“I see her face from time to time, there in the sky above”…

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She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…

She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held her love near…

There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…

She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…

There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…

Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is now rising…
The chances of being found are remote…

Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her body constrained, her mind terrified…
She screams, but she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…

She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…

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“Put away your doubts and fears”…

Fossil Collective – Leeds…

So, for background to this gig, let me rewind and begin at the beginning. It was on a train to London that I conceived the Forty for Forty concept. It was a rough idea at that time and was a great idea, but very impractical!

The original notion of attending forty music gigs was very nice, but never really going to happen due to time and a limited amount of singers / bands I would be able to see – due to tour, location or my taste. It was then watered down somewhat to the form it is now, Forty “events” that encompass music, theatre and comedy.

Now, it was on that train to London that I realised that Ethan Johns was coming to the UK. Johns being a famous producer and who’s work I had been familiar on via the Crowded House album “Time On Earth” – which Johns part produced and also played on a B-Side – the amazing “Lost Island”.

So I decided that I would go and that was to become event number 3 – but I also saw that he was playing Bristol. This is the area where my good Frenz Susie lives and I managed to persuade Suzie that it would be a great idea if she went, experienced Johns and reported back ahead of my gig.

The rest of that can be read here – but the upshot was that I was happy for Susie to suggest a gig and that’s how I ended up back at the Brudenell Social Club in Leeds for my 4th time to see the Fossil Collective. Once again, I decided to not listen to the band ahead of time – I am still not convinced if this is a good thing to do.

It has to be said, I have now warmed to the venue, but at the same time, I will be glad of a break from it – if that makes sense. This time, I was surprised at the make-up of the audience – much changed from my last 3 visits. All much younger, more students and all sat on the floor!

Well, for the Two support acts at least – I am not sure if this is the new thing when it comes to gigs, but it really was a surreal experience at times. The first act was a singer called Thomas Speight –  I know what you’re thinking, I never really take notice of support acts, but I not only got his name, I have just bought his CD.

You see, I like acts with a bit of spark on top of the music and his act had it in buckets. Amazing voice, good songs – worked the crowd well for someone so young too. He was accompanied by a girl and another bloke on a electric guitar and the act worked really well.

The climax was the 3 of them jumping from stage and singing the final song acoustic with no microphones. You could not hear a pin drop as the spell bound audience lapped it up. It was refreshing and amusing at the same time – we will here more from them I am sure. Sadly, the second act was woeful, but I managed to complete a poem whilst he was on, so no waste there.

By the time the Fossil Collective came on, people were on their feet and with this being a home town gig, they got a tremendous welcome. The 5 piece band were really good. Vocally amazing, the band were incredibly tight and songs really grabbed my attention – what more could I ask.

This really wasn’t punishment for subjecting Susie to Ethan Johns at all! The only downside was the crowd. Perhaps it’s just me, but I pay money to hear the band, not groups of youngsters shouting loudly to have conversation. And it wasn’t just my area, it was all over the floor. Partly I think that, as well as the Fossils sing, between songs, there was little to keep the crowd’s attention.

Which of course is a real shame. I would have no hesitation on recommending them – think Fleet Foxes and you wouldn’t be far wrong and the CD it really good. I managed to meet the lead singer after and had a quick chat, before heading off into the night – midnight actually as they did not take the stage till 10pm!

So that was my 10th event, with my next one not till the end of May – Derren Brown in Bradford – There were other gigs in-between, but finances and time is catching up with me. Still a quarter of the way there!

Forty for Forty has also undertaken a slight extension – I will explain more later – in the meantime, this if the Fossil Collective and beautiful “Under my Arrest”.

