I'm one day away from 60, though I've come to realise as that day closes in that it's nothing but another label. I looked at my voicemails and text messages from yesterday as I woke this morning and realised how far I move on emotionally within twenty four hours. Every passing day. Even the strongest emotions can be completely fleeting.
I don't pretend to understand people thirty or forty years younger than me. Gender, identity or persona related issues leave me unsure and quizzical. I grew up in a world which seemed simpler. Ways of looking at the world seemed less complex. I grew up in an era where things were bountiful in many respects and over the six decades I've been alive this fantastic gift and legacy has been frittered and ravaged..This leaves us at each other's throats
But I write this blog on a daily basis still. It focuses on music but this is really a front to talking about the mysteries of the universe. That's the struggle we're all engaged in. Whether we like it or not. I listen to music and try to say something about it. A different angle to the same fundamental approach.
Today Model/ Actriz would you believe. It's pretension but you're only alive once. You might as well try to make a splash. Pirouette is hardly the Last Splash but it is not just another Drop In the Ocean. OK that's enough alternative inside gags.
Anyway. I like it. It's intense and full blooded. It's reckless. Melodic, melodramatic, artistic, overwrought and nonsensical by turns. Is it Post Post Punk ? I haven't the foggiest It's still Rock & Roll to me
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