Been whiling away my Sunday being arty farty…
3 x nine of beauty. I love you, Mr Kerr.



Been whiling away my Sunday being arty farty…
3 x nine of beauty. I love you, Mr Kerr.
In Jim’s post today he talked about The Beatles track Tomorrow Never Knows.
Now whenever it gets mentioned I think of this. When it was released, someone left a comment on the Field Music Facebook post saying “it has a Tomorrow Never Knows vibe to it”. When I listened to the track again, I could here it too.
It has a fab melody. That caught me straight away. But it took a few more listens to get fully into the song.
I have a disgusting piece of romanticism attached to the song as well. I tend to listen to music late at night whilst laying in bed. My bedroom windows face south west – and I keep my blinds open at night – so on a clear night, I can see Orion from my bed.
I’d love to talk more about Jim’s post but…meh. I’ll save it for another time. When it feels like there’s no “two-way street” any more, the passion starts to die.
It’s starting to feel a little hard to enthuse sometimes. The interactivity that used to happen gave you something to bounce off. “Mutual appreciation” and all that baloney…
Today I awoke (or as Jim would say it, “wakened up”) and the sky was still in a deeper hue of dawn for a star to be visible. I wasn’t expecting that. It was quite bright too. Obviously. Bright enough for me to see it without any optical aid and in my ever fading dwam.
Although I know it wasn’t a shooting star, I wished upon it all the same.
“Star light, star bright / I’m the star you see tonight / And I wish I may, I wish I might / Be in your dreams tonight”
Today I feel a little brighter. The sky was brighter this morning, even if still in that deeper hue of dawn that it will be in until the clocks go back next weekend.
I am giggling at things and finding the funny side again.
Acceptance plays a big part in things. It’s that old adage – “(Insert your choice of deity here) grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Basically, I’m trying to stop being a dumb fuck. Lol. In the meantime, I wanted to share this. I was taking a keek at the latest Uncut magazine when I didn’t quite take in the title of Elvis Costello’s new album. I’ll leave it to your imagination as to how I initially read it…
Back to the stars…
I love the city and its beautiful night skies. I never want to fall out of love with Glasgow..