I bought a copy of ' The Glasgow School' by Orange Juice. It's a compilation of all their early material and is quite wonderful, a timely reminder of the almost perfect nature of OJ's pop music. Punk, Velvet Underground, Soul, Country, it's all there, packed into the band's slightly arch, often whimsical, always humorous song-writing.
I saw Orange Juice half a dozen times or so in the early days, they were perfection, this album is lovely! Here's a review of the album from The Guardian.
Burn yr Keane, toss out Coldplay, fall in love again with glorious, life-affirming POP!
I'm off to Somerset for two weeks. May not have easy access to a computer, this is almost certainly a good thing. I spend too much time messing about on computers, my body starts hurting, this is not a good thing.
Bye for now!
Bye for now!
I love this 'Detonating the Mind Bomb - Punk Rock Vedanta' article, found over at Key23. Wish I'd seen something like that when I was a 17 year old punk-anarchist rebel...what a lot of time and trouble that would have saved! Sheesh!!
Last night, on the way home from Angel, I stopped to look at what is now the King's Cross memorial garden. I looked at the flowers, at the posters and flags with messages ('Londons Portuguese are not afraid'). I watched people slowly walking through the garden, watched them line-up to sign their names in the condolences book outside Boots.
And I was struck, stuck by the basic goodness of people, the basic warmth and heart of people. The insight went deep and I felt warm and sad and loved all these people and loved London, again and again and again.
And I was struck, stuck by the basic goodness of people, the basic warmth and heart of people. The insight went deep and I felt warm and sad and loved all these people and loved London, again and again and again.
Hmmm, what to do? Meditate for twenty minutes in a hot room or sit out in the garden and enjoy the evening with Mr Stella Artois?
Ah...easy answer!
Ah...easy answer!
I read the first ten pages of Eckhart Tolle's 'The Power of Now'. It was ok but I had to put it down after a while, I really couldn't deal with the faint aroma of the new age that drifted out from between the pages. Non-dual lite, you could call it, aw, I'm being a bit mean...but that's what I got from the book.
Nisargadatta, Nisargadatta, Nisargadatta, he ate the new age for breakfast.
Nisargadatta, Nisargadatta, Nisargadatta, he ate the new age for breakfast.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)