Enjoy

“I’m fed up of crying, my despair is dying, turning into rage”…

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Sometimes he’s left to question…
Is he alive or is he dead…
Because no one seems to listen…
Or understand a single word he said…

No one seems to notice…
Does anyone even care…
As the anger inside him boils away…
This ignorant world should beware…

Because the rage inside is building…
The colour Red is all he sees…
He’s trembling with pure anger…
He’s going to bring them to their knees…

He will force them all listen…
He’s got a lot to fucking say…
And like a nuclear explosion…
Innocent people may have to pay…

He needs to make a statement…
Knows actions speak louder than words…
He’ll pour petrol on the burning fire…
And kill all the high flying birds…

In his mind he’s always scheming…
How to implement his plan…
In his head it all makes perfect sense…
That’s where this all began…

He has the story written…
Each chapter eased his pain…
His words described the ending…
The battle scarred hero left insane…

It’s going to be his masterpiece…
His legacy on this cold Earth…
That will teach the bastards…
And prove his soul has worth…

But for now he’s left to question…
How the knife got in his hand…
Why blood is pouring from his wrists…
They’ll listen now, but they’ll never understand…

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“He’ll appear out of nowhere, but he ain’t what he seems”…

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With unseen, undead faces…
These ghosts don’t make a sound…
Hidden in dark cold spaces…
Beneath our feet, deep underground…
 
They prefer to inhabit shadows…
Avoiding the day and bright sunlight…
No reflection appears in the windows…
As they prowl and control the night…
 
With a rampant taste for blood…
Stemming from a dark and ancient time…
They somehow survived the great flood…
Never paying for their heinous crimes…
 
Condemned with a never ending curse…
That began with such a sexually charged kiss…
Now it’s an unquenchable thirst…
Their old life they will never miss…
 
They appear seductive and emotional…
As they feed off our human life force…
To their leader they’re devotional…
And show their victims no remorse…
 
The blood has stained their Red right hands…
It’s been that way throughout the years…
These creatures walk across our land…
Killing our hopes, drinking our tears…

But nothing now can stop them…
Not holy water, wooden stake or hells fire…
We may judge and then condemn….
But our souls they will aquire…

With unseen, undead faces…
Silent screams echo all around…
As the fire still brightly blazes…
Hearts burn upon holy ground…

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“Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter”…

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You saw those familiar eyes…

On a passing strangers face…

Reminded you of another time…

Took you back to a loving place…

Back to when you were younger…

And those free and innocent days…

When a mother’s love surrounded you…

Protecting you in so many different ways…

You miss her every single day…

Easy to see it in your eyes…

Nothing could ever begin to replace her…

The memories still make you cry…

Birthdays, Anniversaries and Christmas…

Always hit you so very hard…

You’ve so much more you want to explain…

But it would never fit inside a card…

So much anger, sometimes hate…

And endless questioning why…

Why was she the one taken so soon…

To become the brightest star in your sky…

The house in which you lived in…

Is no longer that welcoming home…

Now it’s just a peaceful memory…

But somedays you feel so alone…

You wonder what she’d have to say…

Or how proud would she actually be…

Of all the things that you’ve achieved…

If she could only be here with you to see…

If only I could beam you up…

And for just one second be…

In her safe arms once again…

Her endless love would set you free…

~

“I would never pull the trigger, but I’ve cried wolf a thousand times”…

Pink – Manchester…

I have written before about the reasons for lack of female music on my ramblings – you can read that here if you want  – so I won’t go over old ground, but suffice to say, there are enough Pink songs that enticed me to do this gig.

From small Leeds venue and Edwyn, to the MEN arena – that pretty much sums up how this Forty for Forty quest is going. Although, I was not really expecting anything unexpected with this one. Other than a strong wind, the drive over the M62 was easy, I half expected to be stuck in rush hour traffic, but that never transpired.

So parked up and fed, the arena beckoned. It’s a bit dated now, especially if compared with others I have been to. The outside has more of a large factory look, whilst the inside it full of bare concrete walls and little in the way of trimmings.

My vantage point was a but disconcerting at first, given that it was slightly behind the stage on the side. This gave the weird view of almost seeing the arena from how the artist sees it from stage. Not the worst, but I have certainly had better.

