here in England summer has finally arrived
There are lots of jokes about the English summer, but let me tell you, when we do get some good weather this Sceptered Isle really is a jewel set in a silver sea. This Beatles song perfectly captures my mood today.
Some say that the Rolling Stones were a better band than the Beatles ~ you had to be rather too fond of illicit sex and drugs to believe that.
dawn over the North Sea
where you are right now is where you were meant to be
Earlier this week I treated myself to the Beatles album Sgt, Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, on vinyl of course. This is a brand new pressing re-mastered to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the original release in May 1967. There is something very atmospheric about recreating the days of one’s youth.
Obviously I would have like to have bought an original ‘first pressing,’ and there are a couple for sale; on Amazon yet! But, even I’m not going to pay something like $750 for 12 inches of black vinyl that I would never have dared to play. Ergo this new pressing is a great buy for me.
There are some fab, groovy tracks on this album ~ but I’ve chosen this one because right now it’s very meaningful for me.
Ringo wasn’t a great singer, but then he wasn’t really a great drummer either.
I wonder where I can buy a pair of loon pants?
Or an original Mini Cooper?
Try not to go all 1960’s on me
you can write about everything in life, if you have the courage
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt. ~ Sylvia Plath.
The Beatles, probably the best band in the history of the world.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works. ~ Virginia Woolf.
Please listen with enthusiasm.
don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass;
What happens on vacation, stays on vacation…..
On vacation in a pretty nice hotel, six of us decided to find the very worst dive on Lanzerote. Although it didn’t start out like that. It started out as an ordinarily normal evening in an hotel bar. And then we went out and caught a bus.
The bus driver got so fed up with the 3 women trying to pay in 20 Euro notes that he just waved us on board, and then made us all get off at the end of the line. Where we found the very worst dive on the Island.
There was an ugly Spanish guy behind the bar, the black guitarist, and two other bewildered looking customers. Without asking the barman brought all the women caramel vodkas, and then again, and again.
The guitarist was damn good! He played all of ‘classical gas’. Mind you he could have used a haircut, a wash, and a shave, a change of clothes, and a better attitude.
So there was a sing-along of beatles, stones, and the who. After 4 or 5 caramel vodkas women cannot sing.
And then it went pear-shaped My female temporary friend demanded that the guitarist play Norwegian Wood. Not going to happen. But it did
Eventually I went back to the hotel, walking, took me an hour. My friends did not show up for breakfast. I do not want to know what happened. I guessed.