I’m not sure who is talking when, but I think it’s Steven Wilson first which means when Tim Bowness comes in to say that EAD is the first real defining mark SM makes, the interjection from Steven for Real To Real Cacophony – I am finding myself shouting “YES, YES!”
And I hold my hand up for making that mistake sometimes. To have missed it off my tattoo on my wrist….I do wish I had added it now! Maybe something to think about for the future. Anyway, see what you think of this little discussion. I think a swathe of the fanbase would be in agreement.
Today’s walk was to the MackIntosh Queen’s Cross church in Maryhill. Only 1.5 miles from home but currently not open to the public due to lockdown, I was happy to at least go and look around the outside of it. And I never realised it was just that bit further on from Speirs Wharf.
It was a lovely walk again today. Weather has been great too.
No photos of the church (I Facebook Live filmed) today. Hopefully when the place opens back up I’ll get in and take some snaps.
I took this though. The clouds looked amazing today – replicating sun beams. I fall more and more in love with Glasgow every day. I honestly do.
I’ve lived nearby two of the greatest cities in the world during my time on Earth – Sydney and London (I lived roughly as far out of the centre of London being based in Luton as I had done living in the urban sprawl of south-western Sydney from its central (CBD – the Australian term for a city’s business heart – the Central Business District).
I have never lived so close to the heart of a city as I do now, living just two miles away from the centre of Glasgow. If you lived “two miles out of London” ie: the City of Westminster – you’d still be enveloped right within what most people would still consider “London”. Greater London sprawls out pretty much to the circumference of the M25 motorway that circles it.
Similarly for Sydney – it’s sprawling horseshoe that extends out from the harbour and coastline fattens out in a huge crescent and reaches the outer western suburbs of Penrith due west, Richmond to the northwest, Palm Beach on the north coast, Campbelltown to the southwest, and down to Bundeena on the south coast.
I have been a resident of Glasgow all of 6 months and I already have so much pride in this place being my home. Will I ever feel a true “local”? That I doubt. My accent draws me apart as soon as I open my mouth. Do the locals seem to care? No. Most I would talk to (unless actual neighbours in the street) would think me one of the many visitors that this city draws in. And it DOES draw in visitors.
I mean…just look at it! It is beautiful! It really is.
I didn’t know this video had been put on YouTube. If I had known, I’d have shared it earlier. Thanks to Mr Kerr sharing it on the Simple Minds FB page and revealing the YT link, I am now sharing it here. I like the cover – they’ve thought outside the box with it for sure. But the thing that makes it is the stunning footage of this beautiful city. My love affair with her is in the early phase…and oh, how I miss her during lockdown! But…I am seeing parts of her already – exploring my local parts of the city – that I may not have bothered discovering quite so eagerly had lockdown not required some rethinking in keeping up resolve and keeping mind and body healthy.
I have just started Lanark. Only just. I’m not the fastest reader and I started much later than I wanted to, which meant my eyelids already were starting to get heavy barely one chapter in. I managed two. Lol. And am already attributing the identity of Sludden to a certain someone. Lol. And I would be any of those hangers on – apart from Gay – I should be so lucky! Or Rima (she has standards – it seems so far anyways). So I guess it only leaves me to be Frankie – most likely – or the other one whose name escapes me (irony!).
Anyway! Early days.
But I am already wanting to explore the world of Alasdair Gray so much more already as a consequence of those couple of chapters of Lanark.
So very later last night, after listening to a new episode of The Archers (now caught up with the real world – Ambridge is now in lockdown too) – and a very emotional yet beautiful Desert Island Discs with Charles Hazlewood as the castaway – highly recommended listening by me, not always easy, granted! (I still keep wondering when the frig they are going to get Jim on there!). I then put in Gray’s name in the search wondering if the BBC had done any adaptations to his books, etc, so thought I’d see what a search of him would bring up.
Well, it brought up this in the search results. A wonderful interview with BBC Radio Scotland’s Janice Forsyth. I didn’t know what to expect from it when I started listening. I had assumed Gray would sound very dour and “Weegie” for one – but I found his voice mesmerising and beautiful. He has such music in his voice. A beautiful burr and lilt that I just was not expecting – almost as if he sang as he spoke. As a consequence, as enthralled in the interview as I was, I found myself drifting off to sleep halfway through, to awake again for the final few minutes and the talk of the hardships of making a career from art – making a sustained paid professional income from artistic pursuit.
His final goodbye was pure music, and rather poignant for this must have been one of his final interviews. He passed away at the end of December last year.
I fell in love with him. He sounded like a magical being. Like a pixie or elf or something. Little did I know my flippant little line to Jim the other day about “starting a book at chapter three – seems like my kinda guy” would ring so true.
You can listen to the interview via BBC Sounds HERE
As that…”embrace”. I genuinely never wanted it to end! I’m ssooo glad this photo exists because I never wanted this moment to end…and at least with the magic of photography, in a sense that moment WILL last forever. I’ll never forget the feeling of it, ever.
And…it feels like it was a time in which he liked me.
Today, looking back at these photos and memories – seeing a bit of FB Live filming I did from the seafront – I really, REALLY regret letting Jim walk by as he passed me on the promenade. HE BLOODY WAVED AT ME! I’m such a fucking idiot! Lol. I don’t know what he thought afterwards. Lol. Maybe he was walking along thinking “I thought this chick was into me? She cannae be that much.” Lol
Something of the type must have crossed his mind as, later, just a few moments before this photo was taken when Adrian (the photobomber) had asked if he could have a photo with Jim, Jim replied, “Sure. She (looking at me) doesn’t want one.” Sadly I remember my rather pathetic “I do!” reply. Lol. I still wish I had said “And a photo! BOOM BOOM!” I mean, shit, he even set the innuendo up for me and I didn’t even bite! Lol.
Too awestruck. Dumbstruck.
Dumb fuck! Lol
Anyway…Bridlington 2017 will remain forever special.