Now, I have mentioned about the unpredictability of my quest thus far, but even given what has gone before, I have to say that something happened that I have never, ever seen before at a gig. Let me explain – The stage was set up for the support act, but for whatever reason, there was an element of secrecy about it.

To this end, they draped a curtain around most of the stage and as the lights went down, the anticipation in the near packed arena grew. Sadly, that was to be as good as it got, because as the curtain was quickly taken up, the support acts drum kit went flying into the air.

One can only assume that the foot of the drum kit was accidentaly positioned over the bottom of the curtain. Every part of the drum kit flew to every part of the stage – a huge anticlimax for some, most amusing for me.

It took the road crew nearly 15 minutes to get the parts back together, tested and ready for the band, who then took the stage. Within the first few bars of the first song, it was clear that they were both out of their depth and of no interest to me – imagine One Direction high on Coca Cola and with musical instruments – terrible.

The fact they had got off the stage was the best part about them and we then waited patiently for the road crew to set the stage up for Pink. By now, the sell out crowd was in and buzzing – so much excitement in the room for Pink it was untrue. As a warm-up, she sent out a clown type character, who kept the crowd entertained with his antics – he was also to become a part of the show – a narrator if you will.

I had heard about her entrances on previous tours and was intrigued as to what she would do this time – she didn’t disappoint. As two men were hung upside down and over the stage on some dominatrix contraption, Pink was fired from under the stage, through a hole and into the air at speed. The men caught her and she proceeded to sing the first song in various mid air positions – most impressive.

As was her voice, the energy and the spectacular nature of the show – you couldn’t fail to get swept away with it and her. I have bemoaned the lack of charisma by previous singers I have seen, but she has it in bucket loads, and attitude as well – it made for a really good show.

The set list was dominated by her Truth about Love cd, but there were plenty of old stuff in there too, “Just like a pill”, “Trouble”, “Who Knew” and “So What” all featured, as did a very unexpected cover of Chris Isaaks “Wicked Game”. Added to her acrobatics, you just could not take your eyes off the girl.

Around midway through the show, Pink headed to the back of the stage and as she was climbing the stairs, she glanced over to where I was sat. I instinctively waved, not thinking too much about is and would you believe, she smiled and waved back – it was a moment – and even if she was waving at anyone else, I am claiming it!

She was on for nearly 2 hours and just when you thought that you had seen it all, her encounter iced the cake. Pink was in a harness and then flung around the arena as she sang her last track to each corner of the arena – it really looked as if she was flying – a really magical moment on a really magical night.

My only regret would be that I did not see her when she was at her wildest! So another show is ticked off the list, with a possible 2 shows this week, James in Leeds if I can get a ticket, followed by the unknown to me Fossil Collective that my Frenz Suzie challenged me to see- it’s only right and fair given I made her sit through Ethan Johns!

As you might have guessed, tonights music comes from Pink, this one is “It’s all your fault” – a very underrated song with powerful lyrics.

Enjoy..

“Lying in the dark, I think that I’m beginning to know her”…

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With the wind in her hair…
And passion in her eyes…
Shes the type to dare…
Keeps her fears disguised…
Adventure owns her soul…
Has a carefree view on life…
She’s always in control…
Walks the blade, avoids the knife…

She’s enchanted many men…
They all fall at her feet…
Entrapping them all over again…
Each and every time they meet…
But inside she is so empty…
No love can be enjoyed…
The sum of all her history…
The emotion she’s tried hard to avoid…

She prefered to be a Magpie…
Claiming all that’s Gold…
As time has slowly passed her by…
It’s left her heart so cold…
So she keeps on moving…
Eyes focused dead ahead…
She needs to keep on proving…
That her way works instead…

But she can’t bare to be reminded…
Of the one that came so close…
The Golden one she blinded…
The man with the Yellow rose…
He was her wind, played with her hair…
Put the passion into her eyes…
Now she no longer feels or cares…
That day her heart just died…

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