Saturday, March 31, 2018


Driving into work the other morning with 'Village of the Sun' playing & humming & drumming along  & thinking there really isn't anything or anyone to touch Zappa when he is in this kind of form when ... what do I discover but ... a 7CD box set of the Roxy residence had been releazed ... releazed? ... released.

Could I justify it? No.

& so, of course, I bought it. 

At the time of writing I haven't listened any further that Disc One, Track Two - Cosmik Debris - but that alone is justification enough. Highly essential. Trust me. 

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Still wearing in fifty-four. It feels OK ...

Here are three more additions to the current Ear Food ...



these two featuring the utterly wonderful Patricia I-always-need-to-check-the-spelling- Kopatchinskaja



... to be honest ... not as good as I'd hoped ... but the last three tracks (Eat That Question, Peaches en Regalia & Uncle Meat) are pretty spiffy. To my mind & ears the drums are too up front in the mix.

Monday, February 05, 2018

bottled over the yes but only 
cold of anyhow cracking 
beneath assumptions

                       you’re crumbling mountains
dear friend, 
                      & the rain drops ache with forbidden words

                       poetry will always adore you 

Sunday, February 04, 2018

Began my 54th year with a quick jog followed by a swim. Glorious sunny morning with snow like a mild case of dandruff.

The Wales win yesterday counted as an early birthday present. Sadly Italy didn’t cause the upset I was hoping for against England.

Rumours afoot that a ‘dream team’ is being formed to depose May - Boris plus Gove & the Rees-Mogg. Just imagine ...

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Monday, January 29, 2018

And he showed me more, a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, on the palm of my hand, round like a ball. I looked at it thoughtfully and wondered, ‘What is this?’ And the answer came, ‘It is all that is made.’ (Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, 5)

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Sunday Breakfast on Radio 3 with Elizabeth Alker.

Startling, but gratifying nonetheless, to hear a micro tribute to Mark E. Smith.

The predictable phrase “he will be sorely missed” does, though, strike a false note. Were he listening (who knows what the dead get up to?) I can imagine the guffaw.

“Another fookin pint, Gabriel, and switch that bollocks off.”


Saturday, January 27, 2018

Still here