WATER PLAYLIST

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WET PLAYLIST

  1. Still Water – The Four Tops
  2. Horse To Water – Rem
  3. Bridge Over Troubled Water – Johnny Cash
  4. Moon In Water – Underworld
  5. Waterbaby – Sneaker Pimps
  6. Diggin A Watery Grave – Morcheeba
  7. Waterfront – Simple Minds
  8. Two Rocks & A Cup of Water – Massive Attack
  9. Taking In Water – Jessie Ware
  10. The Same Deep Water As You – The Cure
  11. Water – The Sugarcubes
  12. Water With The Wine – Joan Armatrading
  13. Cool Water – Talking Heads
  14. Still Waters – Thompson Twins
  15. Under the water – Brother Brown
  16. Looking For Water – David Bowie
  17. Them Waters – Ghostpoet
  18. Silver Waterfalls – Siouxsie & The Banshees
  19. Waterfall – Stone Roses

Water Water everywhere and not a drop to drink!

Pity Poor Robinson…

Dale

#grabsixbooks

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SAW THIS HASHTAG DOING THE ROUNDS ON TWITTER, SO I JOINED IN. JUST GRABBED SIX BOOKS OFF MY BOOKSHELF.

  1. TATTOO – EARL THOMPSON
  2. BEELZEBUB’S TALES TO HIS GRANDSON – GI GURDJIEFF
  3. CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER – JAMES HOGG
  4. THE BLACK GODDESS – PETER REDGROVE
  5. THE STEEP APPROACH TO CARBADALE – IAIN BANKS
  6. GYPSY BALLADS – FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA

THREE NOVELS, TWO BOOKS ON ESOTERIC KNOWLEDGE AND A BOOK OF POETRY, KIND OF ENCAPSULATES MY BOOK COLLECTION.

DALE M

FEAR PLAYLIST

SCREAM

FEAR PLAYLIST

  1. FEAR (OF THE UNKNOWN) – SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES
  2. PARTY FEARS TWO – THE ASSOCIATES
  3. FEARS OF GUN – THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
  4. THERE GOES THE FEAR – DOVES
  5. FEAR OF FLYING – ECHOBELLY
  6. LIFE IS A FEAR – THE EDITORS
  7. FEAR OF LONDON – KELLI ALI
  8. FEAR NO MORE – LONELADY
  9. FEAR AND LOVE – MORCHEEBA
  10. THE FEAR – ROYKSOPP
  11. THIS FEAR OF GODS – SIMPLE MINDS
  12. FEAR THE FUTURE – ST.VINCENT
  13. IM AFRAID – THE BLUE ROOM
  14. I’M AFRAID OF AMERICANS – DAVID BOWIE
  15. AFRAID OF EVERYONE – THE NATIONAL
  16. DONT BE AFRAID OF LOVE – OTIS REDDING
  17. WALK UNAFRAID  FIRST AID KIT
  18. AFRAID OF NOTHING – SHARON VAN ETTEN
  19. BABY I’M AFRAID – YEAH YEAH YEAHS
  20. WALK UNAFRAID – REM

CHOOSE LOVE AND FAITH OVER FEAR.

DALE M

BURN PLAYLIST

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BURN PLAYLIST

  1. LOW BURN – UNDERWORLD
  2. BOOKS ARE BURNING – XTC
  3. BURN OUT — WIDOWSPEAK
  4. CRASH AND BURN – TRANSPLANTS
  5. BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE – TALKING HEADS
  6. BURNING UP TIME – STRANGLERS
  7. BURN UP – SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES
  8. BABYLONS BURNING – THE RUTS
  9. BOTH ENDS BURNING – ROXY MUSIC
  10. YOU BURN ME UP IM A CIGARETTE = ROBERT FRIPP
  11. SLOWBURN – PETER GABRIEL
  12. COMMON BURN – MAZZY STAR
  13. BURNING BRIGHT – MAYA JANE COLES
  14. BURNING BRIDGE – KATE BUSH
  15. BURNING SKIES – THE JAM
  16. BURN FOR YOU – INXS
  17. SLOW BURN – DAVID BOWIE
  18. BURNING SAGE – COLD CAVE
  19. BURNIN AND LOOTIN – BOB MARLEY & THE WAILERS
  20. BURNING TOUCH OF LOVE – BILLY BUTLER

LET TRUTH BURN YOUR PATH THROUGH ALL OF THIS NONSENSE.

