We all have two choices

Be a stiff or move

Be a stranger to your skin

Or get in the groove...

Sunday morning saw blue skies and two more eggs bringing the weekly tally to an Olympian 14. The girls are on fire and I forgave Joni her recent attempt at street theatre, my embarrassment and her almost certain death. After a tasty brunch of muffins crowned with reds and yellows, I moved to my desk with a super strength latte to tinker with the Christmas playlist; substituting tracks and blending the elements to give a smooth and satisfying finish.



The process begins every year with a choice of song to open and close, and then a Rubik cube shuffle to blend sonic colours until the process is finished.

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbLS_gzxXnA

I've got a lover back in Japan
He's got tattoos, he's my Superman

I try to call him up from time to time

We can talk about the weather, "Is the weather fine?"

 

A green icon appearing on my desktop showed N to be online and my heart fluttered like one of the cliff top kestrels I see regularly on my drive to work. An 8 hour time difference separates us, and as a result we generally miss each other, but today luck was on our side. It was wonderful to see his face again and I was reminded of the electricity and connection we had back in March. Why is it that I always seem to fall for men who are seemingly unobtainable? Do I perhaps unconsciously allow my heart to open when I realise these liaisons would struggle to deliver commitment? Or is it simply bad luck? Whatever the case, N is one who I would not hesitate to move in if the opportunity arose. Despite the age difference our wavelengths are entwined like our bodies where when we met, and time effortlessly joyful. N is no MP3, but the full 48 kHz, 24 bit deal. We talked for an hour about life and distance, love and futures and I dreamed of possibilities and tangents ahead before N was compelled to succumb to ‘nature’s soft purse’ and he was gone. If only Skype could allow touch. I decided that an overdraft facility has its use and that I would fly east again next year.  

‘Teardrop’ will always remind me of N and a rainy Asakusa night when worlds collided. It shuffled on the iPod as we made love that night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s

Love, Love is a verb

Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me light
Fearless on my breath

 

Liz Frazer heard that Jeff Buckley had disappeared whilst she was recording Teardrop with Massive Attack. They had been lovers. ‘That was so weird,’ she says. "I'd got letters out and I was thinking about him. That song's kind of about him – that's how it feels to me anyway.’ She is haunted by guilt: for not being there for Buckley, for everything. As she puts it: "I need to forgive myself." (Dave Simpson - The Guardian - 26 November 2009)

We all need to forgive ourselves and others.

Light on stairs - Saturday 13 October 2012

Lest we forget here is Buckley in all his glory with easily the finest interpretation of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.  Listening to the song reminded me of Alasdair W who also loved the song. We lost him this year and I remembered the teardrops of the 14th July 2012.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKnxmkOAj88

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIF4_Sm-rgQ&feature=fvwrel

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

I returned to Christmas and version 7 was duly burnt for appraisal in the car as I journey to work.  It's usually cooked and ready by version 10.

 

 

Sunday afternoon was spent in Horsham again for a repeat of dressing up, tomfoolery and fun had by all. D did not show, but G observed that ‘like a Panda, he eats, shoots and leaves’ which made me laugh out loud. Maybe it was for the best because apparently he's 'straight' but get's lost occasionally. No doubt my seat in hell was dusted and my name highlighted for special punishment. Looking on the bright side, prior to the 1861 repeal of the 1533 Buggery Act I’d have been hung for my fun. Happy days…

Searching on the internet I came across this footage of the Brighton Mark Eitzel show and realised that the last song of the set introduced here as ‘Thank You, We have Two Choices’ is my favourite song from the new record. Enjoy J

http://lyricsjunction.com/lyrics/mark-eitzel/we-all-have-to-find-our-own-way-out/