Well its been quite a year though not a 'groundhog' one I want to repeat because the speedbumps have been more like mountains, at times. Still, I guess life can only get quieter and where would that take us. As I write this in preparation for the beginning of my being 65, votes from another general election are being counted. I am not holding out great hope for my team - unashamed socialism in the mainline! My neighbour just over the fence (Caroline Lucas) should get in, and I hope so. And if we can bookend Brighton Pavilion with Labour each side of her, in Kemp Town and Hove, then we will be doing okay. But there is a lot about voting that I don't understand - like how can any reasonable person swallow the lies. But I guess we do. People lie to us all the time, the lad in Spec Savers lied to me (new hearing aid not glasses) just because it was easier and we accept with a tolerant nod because its what people do. Now this isn't a theme I am riffing on, or will be chasing this coming year which I will be recording here, though it might become one.
They lie those that say I lost the moon,
those that prophesised my fate of sand,
they assert so many things with cold tongues:
they wish to ban the flower of the universe.
Pablo Neruda knew a thing or two, 'and look what they did to him, I'm not ready for that parade...' (which is a line from a new song I've written). So anyway, here I am at the end of my 65th year and starting out on number 66 which I will begin recording here. This video was of a good event, a high point, we launched The Briar Band's first record.
It was a lovely thing to do and here's my song Soul for Sale. Playing music is such a lovely thing to do - long may that continue because as I write news os a landslide is just filtering in. See you around, I hope. 2020 is just around the corner and there is symmetry to that if nothing else. I wonder what the poor will do now? I have written a new song, 'No room at the inn' - its going to be a long decade - sigh.
