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Questions?

Do you know any answers?  Can you see how the world works when the night falls in pitiful shades of gray, dampening the light from a weak sun filtered through clouds of melting mountains?  Is it good to say I ache from the machinations of a crowd that pushes me in all directions with angry power?  Once I stood naked before the mirror and saw a man not yet old and no longer young but I didn’t see me, I couldn’t see me.  Why can people only glimpse that part of us that boils and simmers with some parts rage some parts love?  Am I going mad when I remember you from so long ago as though it was only this morning?   You were so fresh and new and I wanted you more than the air I breath.  Is it brash to lay down my feelings like so many open sores to be eaten away by time?  I dream in colours so vivid they hurt my eyes and pulses of pain seep deep, laying trenches in my conscious waking life, can I survive or sink into a spiral of hurt?

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Very few people get out of this life without some damage, some chip of mental debris or something far bigger but hidden inside the skull.  Don’t believe a word don’t fall prey to the lies of those who tell you they have the rosiest of lives.  They of course may not know themselves so it’s not malicious or out of fear.  But deep inside their psychic shell will be a crack, a fissure that leaks pain and seeps life like a sinking boat.

Can it really be so long ago when the dreams came and wrecked my sleep, when the life within flooded my head with nightmares.  Screaming banshee and red lightning sheets of bloody storms, rain that fell in torrents and hammered on the metal roof like a millions falling nails.  A wind that thrashed the trees for telling the truth and tore the branches from the very wood that gave shelter in sunnier times.

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Philosophical Musing – A Fictional Piece

Very few people get out of this life without some damage, some chip of mental debris or something far bigger but hidden inside the skull.  Don’t believe a word don’t fall prey to the lies of those who tell you they have the rosiest of lives.  They of course may not know themselves so it’s not malicious or out of fear.  But deep inside their psychic shell will be a crack, a fissure that leaks pain and seeps life like a sinking boat.

Can it really be so long ago when the dreams came and wrecked my sleep, when the life within flooded my head with nightmares.  Screaming banshee and red lightning sheets of bloody storms, rain that fell in torrents and hammered on the metal roof like a millions falling nails.  A wind that thrashed the trees for telling the truth and tore the branches from the very wood that gave shelter in sunnier times.

Green grow the leaves in springtime when life is fresh and raw but nothing can save the foliage from the ravishing rage of nature flexing a power that defies all to stand and hold a palm forward and yell for it to stop!  In my dreams I tried like a fool and I suffered for it.

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More Musical Tastes

You may be glad to know that I now have my musical habit under control or at least I’m getting there!  I have bought a lot of music over the last few months but I’m being really careful now, I only bought 3 CD’s this week and the shaking has nearly stopped!  I got to thinking that my tastes are very varied and to my mind at least pretty cool, but who is to say what I don’t like doesn’t have its own merits in another person eyes, merits that are equally valid to mine?

In general I’m a person who has tastes that are best described as on the alternative side though in recent years (and by recent I’m probably thinking 20 years but that’s me just showing my age) those tastes do seem to have seeped into the normal musical landscape and back out again!

I have always loved the music of the 60’s from soul to British Invasion beat groups to wacked out psycho punk and garage to a little funk.  I loved the punk stuff from around the world followed by the New Wave and Indie with a good slice of Alternative (I especially loved the Paisley Underground).  I was a mod, a rocker, a soul boy with a taste for music with energy wit and a dark edge, a jangle here, a touch of discord there.  But I also loved some of those mainstream songs that got me in my soul, the odd Wet Wet Wet, a little Duran Duran, a smidgen of Robbie Williams (I have nearly all his albums don’t you know…).

So I know there is at least some music on my large collection (cd’s, records, tapes etc) that almost everybody will like but I also know that if ten different people rummaged through it not a single one would like it all in the same way that I do!

My core value in the music I like is difficult to pinpoint but generally it’s an authenticity, an original idea and a spirit of adventure, but I probably do like some music that is plain commercial born from an idea for making money by some accountant or other (I love the Monkees).

Some people think that musical styles are now so diverse but at the same time so mixed together that nothing new can come along and maybe they are right (people said the same things in the 60’s 70’s, 80’s, 90’s etc and what did they know!) but the main thing that stops a musician or musical style being so influential now is that music is just one of a million different cultural background noises along with games, social networks, tv, movies etc.  There is always a slightly different take that comes along but nothing on the scale of hearing Elvis for the first time (I admit I was twenty plus years late but hey) or the Beatles or Sex Pistols.

And what about all those brilliant culture changing artists who never got the chance to change our lives?  Music is so much about luck so it’s not enough to be brilliant you have to be discovered!  Which bring me to my comeback!

