Friday, June 20, 2008
I miss part 2.....
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I miss part one.....
I miss my Uni days, the careless innocence of it all. The greatest days of my life?
The love, the growing up, the first attempt of making a success of adult life....
The Cure, leather jackets, bad hash, good hash, cherry roll ups, cherry Docs, Ashby Road (pictured), the most beautiful art students, stripey leggings, sex, sex, LOVE, MAJOR LOVE, Guinness, The Paget Arms, crap bikes, going to bed 48 hours after getting up, pots of tea, CONVERSATION, train journeys, young persons railcards, kit bags, Grebos, funky dreads, piercings, band t shirts, the left legged pineapple (music store), RAG week, music journalism (bad, very bad), Harry French Court, writing letters, writing essays, librarys, missing lectures, food fights, Home and Away (?!) The Wonderstuff, Neds Atomic Dustbin, Pop Will Eat Itself, black jumpers with holes, crap cookery, depression, cold nights, The Smiths, The Cure The Cure The Cure.....
The very happiest of memories...... Loughborough Uni 1991-1994
Friday, May 30, 2008
Why Manchester Matters.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Happiness Is Best Shared....
Its been something that I have been thinking about all week to be honest, and it is only know Im more certain of my answer.
I'm not unhappy on a daily basis, I don't think I'm depressed either. I think unfulfilled is a more accurate description. I guess most people thought everything would be mapped out by their mid thirties, I know I did.
I think back to my first proper relationship and remember the way I was and we were with a fondness. I hadn't been deceived, hurt, or cynicised by love at this point. We didn't talk about marriage or children because it was almost a natural progression that we both knew would happen. Of course we didn't make it, but that's a different story.
I know I was close though.... So close...
What I'm trying to say is that I believed I would have a family to come home too pretty early in life. It was what I wanted. Success, money, career driven madness never crossed my mind, and they still don't. I don't care about mortgages, bank account balances, about swimming pools and cars. I care about belonging, about sharing my words, about making dreams true with a special person.
The pursuit of happiness has been an adventure at least. From Manchester, to Zurich, to Ireland, and to Australia. I could never be accused of not giving everything my best shot! I can hold my hand on my heart and state no regrets as well. I have been fortunate to connect so well with a a number of people, and some can never say that. I can also say that for the most of times I have also been happy in these relationships. But of course the fact that none of them worked out still leaves me unfulfilled.
Today I watched the movie of one of my favourite books of all time. I first read the book in the late Nineties, I can even remember where I was when I read it. I picked up a torn and dirty copy of a book called 'Into the Wild' by Jon Krakauer. The book had been left behind in a backpackers hostel in Broome, Western Australia. For the next 2 days I sat on the beach and read, re-read a stunning adventure story. The book tells the story (I strongly reccomend it by the way) of Chris McCandless, I won't describe it, just quote the front cover. It will give you an idea..
"In April 1992 a young man from a well to do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter." Jon Krakauer.
The book is a moving, uplifting study of how one young man struggled to deal with his demons, with his aversion to a fast food society, and with his underlying need to feel close to nature. It was only a small gesture but after reading and discussing the book I found myself in Darwin. Instead of spending $500 on a tourist trip across the Kakadu National Park, I hitched out to a protest camp to join a group of people demonstrating against the building of a Uranium Mine on Aboriginal Land. It was an enthralling two weeks, I spent hours talking to an eclectic group of people. The people of Jabiluka townsite (near the proposed mine site) treated the protestors appallingly, refusing to serve them in their town shop, and banning them from using any facilities. To cut a long story short, I felt I had done the memory of Chris some justice with this gesture. It was certainly the reading of the book that inspired me to do something slightly different. I have also always tried to pass on copies of the book to people I like.... (couldn't find it in the bloody bookshop this week)
I still have my dog-eared original copy, and value it very highly.
During the book Chris is described many times as being contented and happy with his lonesome existence.
''Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. ''
''Society, man! You know, society! Cause, you know what I don't understand? I don't understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn't make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum.''
''Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.''
Whilst reading I couldn't help but identify with his thoughts, his characer traits and foibles. The story has no happy ending (actually the ending of the story is at the start of the book) but Chris realises that despite all his adventures, inspite of all his previous thoughts that true happiness is found when shared with someone. With someone who cares, who respects, and understands....
And thats what I want.
If I have travel to all corners of the globe three times over I will do it, I just might seem abit frustrated sometimes whilst im looking.
And do you know what, Im happy Ive said that....
RIP Chris McCandless
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The housesitter from hell.....
Monday, April 21, 2008
Trigg Thinking...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The making of a good compilation CD...
Like most kids I knew we didn’t have the money to pay the 79p for a 7'' single or however much it was back then. Albums no chance, the pocket money didn't stretch further than the football on Saturday. So I started making my tapes…
My memory tells me I made many a great tape (reality would of course be different! )
But I found one of the first ones when I went home for Christmas last year. The dusty busted old TDK had a collection of New Wave classics, Duran Duran, Visage, OMD, and the Human League on it. Better still, it still played, and I could still hear the noise my first tape player made as I raced to hit pause before the DJ’s voice came on.
Then things evolved slightly, I was given a battered old stereo where I could record tape to tape, off the radio, and off LP and Single. What a luxury, and of course this was where the scamming and borrowing started as I compiled collection after collection. I still remember going to the library to get out and record (Sorry Simon and the boys, few lost royalties there!) Duran Duran ‘Seven and the Ragged Tiger’. I waited for it for weeks, and was really keen.
That was when I first found my real love for music. The excellent collection at Stockport Library meant I was free to discover Pink Floyd, David Bowie, Joy Division, Bob Dylan, The Clash and The Cure amongst others.
It also lead to a change in friends as my clothing style became, well basically black! What else was cooler. Black skintight Levis, black desert boots and a donkey jacket with tartan inside… I wont mention the hairstyles. Best left there in the late 80’s!
During my teenage years me and my friends would scrimp and save every summer to go on holiday. One of the most important moments of the holiday was the official playing of everyone’s ‘Holiday Tape’. I would religiously prepare the 'holiday' tape, trying to out do my friends with originality/quality of choice/coolness of playlist! If we found any of them now they would probably be terrible!
As a natural progression for a music freak I found the joy of making a tape for 'someone'.
Tapes for mates going away, tapes of Manchester bands, tapes of tunes we had heard at the Hacienda, tapes for loves, and lovers. For these in particular I would spend literally hours trying to put the right song in the right place, and the right time!
A killer to start off with, a well known follow up to keep the interest, that cool song you had heard once but never again third and so on, and so on.
Whilst at University I read 'High Fidelity' by Nick Hornby. And I got it, I really got it. I believed that the lead character was scary like me.
"Now, the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do's and don'ts. First of all, you 're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing."
Rob - High Fidelity by Nick Hornby.
I laughed myself silly when I saw the movie... And then smiled because I realised that what I enjoyed doing was perfectly normal... Lets face it who hasn’t loved atleast one tape/CD that has been made for them in their lifetime.
These days of course things are very different. Laptops, burners, mixers, IPODS, downloads and the like.
Me, I still prefer to spread out my CDS across the lounge floor and spend an evening or two carefully selecting songs I love. Music put together designed to express whatever message I am trying to get across with the compilation.
Tonight is a first though, I am going to do something I have never done before. Im going to make a CD to match the writing on a blog. Not just any blog, but a 'real' blog, by a 'real' person. One difference though, unlike many of my past compilations there will be no hidden meanings, just a simple message that says “I understand.....”
Compilation makers of the world I salute you.....