Ramblings.................
(sorry)
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(to be read in a Brooklyn accent)
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where them birdies is?
Why, the birds is on the wing.
But that's absurd
I thought the wing was on the bird.
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Started watching All Night Long again last night, just because we got fed up trying to search Netflix for anything decent and started arguing about how to search for anything decent so to prevent that going on all night long we decided to watch it again...
...worth seeing if only for when Richard Attenborough opens the door to his swish warehouse mega-pad and it's Dave Brubeck! He just turned up to play at the party, you know? It starts as Dickie walks in and there's Charles Mingus, on his own, on the stage, with his bass. Casual. It's no big deal, having Mingus as an entertainer at your party. Imagine it. Brit players such as Tubby Hayes and Johnny Dankworth arrive later. As a film, it's not great, but as a fantasy Jazz party in London circa '62, hosted by a rich chap, it's very entertaining.
Waiting for this to arrive...
...poor postman. It should keep me occupied for a while. I might delay opening it and just stare at the box for an hour or so. Well, you have to treat yourself now and again, don't you? Besides, I'm doing a lot of overtime at the office and Work must be related to pleasure, surely? I'm lucky in that respect. I don't work just to pay the bills. We live under a hedge in Camden, so pay no rent, and live on what the local Sainsbury's throws out. Come to think of it, the box these records will arrive in will come in handy as shelter from the wind.
(what am I talking about?)
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With the general election coming up here in the UK the country's gripped by democracy fever as we all await our chance to vote for the party we totally believe in rather than registering a protest for lunatics who don't stand a chance of gaining power never mind knowing what to do with it. Great, isn't it? I'm old enough to remember when you were Left or Right and so were the parties. The choice was clear. Today no-one knows what the hell they think, apart from 'I don't know and don't trust any of them'. People moan about there being little difference between Labour and the Tories, but if there were, i.e., one was really Right and the other Left in the old sense, they'd moan about that too, probably. Socialism scares the hell out of everyone except that minority still clinging to dreams they had in the 70s/80s. When New Labour sold Socialism down the Thames they helped convince people that...what? We're all middle-class now? Home-owning, sensible, moderate blah, blah. If Pierre Henry's name was on the card I'd put my cross beside it. I'm not sure what his economic policies are...perhaps like mine, they're a little reckless....
TTFN
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