Thursday, March 27, 2025

These Days


Some songs are just the right amount of simplicity 
and so are almost perfect
then a quirky performance nails it
10/10.

Meanwhile simple things continue to please complicated but slightly confused and worn out minds. Also there's no readily available interface with AI's helpful heart and hands to talk me down from the great heights of tuneless exploration. These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do ...

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Spitfire


The Grangemouth Spitfire. A memorial to the former WWII RAF airbase and the airmen and workers who served there and also those who lost their lives in training and combat. It stands but a stone's throw away from the only oil refinery in Scotland, the oldest in the UK and one that is due to close this summer. Much of the refinery was built on or near the site of the old airfield. INEOS are the current owners. "Stop oil" working well enough I guess.

To the bottom left of the picture is a BP service station where, for various reasons the petrol is never quite as cheap there as you'd think it should be. It's always cheaper in Dundee and Aberdeen. I'm imagining a more simple world of strait forward costs and easier logistics of course. Silly me. Economics is a complex and widely misunderstood subject, mostly misunderstood by economists if you want my opinion, but what do I know?

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Gay Avian Chatter


Hardly a day goes by without our cats leaving the earth for short periods of time as they explore the highest branches of the local tree population. Here's one (George) up a tree carrying out a survey and home report on what appears to an empty bird's nest. Actually we do know for sure that the nest is currently vacant. These things are observed and noted. Few if any birds were injured or disturbed on this particular mission. 

That hasn't always been the case however. Death is an unavoidable part of life. As an act of penance for our existence and way of being we try hard to feed and nourish visiting birds of all stations and types by providing a running buffet of fat balls and assorted nuts and seeds. Often they seem slightly ungrateful for their free feast but hey, that's birds for you. Times are hard.

We're only fallible humans and to encourage relations we have also granted them permission to roost on the roof (mostly pigeons and sparrows) and to pass complex free jazz messages down to us in song and warbled form via the stove's chimney pipe. A decent piece of acoustic design I must say as it fills the house with gay avian chatter and the strains of grey toned feather light folk music. Rock on quietly.

Monday, March 24, 2025

Those Beatles


Sympathy for the Beatles? I was watching some history piece describing the top Beatles songs that were inspired by what might be called stimulants in the mid sixties. As you'd imagine it was mostly tracks from Revolver and Sergeant Pepper, though Rubber Soul got an honorable mention. It's funny how recent (?) history is seen in this way, particularly the 1960s where some artists who naturally flipped into dope and acid use were hailed as pioneers, explorers and gurus because of their newly "inspired" creations. You might think that all the drug and alcohol fueled creative madness of the previous 100 years didn't really happen. Maybe that's just the drugs finally working.

I wrote much more on this but deleted it as it was just a load of assorted piffle ... don't do nasty drugs either.

Friday, March 21, 2025

Dark Factories

No daylight, no humans, just machines working 24 hours a day. The line never stops. No breaks, no briefings, no training, no conversation, no accidents, no first aid post, no waste, no toilet time, no change of shift, no chatter, no musak, no emergency lights, no shadows, no excess inventory, no interventions; only smooth and profitable production runs, all according to the master plan. The age of the dark factories us upon us (but you don't even need to be aware of that).


Other dark ages either already here or close by:

The age of dark shopping - you meditate on an item to order it.
The age of dark education - you think you know best but you don't.
The age of dark entertainment - this may already be upon us.
The age of dark consumption - any appetite can be encouraged.
The age of dark hygiene - no comment.
The age of dark relationships - it's been going forever.
The age of dark families - just wear a mask.
The age of dark religions - it's what God wants for us.
The age of dark politics - for King and country.
The age of dark travel - Ryanair, Easyjet and P&O etc.
The age of dark fashion - Goths naturally ahead of their time.
The age of dark manners - to pass the Port or not to.
The age of the Dark Age - that magical deja vu moment. 

That's enough Dark News for today. This list is endless. I'm bored.

Thursday, March 20, 2025

More Chronicles Of Wasted Time


The man who thought the onion was a cake.
 


The souls of Tilda Swinton and David Bowie in Heaven.

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Blue


Having seen him live a few weeks ago I decided to make an exploratory CD purchase from the Colin Steele website. It's a polished, blue tinged, obviously jazzy set of interpretations based around some Joni Mitchell songs. A bit melancholic at times, more shade than light and of course with faultless playing from all the musicians involved. In an ideal world I'd be listening to it in a smoky, dim room nursing a reasonably large glass of cheap blended well iced whisky and reflecting quietly on things in general. At some point late in the music I'd nod off but that would be more to do with the whisky and my age than the actual sounds. ... jazz ... zzz.

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Golden Something


I've come to the conclusion that we have all lived through the golden age of coffee so any golden age comparisons are now firmly buried in the past. It is gone and will not be repeated. It is a steady downhill path into a murky coffee future for us all. Good coffee will no longer be readily available or affordable, even at Greggs. Only filthy rich people sitting in bamboo chairs on the poop decks of their blue and white yachts in the Riviera sunshine and of course the George Clooneys of the world, sipping it from fine china on a balcony overlooking Lake Como, will still get a decent cup. Not for the likes of us though. What a long, strange trip it's been.

The causes are the usual stuff, climate change, corporate greed, exploitation and volatile markets. The last bastion of hope for me was Aldi. I searched the shelves but I did not find anything decent. All that I saw were those silver generic tins full of crumbly brown dust and floor sweepings with fuckin' stupid orange lids that you tend to keep as they're conveniently the correct size to seal an open can of beans in the fridge but the actual opportunity to use them seldom arises.

On the upside I've still got some Weasel coffee from Vietnam and Nescafe is currently targeted in some unexpected "Clubcard" offer/consumer manipulation at the local Tesco. It's a messed up world and they're all just having a laugh. A view that was yet again confirmed for me last week when I noticed that an ear wax removal firm was sponsoring a roundabout on the nearby B800.

Monday, March 17, 2025

Exceptional Mediocrity


"The unbearable lightness of being mediocre" 
Nile Papyrus on a Cambridge willow timber frame, 
approx size 6.00' x 5.00'. 

Only one hundred original pieces will be made available. 
(Numbered and signed individually by a random member of the public outside of a branch of Lidl somewhere in Central Scotland).  POA along with the artist's apologies.

Please note that prospective purchases from ex or serving UK or USA politicians or their agents will not be welcomed and such people are officially barred from holding ownership of the artist's work. No unconscious bias here, all bias being fully conscious. And so a great wave of change sweeps across the land but ends up doing nothing.

A rare opportunity.

And they said that it would never rain.

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Deep 70s


Confession time: I'm actually listening to Deep 70s quite a lot and enjoying it. David Hepworth and I are in sync on this and I like his choices and pithy sleeve notes. When I say listening I'm doing so in a slightly uneven manner as there are four themes in this set and I've managed to get stuck in one and it's not; "big names early in their careers" (Young Americans), "UK pub rock superstars" (Blue Boar Blues) or "female singers who almost missed the mark" (The Monstrous Regiment). No.

I'm afraid it's the fairly "unprogressive rock and blues, brown around the edges, salad bowl" (Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers) that's featuring the likes of Jonny Winter, ZZ Top, Canned Heat, Status Quo and the frankly marvelous Flamin' Groovies. Three, maybe even four chords and the truth to be precise. How the mighty (I mean listeners) have fallen but they just don't know it yet. I'm in a time warp, but then again I always have been and feel quite at home in it.

Friday, March 14, 2025

Inspired By Marillion


Inner conflict: It's funny how you can like the idea of something but not really like the thing itself. Like oysters or sleeping in or drinking too much alcohol or just spending a day doing nothing or looking forward to a seeing a movie then actually seeing it ... I could go on. So I like the idea of progressive rock (?) but I also don't really like progressive rock but I'd still like to somehow play progressive rock in a band but not really listen to it too much but I'd like to go and watch a concert but maybe not quite be a fan but I'd wear the T shirt but not try to sound too enthusiastic about the band though I'd read stuff about them on their website and listen to clips but I'd not bother buying a CD or anything ... etc. 

So on to Marillion; possibly the dullest, most misunderstood and unluckiest band in music history but also one that's highly regarded and accomplished and been reasonably successful in a career lasting thirty years and more. I like the idea of them but ...

Thursday, March 13, 2025

Stop Buying Stuff


It was of course inevitable that this would find me, it found me a few weeks ago as an early possible victim. No more does anyone have to look for something. No more head scratching and angst over what you might like. What you might want just lands into your head via your phone like some random pigeon onto your chimney. But it's not actually some chance happening is it? The internet knows fine well that I saw Pink Floyd a lifetime ago when their live set was basically all of DSOTM, Echos and One of These Days. I have a happy memory there that's been sold on.

Despite not ever buying any Floyd stuff on Amazon it heard in my jagged thoughts that "Meddle" remains my favorite PF album. The one before everything went brilliantly mad and then fell apart nastily and now that there is no god anymore, my own inner spark has sold my past life to the internet where all flickering things are visible to the omnipresent purchasing algorithms. So this beefed up, tarted up version of the Pompeii event including "Echos" is dangled before me like psychedelic carrot. Repackaged and spun into a golden and optimistic thread that I might hold briefly between my fingers. All this music is something I'm obviously familiar with but I neither need it nor want it, even in this new sugary pack. I'm not buying anymore stuff. So I tell myself.

Also I don't like the bit where Dave Gilmour puts his black Strat down onto the hot dusty ground and fiddles with it either. I'd never have done that to a guitar. That's a fast forward moment if ever there was one.

OK, moving onto Marillion then ...

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

The Industrial Music of the Spray Can


A short extract from the first draft of my thesis: Graffiti ruins but also enhances with the sounds of creation. Audible art.

Dreary walls, city places, bus shelters and alleys. Stairways and underpasses. A concrete and brick canvas. So called "new towns". It can't be brought under control or tamed. People will still try. You can always tell. Ironmongery set up in the mind for a personal prison. The brutal, scabby environment haunts you still, it's a common experience. 

What does it all mean? Water colours in the rain and territorial markings. Scrawl and protest. Stencils if you care to be consistent. Make your mark.

"Don't bring that messy message back down here again," said the angry community hygiene worker. "Somebody has to pay for all that." They certainly do.

Music? The spray can produces a variety of distinct sounds, including:

  • Pressurized Hiss: The continuous release of aerosol resembles steam vents and compressed air, akin to industrial soundscapes.
  • Rhythmic Bursts: Quick, percussive sprays create patterns reminiscent of drum machines and mechanical beats.
  • Metallic Shaking: The internal ball bearing, or "rattle," inside the can generates a rhythmic, percussive effect when shaken, evoking industrial clanks and rattles.

These elements make the spray can an organic component of industrial music, capable of being integrated into compositions as both a rhythmic and textural element. Maybe not so easy.

Sunday, March 09, 2025

All That Jazz



Some "kind of blue" tinged photos of Colin Steele's Kings of Swing playing live in the Priory Church at South Queensferry. A gig put on by what I believe to be a new local promoter, Lighthouse Sounds. The small venue was pretty full up and bustling with eager dancers and jazz/swing fans of all ages. As I've not really been initiated into this new/old school of music it was an interesting and fun experience. These guys are top class and can really play and it was great to hear mostly unamplified instruments belting out their interpretations of some classic jazz pieces in the ancient, stony building. 

Some songs I knew a little, others I'd not really heard before as I've not sat down peacefully and listened to this type of music in a live setting such as this. As the conventions and language of real jazz being mostly unfamiliar to me I wasn't sure what to expect, but the numerous solos, the extended versions and the relaxed and confident delivery were all executed in a highly professional and entertaining manner. It was a really good night out. 

Below: this is the inside of the buildings's roof and the crazy church ceiling.

Saturday, March 08, 2025

Beaver Town

BBC image.

In a move echoing the Highland Clearances a community of Scottish beavers have been re-homed in Dorset. They have left their beloved hills, glens and Celtic social chaos forever and now reside in the sunny uplands of the Brexit Free State itself. The text says that they were somehow set free, but what is it all about? "Freedom" they cry from deepest Dorset as the timber loving refugees try to chew on hearts of stubborn oak and lead a new life amid strange accents and primitive customs. 

Freedom is an elusive thing that means different things to different people and to different beavers. The "F" word that successive UK governments have debased, mocked and made sterile. I just hope they can settle in and pave the way for the next part of the Scotland to England wildlife export program: carnivorous haggis and wild boars followed by packs of wolves, all high on cooncil-cocaine from the Methil Science Centre. At least they may avoid the coming Central Scotland ice-age. At that point it'll be renamed Narnia and rebranded as a frozen theme park.

Just a quick pointer to the good people of Dorset; prepared properly beaver does taste a lot like chicken.

Friday, March 07, 2025

Remind Me In Seven Days


I once made some noise with this but now I'm an Orange devotee. eBay owes me money* but just to put that into perspective how much do I really owe to so many people and/or institutions out there? My footprints and fingerprints and DNA are all over the place. Tangled up in glue. The answer is probably a significant number but that same answer is blowing in the wind, or "blowing in the mind" as I might have put when a scatty teenager. I'm forever indebted to you all.

*Why when you buy something on the eBay do they take your money right away but when you sell something on eBay you have to wait a week or more for that money to come to you? Of course I already know the answer but I just needed to vent a little...


Just giving this another outing. Everyone should have some understanding of how this applies to 
almost everyone sometime during the course of their life, or so I suppose.

Thursday, March 06, 2025

Three Cats, Two Dogs

I think I'm right in saying that there are currently six cats and seven dogs in the wider family. Obviously not all pictured here. Whilst having pets can sometimes stretch your sanity to the limit it can also somehow hold it all firmly in place when other things or events become disturbing or your personal peace or ability to concentrate is threatened. The constructive therapy and comfort that connecting with animal pals can provide is very effective, sometimes bumpy but ultimately always rewarding. 

I'm not sure if I've ever seen Mr Donny Trump interacting with any animals but if he did I'd like to think that they would immediately detect him as a hostile and unpleasant threat and so might bite his arse or at the very least piss on his shoes. It's a pity that a large chunk of American voters seem to lack that basic instinct of being able to spot someone who's "not quite right", as might be said here in Scotty Land. It does strike me that often the BBC (and other media) can't quite spot the bad apples in their (tedious) galaxy of stars and commentators either.

Perhaps it's a survival skill that's slowly been bred out of us to the extent that we just roll over and accept whatever multilayered shit is coming down. I could probably create a list of people currently influencing and controlling events here and there at all levels, all of whom might well be considered as "not quite right" or just plain dangerous. I could but who needs another list and I don't want to be sued or become a mini list making despot. Stop making idiots famous - that's all. Trust your instincts and avoid the crazies. 

Tuesday, March 04, 2025

Separate Lives


Here's a handy one page missive on the theory of parallel universes, also known as the multiverse theory and hammed up in various Marvel movies. The theory that suggests that there could be multiple or even infinite universes existing alongside our own. These universes may have different physical laws, alternate histories, or variations of our own reality. Some key interpretations include:

  1. Quantum Many-Worlds Interpretation – Proposed by Hugh Everett, this suggests that every quantum event spawns multiple branching realities where different outcomes occur.
  2. Cosmic Inflation Theory – Some cosmologists propose that rapid expansion after the Big Bang could have created "bubble universes" with different physical properties.
  3. String Theory & Extra Dimensions – String theory suggests extra spatial dimensions, potentially leading to parallel worlds interacting through quantum effects.
  4. Brane* Theory – In some versions of string theory, our universe is a 3D "brane" floating in a higher-dimensional space where other branes (universes) could exist nearby.

While the concept is popular in science fiction, there is no direct evidence yet, and it remains only a theoretical possibility in modern physics. But check your own experiences, sometimes life plays little tricks on you ...

*Not a misspelling of brain either.

Guilty Pleasures?


The Goober is back. I found a jar in Lidl in Bo'ness (form an orderly queue please) so I'm off the wagon for as long as this one lasts. I think if I go back to the shop there will be none. If you know you know. Self control or at least the illusion of it, has to be maintained. I have a thirty year history with this occasional American based addiction and I'm not sorry, ashamed or repentant in any way. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to do some cat shepherding.