HAPPY Solstice!!! May the long time sun shine upon you!

HAPPY Solstice!!!

May you find strength from the power of the sun and light!

May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you,

and the pure light within you, guide your way on.

Merry Solstice – Good Day Sunshine!!

Today is the longest day – the Summer Solstice!!!

I wish you all a happy day! I feel good in a special way!

“Good Day Sunshine”

Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine

I need to laugh and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
I feel good in a special way
I’m in love and it’s a sunny day

Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine

We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground

Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine

Then we’d lie beneath the shady tree
I love her and she’s loving me
She feels good, she knows she’s looking fine
I’m so proud to know that she is mine.

Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine
Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine
Good day sunshine, good day sunshine, good day sunshine
Good day…

Home Truths

He’s right about selfishness, greed and apathy but perhaps he should add stupidity, ignorance and nastiness to the list!

A Snapshot of Summer – by Linda Bridges

I thought this great poem written by Linda Bridges was highly pertinent for today!  Thanks Linda
A Snapshot of Summer

Now is the Summer of our discontent

When all around seems discord
and vain glory.

Six male ‘frogs’ sit on high
chairs giving vent,

Yet reining in their own true/false
stories.

One flings off tie when seeing
he may lose,

Reclaiming ancestry with Steptoe’s
yard,

The shining one with hair
awry does choose

To parry questions seemingly
too hard.

They say he’s biding time
to make his mark

On voters waiting, pondering
in the shires.

He dodges from the light back
to the dark,

Escaping scrutiny, then lighting
fires.

As in our homes we sit and
wait for fate

To cast the die and try hard
not to hate.

LB – June 18th/19th 2019

The simple solution to mass immigration.

England, like many developed countries, has too large a population. It also has a very high standard of living compared to most of the world.

Many people in the third world are desperate to get to England and escape the terrible conditions in their own countries. They want a job and a better life for themselves and their children. They risk their lives to get here.

We do not want them here because we have too many people, there is not the infrastructure or facilities and we are concerned that our culture is at risk.

We can put up obstacles to prevent immigration. We can legislate to keep them out. We can fight a xenophobic war against immigrants. We can become racist and fascist.

I have a better solution.

Why don’t the super-rich capitalists refrain from creating poverty in the third world, which they exploit for profit, and enable the whole world to stabilise, educate themselves, restrict their population, develop prosperity and not need to emigrate to survive?

If there wasn’t the huge differential of wealth across the globe there would not be a problem.

Capitalism creates poverty.

Until the selfish and greedy super-rich elite develop empathy and compassion, or there are international laws to restrict their predatory sociopathic tendencies, we will have poverty, war, conflict and misery.

In the midst of plenty most still go hungry…………… It cannot be right

I am a man – I am a feminist!

I see no reason why men cannot be feminists. I am not a woman. I am not black. I am not religious. I am not disabled.  But I do possess empathy.

What I stand for is tolerance, freedom and equality. That is simple enough.

That makes me a feminist. I believe that women should be treated equally. That is fair and just. That means equal pay for equal jobs. It means equal employability. It means changing some of the rules to ensure equal participation. It means women in positions of power.

I do not see this as contentious. Women are just as able and intelligent. What has prevented equality has been the structure of society. Women need equality in education and the work-place. In order to achieve that there has to be some changes. The foremost of these appears to me to be child-care. It is about time that governments addressed this area.

In order for women to have an equal opportunity to rise to top level jobs and positions of power there has to be good affordable child-care. As soon as a couple have a family one of them has to take responsibility and time off. This usually falls on the female to the detriment of their career. When the family has grown up it is too late. The damage has been done.

This is a cause worth fighting for.

Tower of London Poppies – The 1st World War 1914-1918

Tower of London Poppies – The 1st World War 1914-1918

The sea of red poppies at the Tower of London were a powerful reminder of the senseless industrial slaughter of human beings.

10 million military personnel were butchered by high explosive.

7 million civilians were also killed in violently.

The poppy was adopted to remind us of the gruesome stupidity of war where weaponry has now reached a sophistication where a missile can be targeted from thousands of miles away and kill thousands of people, where a nuclear device can kill millions. There is nothing heroic about it
The poppy is a reminder that there are better ways. Violence is primitive behaviour.

