“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

man

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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“This is no time for confessing”…

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Stood upon high…
Hypnotizing the crowd…
Fucking the music…
Playing it loud…
A travelling goddess…
Cool majestic queen…
Synchronised movements…
Forcing a scream…

A lady, no saint…
Assuming control…
The relentless beat…
Soothing the soul…
Strong willed woman…
Is she a witch…
Dark and mysterious…
In any language…

Sexual tension…
Circles the hall…
She owns the stage…
Spellbinding them all…
Words are honest…
Leaving their mark…
Infecting the ears…
Punching the stomach…

The guitar in hand…
Is weapon of choice…
Whilst mesmerizing…
With her haunting voice…
And penetrating stare…
Surveying the faces…
Gathered at her feet…
From far flung places…

Descending into them…
At one with it all…
Lost in the music…
They break her fall…
Regaining the high ground…
Loved by the crowd…
She’s fucking electric…
An angel fallen from clouds…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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“The band in Heaven, plays my favorite song”…

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Travelling home to see them…
She was away too long at school…
The motorway is dark and empty…
But she needs to stop for fuel…

The service station lights flicker…
Like in some old horror movie…
Her heart starts beating faster…
She’s sure something’s moving…

Saw it in the corner of her eye…
As the wind starts to howl…
And as the fear begins to rise…
She hears the witch’s owl…

It’s so cold and it’s so eerie…
As the rain is lashing down…
Her legs begin to feel heavy…
This queen has lost her crown…

Her fragile confidence is shot…
And her world begins to spin…
What the fuck just happened…
Did something break her skin…

She turns but sees nobody…
Yet her stomach feels so sick…
As her eyes fill with water…
Her head feels like it’s been hit…

She vomits as she is falling…
Down to the cold wet ground…
Drifting out of consciousness…
She vaguely hears a sound…

Her vision is warped and blurred…
But thinks she sees someone…
  Reaching out her shaking hand…
For help where there is none…

Quietly stood above her smugly…
Knows she can’t put up a fight…
He picks up her slender body…
His eyes filled with sheer delight…

He takes her to his vehicle…
Gently lays her in the back…
Ties and binds her body…
Before covering her with a sack…

Drives away from the scene…
As if nothing had occurred…
He knows what fate awaits her…
To death she’s being chauffeured…

She was travelling home to see them…
She’d been away so very long…
Never again will she see her family…
And in Heaven she’ll soon belong…

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“There’s no room for emptiness, on a never empty street”…

David Byrne and St Vincent – Symphony Hall Birmingham

So, it felt like I have had to wait forever between gigs. Last time out really was the trip to Hardrock calling in June, so this much anticipated jaunt to Birmingham didn’t come a day too soon. In glorious sunshine, the trip down was pretty uneventful, until I reached the outskirts of the city that is.

It was then that the much talked about tunnel closures in Birmingham city centre began to kick in. Long tail backs and very slow moving traffic prompted a detour from my route. Always exciting when trying to follow the woeful iphone map ap. Not!

I must have done a full circuit of the city before getting close to the hotel and even then it was more luck than judgement! Upon arrival, I just wanted a shower, however the refurb of the hotel meant that the water was off until around 7pm and it seemed easier to dump my stuff and check out the venue.

That was a twofold mission which included trying to get Mr Byrne to sign his page in my “It is as it is” book. There was already a few diehards outside the back of the venue – they had been there a whilst and confirmed Byrne was inside, but so far had not fulfilled a promise to come out to sign.

I chanced my arm round the front of the venue and was pleasantly surprised to see how open the whole thing was. It didn’t take long to figure out where the production team was and after a quick chat with a girl at the door, my book was whisked inside and came back duly signed by the man himself.

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Sadly, I didn’t get to meet him, but one out two isn’t bad. The diehards were still waiting when I wandered back around and I did try to steer them towards the other end, but at that point, they wanted to stay put. So I wandered back to the hotel to dump the book and came back to kill time.

By the time my mate had arrived for a catch up, I had begun chatting to two lovely ladies from Manchester, who told me about their wonderful tour bus tales. I love meeting diehards and hearing their tales – different singer or band each time, but the sentiment is the same – love of the artist and the music – it was like talking to Finn Frenz.

This was my first visit to the Symphony Hall and I was struck by how grand it was inside. A world away from some of the venues I have visited on this Forty for Forty quest so far. My seat was side of stage and pretty high up, but it felt like it was a private box with no one in front or behind me.

It took a whilst for it to fill up and the patient audience was treated to the mood setting sounds of a rainforest storm before Byrne’s voice asked the audience not to over use cameras and ipads etc. Both he and St Vincent (Annie Clark) took to the stage to great applause – as you would expect for Byrne, there was lots of love in the room.

At this point, I have to say, wasn’t sure what to expect. I know of Byrne’s music but have never seen him live. I had heard little, if anything of St Vincent. I fully expected a David Byrne show. I didn’t expect an 8 piece brass band and St Vincent to not only play a full part in the night, but to shine like a beacon. (apologies to S.H.1.T / Different…)

Anyway, you will no doubt find real reviews of the show online, but it was clever, arty, full of surprises and a real treat to witness. Launching straight into a cracking track called “Who”, the pair were clearly at ease with each other and the chemistry they had between them was undeniable.

A mixture of new and old tunes were complimented by coordinated semi “dance” routines as the pair took turns in taking the lead on vocals. St Vincent dominated on electric guitar, whilst Byrne alternated with acoustic and electric.

I am not overly keen on brass bands – they tend to lend a sombre touch to proceedings, however in this setting it really worked. There was scant banter between crowd and artists, but the goings on up on the stage kept the polite audience enthralled.

However, it wasn’t until the encore that the audience got up on its feet and that helped the gig notch up a gear. “Burning down the house” proving to be the Talking Heads highlight of a very good night.  That was almost surpassed in the second encore when a couple in fancy dress (rabbit and a crocodile) were invited up on stage to dance for the final song “Road to Nowhere”.

One other cheeky member of the audience managed to sneak on stage too, but was grabbed by security after managing one lap with everyone else. It was a fitting end to the night and one that went far too fast.

I arrived a fan of David Byrne and left with a reinforced admiration of the man and his work. I also left a tad bit in love with St Vincent and totally captivated by both her beauty and talent. Typical man I hear you cry, but what can I say – I’m a sucker for hot guitar playing bottle blond girls !

After the show, I even bumped into a good Frenz! I normally only ever see her at Neil Finn / Crowded House shows, so it was such a lovely surprise and perfect ending to a great night. She had flown over to see both shows (London the night before).

So another memorable night on the Forty for Forty quest is ticked off the list. Next up is a local gig to see Justin Currie from Del Amitri and that will be young Ollie’s first gig outing this year. He is very excited and I will also be on a mission for Currie to sign his page in the “It is as it is” book too!

Anyway, I leave this ramble with a flavour of the night – audience recordings are brilliant – especially when something unexpected happens half way – good on the recorder for keeping going – this is “Optimist” from the CD “Love This Giant”

Enjoy

“We may lose and we may win”…

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So, in the midst of a busy week that has thrown up more questions than answers on a personal matter, this blog was nominated for an award. Nominated twice actually, which really made me smile and was quite humbling.

It is not the first time; you may remember that previously, the lovely Nina from http://wordsthatflowlikewater.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/inspiring-the-very-inspiring-blogger-award/  Nominated this blog for the “Very Inspiring Blog” award – which was really nice of her.

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This achievement has now been followed up by both Richard from http://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ and Christine from http://crissyb315.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ nominating this blog for the “Versatile blogger award”.  Which again, is really nice and I am truly humbled.

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Both these awards come with things that need to be done and I have to admit, I am pretty poor at these – however, the fact that these awards come from wordpress peers does mean a lot and whilst I have little of interest about myself to do any sort of list, I do feel the need to spread the word of others blogs.

The below are 10 blogs that I read and follow – and I would encourage you to try them out for size – these are just a snapshot as I follow a huge amount – so if your blog isn’t below, it is not reflection on you – more an opportunity.

Please leave a comment and let people know where they can find you – this could be an opportunity for all of us to build up our wordpress base? Not sure if this will even work, but don’t be shy – we all want to be read – even if we do not think what we produce is worth reading!

So, here is a snapshot in addition to the 3 above and in no order:

http://stevehi312.wordpress.com/

http://helenvalentina.com/

http://shakeyourtailfeathers.wordpress.com/

http://busymindthinking.com/

http://kwicksand.wordpress.com/

http://apurvakj.wordpress.com/

http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/

http://thedrugstorenotebook.co/

http://randomblurting.wordpress.com

https://morganlefaysblog.wordpress.com/

So, a song to leave this ramble – I watched an Eagles documentary last night and really enjoyed it, so have a few tunes floating round in my head – this one is a message for the weekend – “Take it easy” – no more words needed – well, unless you wish to comment!

Enjoy

“Who get lost when the Sun goes down”…

Forty for Forty…

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So, a quick update. It seems an age since HardRock Calling and my last gig. A planned trip to theatre land didn’t pan out at the weekend, so it meant my total remained frozen. So far I have attended 16, with 7 pre: booked.

This gives me a 23 for the year and way short of the required 40. However, the exciting news is that I have added another date to the list. The super cool David Byrne is playing only 2 shows in the UK – London and Birmingham.

So I am sneaking to Birmingham to see him play the Symphony Hall, which is a venue I have always wanted to attend, but never been. It certainly has to be more glamorous than the last place I went to a gig in this city – namely the Glee Club.

As my 40th hits in September (25th for those wanting to join my celebrations!) then there is clearly no chance of hitting the required 40 events this year. So it is with much regret and a heavy heart that I am going to have to…. Extend this into 2014 !

Yes, I have the green light to keep on gigging and with much arm twisting, I have accepted the challenge. So, this quest has to be complete before I am 41. This now takes off a lot of pressure, because it means I don’t have to book gigs just for the sake of it.

So, upcoming are David Byrne, the amazing Justin Currie. The super young and handsome Tom Odell. Then I go on a comedy binge, with the astounding Nina Conti  before Phil Jupitus and Jimmy Carr are unleashed on me.

The jewel in the crown remains my solo trip to see Nick Cave in London and words can’t explain just how much I am looking forward to that. The last of my currently booked is the little known Kurt Vile and have decided to do that one cold and not research.

However, one I do not need to research is David Byrne. If I am this cool in my 60’s, I will be one very happy man and with the added bonus of the sultry St Vincent with him, what more could a Yorkshire man want for the evening.

Oh, one final thing in response to a couple of lovely emails. (you can email me at jamieblog2013@hotmail.co.uk anytime about anything) – but please read the “what’s it all about” page with regard to the poetry on here. My words and the songs connect. That connection is mine. Any interpretation is yours.

Right, update over; Leave you with the aforementioned Byrne and St Vincent and “Who”.

Enjoy