Times a funny thing, its gone in a flash and you start to wonder what’s left in the tank. Do you try and eek it out and glide home or do you just put you try and get as far as you can?
Do you feel lucky punk?
What’s is with people born in the 70s and 80s banging on about how wonderful things were in 50’s and early 60’s. It really gets on my nerves at times. I have just seen one of those “share this” Facebook posts romanticising a mythical time that frankly was never like that at all, unless perhaps you were very well to do. I was born in the late 50’s. The first ten years of my life were spent living with no bathroom and outside toilet no real heating in an overcrowded dwelling. Yes I love music 
from those times but everything else was not that great at all.
Bomb sites, chemical fogs, outside bogs, dogshit everywhere (some things don’t change) Rows of terraces waiting for demolition. It wasn’t all rose tinted. it was a huge contrast to my grandparents place out in suburbia which was a 1930s semidetached with a garden and to me it seemed like a palace… And TB and rickets and malnutrition for some still even then.
These things do shape who you are and who you become.
It’s not my circus or monkeys though so onto the next thing I guess. I am stil finding old recordings in the archive from my old bands. It is bitter sweet though as three of them have passed.
This though is one of mine