I am still practicing but normal life has once again started to impinge!  I’m not a teenager anymore living in my own little flat and having no job or reason other than to play my music.  So paying the bills and helping to bring my boys up comes first!  Perhaps I gave up too soon, perhaps I could have been huge!  And maybe not!

Anyway have a listen to this song I uploaded to my MySpace site – I quite like it and on some dark nights I listen to it and dream…

http://www.myspace.com/johnnydrhodesmusic/music/songs/jenny-grew-up-too-soon-mp3-88191904

Yes it’s me and I’m so sorry to assault your ears but if you like it then fine it’s good to share and if you don’t well I am sure your not alone; but I’m probably in good company.  Happy listening!

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Nearly Typically Topical

Well wouldn’t you just know it, I only went and took part in what is probably the biggest moment in recent British social history (no not my next gig which may have to wait until the next century when I may just be about ready).  I went down to good old London town and partook in the watching of the Olympics!

I didn’t bother with a popular sport and I didn’t bother watching one where there was any British presence but it was lively, full of music and I was surrounded by peoples of the world (and I can’t tell you if it was the Americans, Georgians, Japanese, Hungarian or Canadians who were the loudest when their man took to the mats; all I know is I was nearly deafened by the cheers and shouts!

My sport is wrestling, freestyle Olympic as first practices in ancient Greece (though I’m glad to say they do wear clothes of a sort these days).  Now my friends around the world may well be more familiar with what is a popular pastime in other realms but which comes pretty near to naked fire walking around these parts, which is why our only representative was a lady who until a couple of years ago hailed from eastern Europe (which is fine by the way and I’d have cheered her to the roof if she’d won but she didn’t, and I was watchng the males not the females).

My dear old Dad (who me and my brothers treated to the trip) was a multiple British Champion and actually went to the Commonwealth Games in 1966; he didn’t win but at least he was there.  He was very dismayed by the changes introduced to spice up the game including a quite ridiculous lottery whereby if there is a draw in a round one of the wrestlers has to pick a red or blue ball from a bag.  Which ever colour was chosen the corresponding wrestler got to tackle the others legs without much resistance – a bit like a soccer penalty shoot out with the goalies legs tied together.

Anyway the show was good and I did a few touristy things like travel the tube (£5.00 a go!), walk across Tower Bridge marvel at the lovely muddy Thames (it is far cleaner now than it ever was though I think you’ll excuse me for not yet wanting to take a swim in it).

And so I departed Kings Cross after roughly 24 hours (isn’t it strange, and I never knew, how three big stations are all so near to each other – Kings Cross, St Pancreas and Euston!).  I even managed to find a nature reserve 2 minutes from the railway with a lovely pond, tall trees dripping with summer green and the voice of St Pancreas telling me all about the latest arrivals.

So back to normal life, roll on the next big occasion (no still not my next gig though you never know….).

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Comfort in Distant Friendship

I’m not sure what kind of mood I’m in today.  On the one hand I’ve completed my customary early morning weekly supermarket visit (which was an empty place populated mainly by staff and middle-aged men – of which I’m probably one!).  This task is always  good to get out-of-the-way and leaves the rest of Saturday free for… well that’s just it, I have lots of things I need to do, should be doing and I hate to  vegetate but I can’t decide which is the most pressing of the tasks!

I am quite happy, I have been feeding my voracious appetite for recorded music recently partly thanks to the ‘pre-used’ ‘refurbished’ cd’s now being provided in my local Morrisons (one of our big four Supermarket chains for all my none-UK friends and one hailing from my home town of Bradford) – this gives me a fix every Saturday morning as I search through for a piece of gold at only £2 a shot (and sometimes I moan a little as I see a few I have bought in the past at full price oh fool that I was, not realising that one day I could save a fortune).  Today for instance I bought a Stokes album, a U2 album and a New Order greatest hits, last week it was… well you get the picture!  I have also taken to searching the Internet for pieces of gold and thanks to Play.com I now have a fist full of Penelope Houston (no relation to any of the other famous Houston song birds and in fact a punk rocker from a little combo named the Avengers who went folkie).

But still I’m not completely satisfied, I could buy more but there is a feeling of something missing!  I have to say thank you by the way to those of you who have stuck by me even when I’ve become nothing more than a silent phantom hovering on the edge of your memory – cheers all and thank goodness for distant friends.   I will try to keep up and not fade away!  Your support keeps me going and in those lucid periods when my habit can be kept at bay it helps to bring focus to my life – now what can I buy next, I nice Sham69 collection maybe or a touch of the Thin Lizzys?

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