So who can you trust?

Well it seems hardly anyone these days. You used to be able to work out who the good guys were but not anymore it seems. More and more it seems that we edge closer to the end of everything familiar that we know. Maybe the bad guys have already won?

No1 in a series of senior moments:

I have a folding sack trolley, it’s been very useful for band kit and recently to get the new air conditioner up the 42 steps into the flat (sadly not 39 steps which would have been more poetic) but hasn’t folded for years as I thought it was stuck. After shuffling some music kit around on it this morning I decided to have a closer look at it. It seems visually there was nothing wrong with the folding mechanism apart from a small spot of rust. In a moment of wild abandonment I decided to push forward on it against the base expecting nothing to happen but after a slight cracking sound (not unlike the noises my back and arms make on occasion) it miraculously folded with very little effort on my part.

It would appear dear reader that for about 7 years since the last occasion that I did successfully collapse and fold it that I have been pushing in the wrong direction…

A century has passed since the publication of Mein Kampf, Adolf Hitler’s notorious book. Part-autobiography, part-political manifesto, few today have read it – and even fewer admit to doing so. Yet its ideas, expressed in often meandering and barely coherent prose, laid out the groundwork for the most destructive ideology of the 20th century. The programme explores the notorious and anti-Semitic content of Adolf Hitler’s infamous book.

A band friend shared a Christian song they had written and recorded (being a person of faith) and I was very moved by it having taken the time to listen properly as it revealed a little more about them..

This last week has been somewhat atypical. I have been working on music a fair bit but also doing various domestic stuff that my partner normally takes care of as well as they will be a little while mending yet.

Word are sometimes just words

Word are sometimes just words. I do not comment on the moral issue of what is reasonable force and what is ‘Defence’ and where it becomes ‘Offence’. How all this will look 25 years from now who knows. I won’t be around to find out. It is still the case wars even now are mostly economically of benefit to to those countries not directly involved as belligerents though this is lined is blurred in many cases. I am now 68 and as far as I can judge it has pretty much been the case that wars have been waged with very few pauses for most of my life in the Middle East, Asia and the Balkans with apologies for those that I have missed. Who ‘Pays’ for war?

Mostly the poor who have the least agency and usually suffer most inevitably. The first step is to be able to see the other. But we don’t.

It’s always a ‘they’ that are somehow, despicable or evil and this message is given to us by reasonable sounding men in suits.

Yet all wars tend to end the same way. men in suits predominately sitting at a table.

Perhaps we could just go straight to that point without the blood, death and destruction beforehand though that would be less profitable…

A few tunes for you.

Still too hot.

It’s still to hot for me. Here’s a short Piano mood piece. Just a modal minor tune.
It might grow into something else as well though.

I feel very worn again. I did a gig at a village fate at Knebworth which was rather jolly fun with the Sonic Boomers but I am a bit done in at present. It’s been a very difficult week to be honest.
Sometimes you have to let go a little bit. Maybe this week is one of those?I am a bit irritable though as I can’t seem to cool off. I never used to get this hot to be honest. It’s funny but music is sort of existential. Gig or die almost for me. Vicky was the same. Maybe that’s why we worked so well together, because we were obsessed with it. this year I have felt pretty low at times. A lot of pain which is difficult to manage at times, a feeling of very low self worth and generally being past it . I feel like creatively I am just repeating myself a lot. I do wish what I do was a bit more recognised though my music does get played a fair amount. I miss playing gigs regularly. I can’t deal with the heat now either the way I used to. I am still as bi-polar as I ever was and easily triggered however much I try to manage it.

Back in the day at the Little Green Dragon: