whoever he is talking to.
Oh shit.
My parents looked worried too. I wonder what they overheard.
Chapter 13
The star to feel envious of at the moment is Abbie Lammas, or should I say ‘the award winning Abbie Lammas’ - fifteen years old, lovely girl, great live, excellent debut album and everyone’s tip for the top. Her acoustic guitar is definitely rockier than mine. The area is full of child prodigies; the sublime (not my word) Holly Taymar is another one.
What I would have given to have been a child prodigy. Not two tosses actually. It’s too much pressure. Imagine writing an amazing album at the age of fifteen and wondering whether you will ever make it to twenty. Anyway, if you happen to come across Abbie’s ‘Heartbroken’ CD, check out ‘Vampire Pain’ and ‘Zombie’ - bit of a theme going there. Then there’s ‘Hold On’ and ‘Give In’ - work that one out.
Talking of Holly Taymar, her ‘Before I Know’ CD is amazing (better word than stunning - I want to be conscious to listen to it, over and over again as it happens). She is a folky with jazzy roots and her melodies and voice are silken sweet. Waxing purple there, Jake.
Whilst I am listing off the people I know, let me give a mention to David Ward Maclean, a warrior of a Scot who decided to invade England, reached York and stopped. Not quite Derby, but there again he didn’t retreat either.
His first album ‘Acts Of Faith’ was like a very classy purgative of life - dark, very dark. His new stuff is just as classy and a lot more fun. You could and should jump up and down to it. The only decent thing to do while listening to ‘Acts Of Faith’ is to hold your head in your hands and groan along with the music. Of the new stuff, ‘Suppertime’ actually gets me dancing; ‘He Loved This Place’ celebrates one of those magic moments when you come across something totally unexpected and get carried away by the experience (it has David at his Van the Man best too); ‘Virginie’ does a tour of France (is Yorkshire no longer enough for you, then, David?); and ‘Anybody’s Dream’ is dedicated to Holly Taymar - how’s that for bringing the conversation round full circle?
Actually, David is a great poet as well as being a great songwriter, a lion of a singer, and sounds like he is backed by the Halle Orchestra even when it is only him and his six-string. Burn baby, burn.
‘Alibi’ by David Ward Maclean
You think you’ve got it all sewn up
Think you’ve nailed me to the wall
Got me on that secret lens
That puts me at the time and place
Is this meant to amuse me?
You sit there and accuse me
When you well know that I was never there.
It wasn’t me, it was another guy
Took my voice and then he stole my face
Did the job and then he let them fall
Left them lying at my old address
Your case is worse than hopeless
This alibi is faultless
We both know that I was never there.
So get me on the ID line
Holding up the number that you said
Just don’t get me turning to the side
I tell you I’ll just disappear
And no use looking for me
You will never find me
You always knew that I was never there…..
* * *
Cathy phoned up tonight to ask if I would help put the children to bed as she is not feeling well, Harry is away and her mum and dad are frightened of the dark (well, frightened of driving in the dark) - even more frightening in the dark, I would say.
“But it isn’t dark.”
“They say it will be by the time they get home again.”
Oh to have the chance to put Josh and Sam to bed in my old home.
Jade said “No problems” which was probably not the smartest of ideas but nothing seems to upset her nowadays. She has herself and her baby inside her and all the rest is a bonus apparently. I think I am going to feel very pushed out when the baby is born. I may have to make appointments, or serve her hand and foot or something.
Cathy wasn’t looking that ill when I arrived,
Oh shit.
My parents looked worried too. I wonder what they overheard.
Chapter 13
The star to feel envious of at the moment is Abbie Lammas, or should I say ‘the award winning Abbie Lammas’ - fifteen years old, lovely girl, great live, excellent debut album and everyone’s tip for the top. Her acoustic guitar is definitely rockier than mine. The area is full of child prodigies; the sublime (not my word) Holly Taymar is another one.
What I would have given to have been a child prodigy. Not two tosses actually. It’s too much pressure. Imagine writing an amazing album at the age of fifteen and wondering whether you will ever make it to twenty. Anyway, if you happen to come across Abbie’s ‘Heartbroken’ CD, check out ‘Vampire Pain’ and ‘Zombie’ - bit of a theme going there. Then there’s ‘Hold On’ and ‘Give In’ - work that one out.
Talking of Holly Taymar, her ‘Before I Know’ CD is amazing (better word than stunning - I want to be conscious to listen to it, over and over again as it happens). She is a folky with jazzy roots and her melodies and voice are silken sweet. Waxing purple there, Jake.
Whilst I am listing off the people I know, let me give a mention to David Ward Maclean, a warrior of a Scot who decided to invade England, reached York and stopped. Not quite Derby, but there again he didn’t retreat either.
His first album ‘Acts Of Faith’ was like a very classy purgative of life - dark, very dark. His new stuff is just as classy and a lot more fun. You could and should jump up and down to it. The only decent thing to do while listening to ‘Acts Of Faith’ is to hold your head in your hands and groan along with the music. Of the new stuff, ‘Suppertime’ actually gets me dancing; ‘He Loved This Place’ celebrates one of those magic moments when you come across something totally unexpected and get carried away by the experience (it has David at his Van the Man best too); ‘Virginie’ does a tour of France (is Yorkshire no longer enough for you, then, David?); and ‘Anybody’s Dream’ is dedicated to Holly Taymar - how’s that for bringing the conversation round full circle?
Actually, David is a great poet as well as being a great songwriter, a lion of a singer, and sounds like he is backed by the Halle Orchestra even when it is only him and his six-string. Burn baby, burn.
‘Alibi’ by David Ward Maclean
You think you’ve got it all sewn up
Think you’ve nailed me to the wall
Got me on that secret lens
That puts me at the time and place
Is this meant to amuse me?
You sit there and accuse me
When you well know that I was never there.
It wasn’t me, it was another guy
Took my voice and then he stole my face
Did the job and then he let them fall
Left them lying at my old address
Your case is worse than hopeless
This alibi is faultless
We both know that I was never there.
So get me on the ID line
Holding up the number that you said
Just don’t get me turning to the side
I tell you I’ll just disappear
And no use looking for me
You will never find me
You always knew that I was never there…..
* * *
Cathy phoned up tonight to ask if I would help put the children to bed as she is not feeling well, Harry is away and her mum and dad are frightened of the dark (well, frightened of driving in the dark) - even more frightening in the dark, I would say.
“But it isn’t dark.”
“They say it will be by the time they get home again.”
Oh to have the chance to put Josh and Sam to bed in my old home.
Jade said “No problems” which was probably not the smartest of ideas but nothing seems to upset her nowadays. She has herself and her baby inside her and all the rest is a bonus apparently. I think I am going to feel very pushed out when the baby is born. I may have to make appointments, or serve her hand and foot or something.
Cathy wasn’t looking that ill when I arrived,
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