DALE M

SUN PLAYLIST

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SUN PLAYLIST

Always The Sun – The Stranglers

Around The Sun – REM

Black Hole Sun – Soundgarden

Black Sun – Siouxsie & The Banshees

Bohemian Sunset – Jazzanova

Born Into sunset – Temples

Catch The Sun – The Doves

Celebrate – Empires Of the Sun

Children Of The Sun – Dead Can dance

Dark Sunglasses – Chrissie Hynde

Day of The Sunflowers – Basement Jaxx with Yoko Ono

Distant Sun – Crowded House

Don’t Let the Sun catch You Crying – Gerry & The Pacemakers

Don’t Look Back Into the Sun – The Libertines

Get in The Sun – Joan Armatrading

Girl With The Sun In Her Head – Orbital

Good Day Sunshine – The Beatles

Holiday In the Sun – Sex Pistols

Ice Cream Sundae – The Twang

Invisible Sun – The Police

Life After Sundown – Glass Candy

Melting In The Sun – INXS

Paper Sun – Traffic

Saturday Sun – Nick Drake


YET THE SUN STILL LABOURS ACROSS THE SKIES.

DALE ‘M’

CAFE DU NORD – THE SPECTATOR part 1

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CAFE DU NORD

I  am an English man, I’m not of these parts. This cafe I happened upon when I first alighted the train from Calais. It spoke to me… it said these are the people for a person to watch. It is what I am, a watcher not a joiner. I fetishise the downbeat, turn the mundane into the intriguing. This cafe exhorts my pretensions. For in every corner, groups conspire. Obviously at first sight these animated parties meant nothing to me… My French was rusty and rudimentary at best, and these people high on absinthe, spoke fast, in short staccato bursts, like the rattle of a machine gun, in conspiratorial tones which were not designed to carry beyond the booth they sat in.

The groups, though  nominally convivial with each other, jealously guarded the group they belonged to, artists sat with artists, anarchists with anarchists, and the dark grey men sat alone… listening. Only the whores had carte blanche, they were able to roam from group to group, selling a smile for a glass. They did not trouble the grey men. They had no budget for largesse. I sat on a stool by the bar and whispered conspiratorially with the barmaid, who spoke limited English, she knew slang and swear words, which she had learnt from decadent Irish writers who once frequented the bar, but had since moved their court down to Montmartre. Her limited English made me laugh out-loud.

This was my undoing. Although naturally a watcher, my laugh was, to my chagrin, very loud. This drew dark looks from all the ensemble, anarchist plotters felt I was belittling their plans for world domination; the artists felt I was laughing at their earnest proselytising of their vision of art in the 20th century; and the grey men looked around in fear that their machinations of subterfuge had been found out.

To be despised by all of the clubs embroiled in this small cafe, gave me some eminence. I had become the de-facto arbitrator of all disputes. Over time the language which ha excluded me slowly came into focus. The mist of half remembered words and phrases slowly danced into a syncopation with my mother tongue. Words which had been translated now arrived in my mind as a subset of received words in their own tongue, and I became fluent in rebuttals. Where once unknown and mysterious sobriquets had been thrown blindly at me, to which I would just smile, I now would bat back with filthy immodesty. My use of French slang and swearwords, would make even the whores scuttle around smirking behind their handkerchiefs.

