And... The Economy

I never studied economics. So I'm ignorant about how the economy works on the national, regional and global scale. Mind you, I'm probably not alone in that. And even the people who seem to know don't seem to know that much more.

I may well be wrong... but aren't we in trouble because we've filled our lives and our homes with crappy things that we don't need (at the same time as eating a lot of things that aren't actually food, and drinking a lot of things that are killing us)?

And now we don't have so much money, we're not buying so much crap. But because so many people's lives are bound up with making and selling crap to their fellow human beings, we're kind of stuck...

When we were all buying things that we didn't need like there was no tomorrow... we didn't realise that one day there would be no tomorrow...

And...

Well, the blog has acquired another And...

Mainly because up to now I've been writing — mainly — about the worlds of writing and music...

But it seems time to expand a little... and maybe occasionally to say things less often said... at least, that will be the aim...

But that doesn't mean there won't still be posts devoted to words and music... and both of them at the same time... as well as the odd And...

So whoduggit?

I know a number of people have actually bought - and some have even read - Like A Flower (my tale of life, death, love and gardening - aka the whoduggit).

If you are one of those who have read it, it would be wonderful if you'd put up a one-line (or even one-word) review on one of the websites selling it.

Most of the links are listed on the website... and if you haven't bought it yet...

Ugly Beautiful

I’ve been staying in Reading for a while. Anyone who knows Reading will probably sympathise. It’s not a pretty place. And some of it’s inhabitants’ habits are none too pretty either.

Walking through its town centre at night means running the gauntlet of screaming drunks and people either wandering about talking to themselves or threatening to talk to you.

But there is a quite beautiful church tower and wonderful old, gnarled trees in the centre that seem oblivious to the mayhem around them. And their presence changes almost everything.

After recently finding myself able to listen to the National Anthem (see previous post) and now this experience in Reading, am I discovering the fact that beauty can be found even in the ugliest places?

Royal Progress

Playing gigs across the UK tends to mean driving back through the night late. The more gigs we play, the more of a ritual it becomes. And the radio tends to be one's only companion on the road.

Whenever the National Anthem used to come on at 1am, I always used to switch it off. It was the last thing I wanted to hear, then — or at any other time. (Anthems don't really do it for me, unless it's Hendrix playing The Star Spangled Banner.)

But then a strange thing happened. I found myself leaving it on and allowing it to become part of that nocturnal post-gig ritual.

For the past two nights, after really wonderful gigs, I've let "God Save The Queen" mark another minor musical success. I've found something positive in it — rather than something negative.

And that's a pretty amazing turnaround.

Mind you, I still prefer the Sex Pistols...

Tales From The Sticks - Part One

I promised to write more about sticks. Those not interested in drumming should look away now...

Without sticks, you are generally in some difficulty. Yes, you can play with your hands. And even though John Bonham was known to do it, it doesn't really look so cool...

Drummers love sticks. Some of them spend a lifetime looking for the right ones.

To me, Vic Firth American Classic 7As are perfection. But the more you play, the more sticks you have to buy. Like everything else, they don't last forever...

I called in to a shop in London just to buy a couple of pairs, and inevitably got talking about drums. This is, of course, the main reason for visiting drum stores, to look at drums and to discuss them in fine detail.

I asked what the drummer who used to run the shop was doing now. "Spending more time with his wife," I was told bluntly. "Something he should have done 10 years ago."

The ensuing conversation focused on the links between drumming, divorce and self-destruction. The chap now running the store, previously a full-time professional drummer, had been through his divorce some time back. Gigging every night, even though it was to pay the bills, hadn't gone down well at home. "She knew I was a drummer when we married, but... "

I said I knew it was rare to find a partner who understood about drumming, gigging, being in a band.

He said: "If it's any consolation, just about every full-time musician playing in the West End is divorced."

The conversation turned to drink and drugs (the time-honoured ways of the musician to deal with stresses of all sorts), and in particular to Phil Seamen (the man from whom Ginger Baker got a lot of his Ginger Bakeriness). We had both seen him play.

Seamen dealt with the strains by using cigarettes, alcohol and heroin. He died at 46, having made a name for himself as a drumming genius... but a walking disaster area.

I took my two pairs of sticks, thanked the man in the shop. And we wished each other well in keeping on going...

Crisis Present

I got so sick of crappy Christmas singles that I decided to write one myself... but not a crappy one.

That was a few years ago and it's been looking for a home ever since.

It finally got one thanks to the sublime popsters Christmas Aguilera who performed it at their Jolly Santa Social Club fund-raiser in London last year.

And this year it is officially released as a track on their seasonal EP, again with proceeds going to Crisis, the charity for the homeless.

So if you want to buy a copy of "I Wanna Give You A Present", just click here... and sing along.