It is also salutary to consider that the flu epidemic that followed the first World War killed between 20 and 40 million – more than were killed in both World Wars.

Perhaps we should be putting our efforts into solving the population explosion before the next virus disposes of us!

Build a better zeitgeist!

Abbey Road Studios – Flat, Baroque and Beyond.

Abbey Road Studios – Flat, Baroque and Beyond.

 

Roy gave me the invite to go along to Abbey Road Studios for the recording of what became Flat Baroque and Berserk and I eagerly accepted. I think he did that for a number of friends. He probably liked having a few friendly faces around. It may have helped create a relaxed ambience. At least I like to think so. Dick and Rene were regulars. Dick was Kid Strange (now Richard Strange) from The Doctors of Madness and Rene was his partner and a designer. Apart from that the studio control room was usually full of various musos who seemed to waft in and out, hang around for a bit and wander out again. It was all very free and easy.

 

At the time I lived in a tiny flat in Manor House. I used to bomb across to St John’s Wood, (usually alone but sometimes with my good lady Liz) – situated in the posh part of town – on my trusty motorbike – a dull orange 350 AJS. I’d park it out front and stroll in. Sometimes there was a guy sitting at the desk inside the door but often there wasn’t anybody there at all. Security was not an issue. If the guy was there I’d just nod and he’d nod back. I was never asked what I was doing there. I guess, because of my long hair, it was assumed I was one of the musicians. I’d wander down the corridor to the studio and go in.

 

Back then there was a different attitude to musicians. They were accessible. Security was minimal. A lot of times after a gig you could simply walk backstage and have a chat with them. So I don’t remember visiting Abbey Road Studios as being a huge deal. Yes, I loved the Beatles and Floyd and this was the hallowed ground where they’d recorded those great albums but I suppose I was a bit blasé about all that side of things. I never went off to investigate the other studios down the corridor even though various Beatles – Lennon, McCartney and Harrison were there and Floyd as well. This was still the 60s underground. We were too cool for that. Besides, I was much more excited about seeing Roy record.

 

Roy was excited about recording in a proper studio having signed for the Harvest label. I remember him telling me that it would be the first time that he was getting to record his material properly. He was also really excited about working with Pete Jenner. The two of them had hit it off and he knew that they could work well together. He had a lot of respect for Pete’s abilities and that was mutual, Pete really rated Roy’s song writing and musicianship and, having previously worked with Floyd, was keen to experiment and push the boundaries. It provided great potential and Roy really thought that the partnership would bring out the best in him – as it did. So I was excited to be part of that.

 

Roy came equipped with a bunch of brilliant new songs, most of which he had tried out and honed live. He really wanted to do a good job on them. He knew he had strong material and EMI were giving him full backing. They’d provided him with the best recording facilities in the world, virtually unlimited time and Pete Jenner and John Leckie as producer and technician who were both the best in the business. The atmosphere in the studio was perfect, the surroundings were conducive and EMI had promised to promote Roy as a leading musician from the 60s Underground. This was his big chance. The Harvest label was their attempt to attract the cream of the British Underground and Roy was one of their first signings. They were putting their weight behind him. For once someone was taking him seriously and giving him the opportunity he deserved. There was a real buzz about the place which was reflected in the constant stream of Britain’s top musicians who were either wanting to contribute or turned up to watch and be part of it. The feeling was that Roy was on the brink of something huge.

 

Looking back I wish I had taken it more seriously, maybe taken my camera along. But that simply did not feel appropriate. There were things that you did not do.

 

As one would expect the studio was state of the art for 1970. Pete Jenner sat at the mixing desk like he was at the controls of Starship Enterprise. A big soundproof glass panel separated the control room from the studio. There was much talking back and forth as they set things up, much banter and a relaxed, but focussed atmosphere. After a take Roy would come in and he and Pete would listen to it, play about with the controls and discuss how to improve it. Roy was very hands on and involved. The final mixes were the result of a joint collaboration (in more ways than one). Roy knew exactly what he wanted and Pete had the expertise to enable him to get it. They both had an ear for the music and were perfectionists. They worked together well. Despite the many spliffs and congenial atmosphere with much laughter, the proceedings were extremely professional. The pair of them were meticulous and wanted things to be perfect. Roy knew that he finally had an opportunity to do full justice to his material and he was determined to seize the opportunity.

