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Sunday, January 25, 2009

My photo of the Rolling Stones Apr 26, 1965

There are good and bad things about getting old. Now I am not talking about old enough to drive or drink or fuck,  that may seem old at the time but that's young. I am talking old.  
Some of the bad things are legion. 
Hair, now there's one men my age don't have it but I have always liked some skin heads ( not the neo ones) so that's neither here nor there. Comb overs I don't like.
I hate, really hate the words "back in the day." If there was only one day then I wouldn't be old eh?
I hate not smoking and still having morning voice, not that there is anyone around to hear, I have a deaf cat. But I talk out loud to myself so I hear it mmmm....
I talk out load to myself, that might be an other sign of being old and it is not bad when I am alone, but in public????
I guess at any age friends die but it starts to add up.
My hands look like my mother's hands, hi Mom every time I look at them. 
I have some blue spider veins on my legs, and come to think of it they look like tattoos so maybe not so bad.
People finely open doors for me unless I have my leather jacket on.
I never know what colour to put down as hair colour, grey sounds so old platinum sounds nice.
I have seen a fuck of a lot of good bands.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

friday night at the JEM

                                         Just before Gabe ran away with the animal people.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Remedials at the Bourbon last nite

 Great show, but had to leave while you guys were on. What I heard was great sorry I missed your cover of Diesel Queens'  Fuckn Drink,  love it.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Yes I voted for some songs on the playlist. I even nominated a D.O.A. song, my personal favourite song, 2+2. If for some reason you have no idea what I am talking about, here goes, Obama is the new USA president and CBC has sent 49 Canadian songs for his  ipod. (yes I am sure he is a MAC person, I am just sure). Anyway they took nomination, got it down to 100 and then we could vote. D.O.A. was not on the top 100. I did vote for Northwest Passage by Stan Rogers and maybe someone else, not sure. No D.O.A.  Shit. Not everything changes at once.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

"Look to, treble going, she gone"

Norwich July 12, 1978 

I walked to the train station and got the times to Brighton and walked back. They were change ringing at St Thomas church and I was taking a picture through the small window of the bell tower. These school children invited me up so I came. Small room high roof with bell ropes hanging down, 8 in all with the treble being rung first. "Look to, treble going, she's gone" being the start of each ring then combinations of bells ringing at the same time as called by the bell master. It was very interesting. The bells were not loud there as they were outside. I came home and sat and talked to Mrs Bond, the women who runs the B&B until late.

well I am finding blog crap more confusing then I had thought it should be. I wanted to connect it as my blog on but .... so maybe it will connect at some date, just not today. Glad to know no one has used my name 'cause there are a few of us out there like the one who sells houses. That's not me. I didn't take any photos today but I was at the Taboo show yesterday. I posted some on my Flickr site