Odważni chłopcy, nie płaczą…

Lubię jesień, lubię czas przejścia. Wietrzne szare poranki, gdy nadal w powietrzu jest trochę ciepła. Zimne, jasne poranki, kiedy uważasz, że zima jest niedaleko. Piękne, ale trochę smutne. Dzisiaj szedłem do pracy w deszczu. Nie padał deszcz bardzo mocno, w powietrzu niewielki opad deszczu. Miałem parasolkę ze sobą, ale nie chciałem jej używać; podobało mi … Continue reading Odważni chłopcy, nie płaczą…

Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

Further to my piece about things that you have to be in the right place at the right time to see... Yesterday as I was walking to work through the cemetery I stopped and looked behind me to look at the Sun. Not directly, never look directly at the Sun and now I've turned into … Continue reading Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

My life in music.

Why can't real life be like a musical? Failing that, why can't we at least have incidental or background music to accompany our everyday lives? I, for one, would love to live in a musical, bursting into song for no apparent reason, skipping and dancing along the street. Wouldn't that be fun? Did any of … Continue reading My life in music.

Brave boys, don’t cry…

I read once that it is easier to identify with sad songs, easier to get into sad songs; maybe this is a similar thing. I certainly do enjoy a good, sad song, something in my psyche perhaps. I enjoy happy songs too; let's not get all maudlin here but a good dollop of angst every now and again certainly cheers me up. Paradox? I don't know...