 

I sat quietly an unobtrusively at the back, watched and listened. The sound quality through the studio speakers was out of this world. It was crystal clear and the separation of instruments was more than I’d ever heard. I’d never experienced such sound quality. I revelled in it. Pete Jenner and John Leckie made me very welcome and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I knew my place. They had a job to do. I was privileged to witness them at work and see how a top recording studio with quality musicians operated. I knew that as long as I did not get in the way and let them get on with it I was OK there, so I limited myself to the odd comment about the brilliance of the takes and soaked it up. For the most part I sat in the background and watched with a big smile on my face.

 

Thus it was that for Flat Baroque and Berserk, Stormcock, Valentine and HQ, over four glorious years, I would turn up to as many sessions as I could fit in. Abbey Road became a regular fixture and I witnessed many notable performances and incidents. Then, with mixed emotions, we moved up north and that was the end of my Abbey Road experiences. I still think back to those wonder years, when Roy recorded four of his best albums, with great fondness. There were many tales to tell.

 

But more of that another time.

It’s not easy being Green – a short story

It’s not easy being Green

 

Lisa was fifteen years old, fair haired and freckly, bright and full of life, with a ready smile, and a great love of nature. She fanatically watched the Richard Attenborough Blue Planet programmes and took it all to heart. The world was a beautiful place and it was under threat. Lisa felt she had to do something.

That is when Lisa began her campaign. It started with her joining her local environment group to pick up litter on the beach. They were a dedicated bunch, mainly young, but with a smattering of older people. There was such a sense of camaraderie. They made saving the planet fun.

It went on from there. The more Lisa found out the more alarming it became. She progressed to saving hedgehogs, lobbying for gaps in fences for the creatures to move around gardens. She was dismayed to find the collapse of insect populations. Then there were the frogs, toads, newts, swifts, swallows, grass snakes and slowworms. Lisa began lobbying MPs, writing to newspapers and highlighting the grubbing up of hedges, the filling in of ponds, the culverting of ditches and the pollution that was killing the things she loved. For Lisa it was as if she felt each example of nature being battered as a personal tragedy.

Lisa’s parents were impressed with her passion and encouraged it. She’d formed an environmental group at school and, despite her young age, begun taking an active leadership role with the local greens. The environmentalists seemed a nice friendly, intelligent crowd. The type they approved of. They liked the idea of her using her time so positively, in a good cause. They thought that it kept her out of trouble and away from some of the pitfalls of teenage life; that she was developing useful skills, scanning the internet, writing letters, standing up and talking to groups, preparing dossiers. They were proud of their daughter and thought these skills would all come in useful when it came to future careers.

They were happy to support her, drive her around to various meetings and environmental activities. They were impressed with her enthusiasm and the way she’d thrown herself into her campaigns. Lisa’s spare time was spent petitioning, writing letters, investigating and meeting with her similarly minded friends. Even her older brother was impressed with his little sister and gave her grudging respect.

Her concerns widened. There were campaigns to save the rhinos and elephants from poachers, to protect the rainforest from the creeping encroachment of palm oil and coffee, to create a sustainable world. She was opposed to trophy hunting and for the protection of the dwindling numbers of gorillas, chimpanzees, bonobos and orangutans.

Then there were the issues of Global Warming and Species Extinction, the massive overpopulation problem, the madness of Trump and Bolsonaro, and they watched as Lisa became more political.

At school Lisa’s environment group, mainly due to Lisa’s drive and vitality, had become huge. Fortunately her Headteacher was supportive and gave her every encouragement, she too thought that Lisa’s passion was healthy and liked the blossoming of her personality and qualities. Lisa was becoming a leader. She allowed her to run assemblies for the whole school, where she argued for chimpanzees, gorillas, orangutans and whales to be afforded the same rights as people – asserting that their intelligence demanded that they be recognised as sentient beings.

