Monthly Archives: October 2023

We Carry It All With Us Always

Yes we do, those odd little memory’s. There is no escape. We think we have forgotten but we are reminded at the strangest times. The Sonic Boomers did a showcase gig and it was good fun. Almost like the old days, two in a week. They are nice people to work with as well.
Beer was not great though it looked like it ought to be. It was sadly a brownish glass of disappointment on this occasion. Not all that glisters is gold indeed or a pint of “Mild” come to that. But merriment occurred regardless.

I have a slight case of grumpiness today in the house. Such is the way of the world I guess. Here is a recent recording, an instrumental riff Space rock type tune. Very simple, like me.

As time goes by I am more and more easily distracted by the passing show I find. But we must push on. Though I have no difficulty writing and creating music, lyrics seem to evade me now.
As if the music part of the brain has somehow displaced the verbal. Or maybe the words seem less and less meaningful now in some way? I couldn’t write a love song now. Actually thinking about it that is a great title.

This is home now. My spaceship is hidden under that mound with the two trees on it. Not sure if I can fix it as you can only get spares on Ebay and they are getting increasingly rare 🙂

A Recent Tune for this time of year.

I have just finished this track. Its low key and rather wistful. It is also very much a reflection of my State of mind right now. This year has been interesting and there have been a few challenges along the way so far. I feel a bit rocked by becoming aware of my own fragility in body and mind as time passes and recent bother with my eyes has brought that into focus (bad pun time).

We have of course another war to weep and morn for and very little hope for its resolution.

Diana Stone in the studio at the keys.

As I write we are having fairly heavy rainfall here and the weathers turned a lot colder quickly. That turns up the gloom level just a little too much for comfort.

The Guilt Trip

When you think back to the good times when you were bad, and very, very naughty indeed.
Yep. If you were very naughty but loving, is it still naughty though nice? Just asking for a friend. I am not looking for advice. To love well but perhaps not always wisely, there’s the thing. Now here is a fine bunch of ne’re do wells indeed. The latest incarnation of Jon Bickleys “Invisible Folk Club” band. And a fine sounding ensemble they are indeed. To know more about Jon Bickley here clickly Also there is a gig at Watford Folk Club on November the 3rd.

I had a jolly good gig with the Sonic Boomers and so here are a couple of pics:
Our first gig with the full line up of the new band Sonic Boomers and not a bad crowd.
A great night at the Bunyan Baptist Church in Stevenage and £542 was raised for charity too! Some very nice feedback on the performance from the punters too.

So apart from that its business as usual as the season changes and the nights draw in.
I am working on a moody track at present and will be putting a vocal on it shortly, Its very much a vibe for this time of year reflecting on time passing and all that. Samhain (pronounced SOW-en). It was the most important night of the year for the Celts. It was their New Year’s Eve, a time when the veil between the worlds grew thin and spirits could pass over and walked among us. The ancient Celts also lit huge bonfires on Samhain to drive away the dark and evil spirits, and they paraded their cattle and other livestock between bonfires to purify them.


I miss you most upon each Samhain
When the boundary turns to sheer
I wait until the veil is parted
At the ending of the year.
Sweet spirit, as you walk among us
At the tolling of this eve
I see your face beyond the sunset
And hear your voice upon the breeze.

In the glowing of the candle,
From the shadow on the wall
I watch for you in every movement
And hear your footsteps in the hall.
Can you sit and spend the evening
As the portal opens wide?
Ancestral dead, I bid you welcome,
Most recent dead, I pray, abide.

When you come I sense your presence
I put my hand out in the air
A moment, then, we stand united
Palm to palm while waiting there.
I miss you most upon each Samhain
When the boundary turns to sheer
We share these hours until the dawning
Then bid farewell until next year.

David O. Norris

A nice poem but I can’t find any details of the author to link to.