all the bits. I have been playing Keyboards/Piano and Guitar plus Violin, (though there is not any violin on this track) for about 55 years now. I had a 20 year window working as a proper musician gigging regularly. Now I am am still playing live when I can with various collaborators’ but the one thing that has eluded me finding people to work with on my own stuff frustratingly. I have tried going out live solo but I really like the interaction with other players in live performance and I miss that a lot. I am getting some of my songs transcribed (with a phone app)to get the lyrics/changes down on paper for potential live performances though. They will need a bit of tweaking though. Never say never and all that. Its a start though I guess. I have about 30 years worth of material that maybe I could build a set out of to re-introduce myself maybe?

Some thoughts on time passing.

There seems to be much more thinking than doing in my life this year. I am a bit concerned it might be becoming a pattern though. Keeping physically active seems to be more of a challenge too as I have not been very motivated either. Its nice the spring has started and that is a help certainly. But mood wise its a struggle though. I do start the day with good intentions though, but somehow it just goes wrong along the line. I do have a routine of working on music in various forms so that keeps me from completely grinding to a halt at least. I cant say the negative news helps much either as there is a back ground hum and crackle and hiss of doom and destruction from every direction. Trumps just been shot at again so I guess he must be a bit of an unpopular fellow. Is this the 3rd or 4th time now? I have lost count. He seems fairly unphased by it all I must say. I suppose it goes with job. Perhaps god really is on his side and working in mysterious ways? This week my diary has emptied out completely which has floored me a bit. I should use the time sensibly but I suspect I wont. I did find a couple of tunes scribbled on manuscript paper from 1998. On of which might interesting to develop and a version of an old song on paper from about the same time that is also due a reworking on a recording I think. So people to do and things to see and all that perchance.


Flicking the cosmic off switch

I cant say its not on my mind as lately its on my mind a lot. Where does this train terminate?


Lighter Days Again

“Its life Jim but not as we know it”. Such a useful phrase from STOS and Spock’s words can be used in almost any occasion to express confusion over the exact nature of almost anything now. And things are so often confusing and contradictory. The Donald though just keeps rolling like Ole man river meandering in the post truth age.

Friday was rehearsal of Sonic Boomers the covers band I play with and quite a work out. We use a Church in Stevenage.
Then back in Church the next day but this time I attended a Nephews wedding in Buckingham (Caroline Alison’s sisters son). A bit of a landmark as a lot of the family have not seen me for 20 years or so. It all went well. Decent reception with good food. Jeremy is like his mum a very devout Christian (Church of the happy clappers type) and his new Mrs Becks is also. A farmers daughter that spent 10 years living in Colombia I think. A pleasant enough day but modern hymns with a bloke playing guitar that all sounded like a compilation of the “Worst of indie/Brit pop ballads”. I did sing or attempted to do so as they had the words on large screens and a lady reverend of about 50 that had a proper northern accent and was most pleasing of countenance taking the service. A decent reception in The Heyford (really nice food) and lots of chat and then home. We escaped just before the line dancing started So a different sort of day.

I am suffering a bit with the high pollen count now though. Got the first gig booking for 2027 if I am spared as a good friend often says.

Sleepy time again.. I was deep in concentration though, actually listening.

That Certain Age.

Life plays us in a sense, we push too hard one way and it resists us and forces us off course far to often.


“There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

W Shakespeare.

Might seem a little odd, but I think maybe for a while I will not try and be pro-active and seek stuff. I will just carry on writing and recording my own stuff, do Invisible Folk Band projects and take any gigs I get offered that its practical to do. But I am giving up the hunt. If the stars align for something new and magical again great, but if they don’t.. It feels as if I am surrounded it seems by time wasters again. What a surprise. You try and you just don’t get a hand up. Sometimes it has to be all or nothing. You have to bet the farm. There is no risk free life, ever.

That’s sort of a complete 180 degree turn from what I was trying to achieve but a couple of years back to be honest, but at this stage doing what I really want to is the best way to go now.

I am eccentric and quixotic in terms of how I approach things at times and my strong points are also weak spots as I am never really going to be bland. Some people want bland though. I like working with people to make a thing that’s more than the some of its parts if possible. Also I am not a perfectionist so I would rather be getting it 80% or 90% right than labouring for ever to get that 99.99% There is not much to be done I guess. I can have good days with very little arthritis type pain then a really bad day. Often with no rhyme or reason. Much like the depressive episodes which just pop up out of nowhere. On bad days the arthritis is quite debilitating. Other days I feel quite normal. Although I moan about it I do have gigs and music projects. Its just my social life that’s a little bit lacking.

I have certain innate abilities but that also makes me a bit lazy. Maybe there is a spot for me in some new ‘thing’ but tis the fates which must decide, but it seems unlikely.

A few recent tunes from me…

I am becalmed but not calm…

For me personally my issue is that I lack people not projects I guess. Everybody in the Boomers (my covers band) are busy with family/Church and volunteering stuff a lot of the time. All very worthy, but totally different to my situation and life really. I am slightly introvert but enjoy company, but I have always found making friends difficult. I am not sure its really fixable at my age. Non-transactional friends I suppose I mean is what I need so company for no particular reason, rather than say music buddies. Of course they might be both I suppose?

A poem:


Was That You?

Funny I never realised but its been so long.
How are you then, alive at least.
I thought you were really someone else.
Maybe it shows how slow I am now
And the world is not the same and it seems to spin much faster
the days turn into disaster.
I should have called out and said hello or ahoy there or maybe even There she blows, but I didn’t.
Just silence and a lingering stare. Not sure I caught your eye,
or perhaps I did and you were politely ignoring me for mental health and safety’s sake? So now I am convinced it was you but I didn’t ask so I cant be 100% sure, maybe I should have asked to see that scar
Was that you, maybe?
Because It was definitely me.