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November 17, 2013

On Things My Children Teach Me

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I have two children who, for my purposes, I will call DJKafka and BassKafka.  They know who they are.  DJ Kafka was here recently and commented that I never go to the beach.  I used to walk there every morning, picking up litter as I went, a win-win situation.  Since cancer paid me a visit (thanks for nothing cancer), I just got out of the habit because it was difficult enough to leave my bed, let alone plough my way through the sand to the sea.  Now I have been shamed back into my Daily Amble, for which I’m very grateful.

This is how it looked the first day I went back, and I just couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to do it.  Thanks for the motivation DJKafka.

DJKafka also gave me a CD of music from 1974, the year he was born.  It is currently on high rotation in my car.  The music is unexpected and mysteriously trippy, expanding my mind (as we termed it at the time) in rather unexpected directions.  Hmmmm.

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March 25, 2010

Once Upon A Time

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I had this really good idea.  I often have them, generally in the early hours of the morning, but being a Grand Mistress in the Sacred Arts of Procrastination, I seldom act on any of them, and they quietly drift off to The Island of Unfulfilled Dreams.  I have a huge file there; they love me.  I’m one of their best customers. This particular idea, which has been hanging around nagging at me for years, is to write some sort of autobiography for my boys.  They’re much too absorbed in their own busy lives to be interested now, but in thirty years time, in an idle moment perhaps, they may wonder what was going on in my life, especially the fifties and sixties before they were born.  Having sat down to this project on numerous occasions, I’m usually defeated by how much there is to say.  How can I possibly sort out what to put in and what to leave out so that it’s not just a load if disconnected drivel (my speciality!).  At this point, my trusty muse, who is a snarky piece of work and despairs of my ability to do anything ever, suggested that I might recall music which has been important in my life, and centre my meanderings around that. So I’m going to practise writing them here, reread the posts in a few months and if I’m still happy with them, they can move to the ‘keep’ folder.  There will be no chronological order, just whatever occurs to me at the time.

“All The Things You Are”  Music by Jerome Kern, lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein ll.

“You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I’ll know that moment divine,
When all the things you are, are mine”

This song, originally written for a musical (Very Warm For May) in 1939, has been sung by many people.  But the version which made such an impact on me was released by Peter Sellers on his 1958 LP, “The Best Of Sellers”.  My father bought almost anything Peter Sellers related and laughed himself sick listening to the records.  He took great delight in sharing his discoveries and held regular Funny Record Evenings where friends and family would be forced to sit through hours of Sellers, Shelley Berman, Spike Jones, Stan Freeberg, Victor Borge and others who I can’t recall.  In this song the context is all important.  Sellers sings it as an elderly man, singing to himself while he shaves.  It begins a cappella but an orchestra gradually fades in and this beautiful song ensues finally brought to an abrupt end by his wife (I presume) who shouts at him  “‘Ere.  ‘Ow much longer you gonna be in that bathroom”.  The poignancy is tangible.  Listen here



March 24, 2010

Ah Julia Julia Julia …

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There was a lot of that going on at the Concert Hall last night where we lobbed up to see the Rockwiz take to the road.  Not only is she gorgeous and intelligent, but she’s very professional and keeps the show zipping along, coping with the more freaky contestants along the way.  It’s an entertaining show because it’s so scary.  With random members of the public up on stage and miked up, anything can happen at any moment.

I couldn’t fault anyone really – Dugald (the Housewives’ Choice), Brian Nankervis who was out in the foyer strutting his stuff before the show, revving everybody up, and the band who were funky beyond belief.  They give the impression of having seen and played everything, and I believe them.

What to wear?  I mulled this over all day.  Finally, knowing that I would be close to the oldest person there, I went for the Christmas Tree effect.  Put on as many of your most colourful clothes as you can carry,  pile all the jewelry you possess on top of that, then sashay through the foyer as if you own the place.  It worked a treat.  The crowd parted before me as if I had leprosy.  Success!

Favorite bits?  Julia’s brilliant simile ” sometimes those riffs go in one ear and out the other, like a ice-pick through Trotsky’s head”.  Graphic, but it worked for me.  Goosebump time arrived with the encore and a beautiful rendition of Tom Waits’ ‘Come On Up To The House’, worth whatever I paid for the ticket and more.

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