Lisa had joined Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth. In school the group was active organising recycling schemes, cycle racks, and arranging litter picking in the community – which went down very nicely with the school’s neighbours.

Lisa’s parents were not quite so enamoured when Lisa’s ardency started to impact on their meals. Lisa declared she was now vegan and, for the sake of the environment and in support of opposition to the inhumane treatment of animals and their cruel transport and slaughter, she was forsaking meat and wanted the family to do the same.

Well that created quite a ruction. Her older brother was not amused and was having none of it. He liked his bacon butties and Sunday roasts, in fact he did not consider it a proper meal without meat and, to be truthful, her parents felt the same. After many fiery encounters a compromise was reached. Lisa would have her vegan meals and the family would try their hardest to cut down on their meat consumption. It left her brother brooding with resentment but it provided a way forward.

Shopping had also become a bit of a nightmare. Mum and Dad’s weekly trip to the supermarket had a whole new range of products that they were under strict instructions not to purchase. There were the things that were apparently destructive to the environment, the things with unrecyclable packaging and the brands who were supporting rainforest destruction, using palm oil or anything that was unsustainable. At first it was extremely difficult, limiting and more expensive, but they settled into the new shopping regime and life settled back into a pattern.

Lisa had moved on to energy now and was campaigning for solar panels, windfarms and zero carbon. Being run around in the car was a definite no. She now used public transport or cycled. Cycling was healthy and did not pollute. Lisa’s parents worried about her safety on the roads but there were cycle paths and Lisa assured them that she and her friends were responsible and careful, so they tried not to worry.

A whole group from school, with the Head’s blessing, took the day off to protest and petition the government over global warming and species extinction. They went up to the big rally in London to hear Greta Thunberg speak. They excitedly had prepared their placards and discussed the event round at Lisa’s house. She had become the focus and Greta was a huge inspiration.

Then came the week of protest from Extinction Rebellion.

Lisa felt like the rest of the young protestors. They had written their letters, petitioned and protested, but nobody was listening. The politicians all paid lip-service to environmental concerns. It seemed that all they were interested in was the economy and getting elected. All they cared about was power. Nobody was really worrying about the looming catastrophe of global warming. They were quite happy to kick that can down the road and let future generations pick up the bill. Nobody really cared about the plight of the poor animals whose habitats were being ripped down or polluted, who were being hunted and slaughtered in droves. Nobody cared.

But Lisa cared. She cared with all her heart.

During that week Lisa and her friends were at the forefront. They sat on the bridges and blocked the traffic, bringing London to a standstill. Lisa and her friends superglued themselves to the underground trains and brought the transport system to a halt.

With more than a little alarm Lisa’s parents found themselves picking up Lisa from police stations along with threats of court action and prosecution. Things had taken a turn, much argument and fury was spent as her parents harangued her, but Lisa remained unrepentant, defiant even. They had to make people listen, she explained. Things had to change. They were fighting for the planet. But still nobody was listening!

That was when Lisa realised that she had to do something more. Protest was simply not enough. She had to do something that would make everyone take notice – would force them to do something about it – something to wake everybody up to the pressing need.

 

Sacrifice was required.

 

It’s not easy being Green.

The Looniness of the Tory Membership

The Looniness of the Tory Membership

 

A recent poll shows that 60% of the Tory membership would break up the UK and sell the country down the river!! They would be prepared to sacrifice Scotland and Ireland and crash the economy in order to ditch the EU!!

Living in some daft dream full of bulldog spirit and eulogies to the Blitz and Dunkirk, under the guise of some madness of diseased patriotism full of nationalist fervour, they would throw away the future.

Our grandchildren would inherit a country that was destitute, isolated and without power – all because of an unrealistic overinflated view of our own importance tinged with nationalistic populism and xenophobia verging on racism.

They would be prepared to cast England adrift, break up the UK , risk the economy and damn the consequences.

The craziest thing of all is that these 160,000 rabid extremists are the ones who will be determining the future of our country!!!

Personally I think they are the most stupid, extremist and dangerous people in the country!