Category: simple minds
Memorable Tours?
An interesting post on SMOG from a long-time fan, reminiscing about the Floating World tour of 2002. It gives a little pang of envy. I know this person has been relatively close to the band in the past. They have stories to tell. Lovely memories. You know…it sounds like more than just “band and fan”….
Kerrsday Thursday And Gig Countdown…
Got some prized memorabilia I want to share for Kerrsday Thursday. The pictures in this were available on Flickr for a time but the images inside are even better quality than I imagined – given it’s an amateur fanzine and the age of it now. I got it off eBay for under £5! Have been…
Seeking Praise And Approval…The Desire For Validation.
It’s because Charlie knows you’re always learning. We’re all always learning. The person who doesn’t believe you are not always learning is the biggest fool of them all. Surely Charlie’s, or even the rest of the band’s “added recognition” not being sought out is automatically gained by the crowd reception at gigs. It is why…
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Minds Music Monday – Boys From Brazil
They’re in rehearsals this week. The OH and I just talking over what we believe to be the usual scenario – Jim turns up to rehearsals on the final day. “How are we doing?” asks Jim. “WE’RE doing great”, says Charlie. Then my dream wish kicks in…”Oh, by the way, we’ve added Boys From Brazil…
Does He Like It?
I want to ask Jim a question. I haven’t really had a question to ask him for ages. I used to be asking him things all the time – over exuberant with enthusiasm, wanting to learn, soak up and absorb all things SM as much as possible. And if I had a question, well who…
My Moonage Daydream…
I have been working hard to try and get back to GOOD art. Get used to the changes of my main art app that I hadn’t been able to use for several weeks. The combination of just…losing my “muse” and the overhaul of my main art app just had me artistically floundering! Other things too….
Almost The Kind Of Post I Miss
Some poetry. Inner thoughts. Something beyond the mere plug of a gig, a product. Of course, that needs to be done, I guess. But there is that human touch I was so starting to miss. The end message seems to be “buck up, kid. Nothing lasts forever.” Yeah. Don’t remind me. And don’t remind you…