No wonder there are so many love songs.
There are so many ways of getting love wrong.
Most celebrate one or more of these.
There’s more mileage in them than in ecstasy,
a much rarer state to which we all aspire,
happy to burn in love’s all cancelling fire ,
shortcomings forgotten, emotions turbo-charged,
our lives in an instant totally enlarged.
These songs are the apex of creativity
even as they approach ineffability.
*what are some of your favourite love songs?
What’s that? Under the driver’s seat?
A silver hammer.
Lol, No, mine.
What for? In case of a car jacking?
No. In case I’m caught. In a flood.
You remember the floods in NSW a few weeks back when a car tried to drive through a flooded road and the car sank, the driver died? You know what happened?
The electronics failed. The driver couldn’t open a door or window to escape. Suffocated. Now if he had a hammer.
Gives a new meaning to the old song, doesn’t it?
‘If I Had a Hammer’.
I gave it an impossible task
but it was my mind
what could it not do?
There was a song
we’re talking way back
I thought the early nineties
an oddball song
with a female lead
and a bouncy backing group.
Can you work it out?
Nor could my mind.
It bugged me all day.
There were some nonsense lyrics
but the song was catchy.
Any idea yet?
Nor had I.
I took a Bex and had a lie down
then the initials KLM came into my head.
Hang on, I said, aren’t they the initials of a Dutch airline?
But I hopped up anyway and keyboarded it into my laptop.
Have you got it yet?
Well, what popped up were the initials KLF.
Now do you know?
Then the name of the female singer came up, then the band then the name of the song,
one of the most oddball songs ever to become a # 1 or 2 all over the world.
Go and check it out on YouTube.
I did and yes I did get up and dance
and I was taken back to MuMu Land with Tammy and the KLF
all over again.
- have you ever undertaken a search like this with so little information?
It had been bugging me for months so I took a clipping down to the Garden Centre.
What’s it called? I asked. What’s its botanical name?
I didn’t much like the sound of it.
So I asked its common name.
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow, the man said.
I very much liked the sound of that.
so I went home and dubbed it with my royal ruler.
Henceforth you shall be known as Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow, I announced with a clipped classy accent.
It sounded like a song.
Like something from ‘Revolver’.
in the morning
not the ones you eat
though they’re pretty good too
but the ones you listen to
the ones from Ireland playing now
over the PA system in the mall
thoze impossible melodies
thoze haunted lines
playing through my blood
such ‘harmonious madness’
hinting at what?
we’ll never know
joy or tragedy?
I go outside.
The day moves slow.
* what piece of music moves you?
I’m staying in with a friend today.
Like me he doesn’t look for other company.
We’ll probably lounge around, watch Netflix, maybe go out the back for a spot of sun if it’s shining then back inside.
Telly, sleep, periodic caffeine hits.
Don’t answer the door if someone knocks.
Maybe check out this post to see if it’s got any likes or comments.
Think about food a little later.
More caffeine so we can stay awake long enough to eat it.
Not enough to bust any moves. No, No, No dancing today.
Oh and more meds to fight off this fucking cold — sorry, buddy —
which as the Kinks say, ‘has really got a hold on me.’
Cue Dave Davies. And The Two Ronnies.
So it’s goodnight from me, and goodnight from him.