And it was thus that I was taken in by the artists. They above all the others enjoyed my vulgarity immensely. Of course, this was an act, nominally a member of the aristocracy, I was considered a gentleman in my own country… which is probably why I had left. I hated the idea of a ruling elite. My political bent was closer to the Anarchists than to the English elite, but back home that would never be tolerated.

So, I had managed to recreate myself here in the Cafe du Nord. I was a bohemian character. I was sucked in to the orbit of the artists… It was fun to be around them. They were as catty as old queens and as two-faced as gossiping neighbours.


ok that’s the set-up… the story will commence in the next episode.

Dale M

MOON PLAYLIST

 

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moon playlist

  1. Before The Moon Falls – The Fall
  2. The Blood moon – Blue Foundation
  3. Blue Moon – Moby
  4. Blue Moon Rising – Gomez
  5. Boy In The Moon – Julia Holter
  6. Dark Side Of The Moon – Pink Floyd
  7. Full Moon, Empty Heart – Belly
  8. Lazy Moon – Groove Armada
  9. Light Of The Moon – The Pretenders
  10. Man In The Moon – The Orb
  11. Marquee Moon – Television
  12. Moon – Eraas
  13. Moon Fever – Air
  14. Moon Dust – Cherry Glazerr
  15. Moon In The Water – Underworld
  16. Moonage Daydream – David Bowie
  17. Moon Rocks – Talking Heads
  18. Moonbeam Monkey – Tanya Donelly
  19. Moonlight Drive – The Doors
  20. Pink Moon – Nick Drake
  21. Red Hot Moon – Rancid
  22. Sickle Moon – Xmal Deutschland
  23. Sun And The Moon – Clinic

 

In Memory of an orange Moon which warned me of the future…

but I didn’t listen.

Dale ‘M’

STUDENTSHIP 30 YEARS ON

Keele-Uni

After my graduation in 1991, my sociology faculty offered me a studentship to do my phd, I was offered a bursary of £10k a year with only ten hours teaching a week. I really wanted to do it! I had a really interesting area of research, which had never been considered before, which I can’t really explain here, because sociological research is full of jargon and complicated to comprehend at the best of times… suffice to say if it had been valid it would have turned the would of social studies on its head.

My faculty considered me the most promising student of my year and my theory boggled their minds. At the time I was married with two young children so felt I had to discuss this offer with my now ex-wife. She was adamant that I should leave uni and get a proper job. Her arguments were valid, I had been studying for five years and we had lived off a grant in all those years. She argued that £10,000 was not enough to live on.

I thought hard about this. I really wanted to do my Phd, but I thought that she also made a valid argument. I thought that I could go and earn a decent wage with my new degree enhancing my job opportunities, and then go back to uni at a later stage. Wrong on both counts. I turned down the studentship and then spent a frustrating time trying to get a job. Far from enhancing my job opportunities my degree pushed me further back down the queue for decent jobs! I wrote hundreds of job applications and only got two interviews. One at the co-op looking to enter in at middle management level, I blew the interview! The other was as admin assistant for the ministry of Agriculture on a six month temporary contract, on a derisory wage half of the amount I would have received on my studentship. Not only was I not doing anything worthwhile, but I was underling to an obnoxious 19 year old girl who had no further education and no common sense.

I had gone from being at the cutting edge of my area of study, to being an office lackey, filing, answering phones and generally wasting my time.

I didn’t last long.

I think now about where I would have been if Id taken the other fork in the road? Would I have had ten years with my beloved? Would I have remained with my ex-wife for thirty years? Would I have been as devoted a father as I have been? who knows.

In all probability I would have ended up in a tryst with an under-graduate…I would probably have been carpetted by the university… It was in my nature. The aesthetic of pure study appeals to me, but would I have grown weary of it? Who knows, I soon grew weary of being a merchandiser and a courier… but I stuck both of them for fifteen years.

So is there a moral? Yes. Do what you want not what you feel is right, it’s your life and doing something you hate is soul destroying.

Dale M