Floydian mind fuck

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.

Playing in my mind on repeat today. Can’t fathom why, but if I want anything messing with my mind, it would have to be this.

What music will you choose in a zombie apocalypse?

Well into Season Five of the The Walking Dead, I got to thinking. What music would you listen to if you had a disc player with a decent supply of batteries?

Here’s the scenario:

It’s the zombie apocalypse and while out scavenging for food you stumble into a music store. It’s the kind that had prior to the apocalypse, shifted to selling mostly vinyl again, because, well, nobody buys CD’s any more, right? All that’s left apart from the great vinyl selection, are the following albums on disc. Who knows what happened to all the other albums on disc. It’s the friggin’ apocalypse!

Which of these albums (discs) would you choose? You can’t take them all, because you need the space in your backpack for food and batteries okay.

I’ll tally up the results and let you know next week what your choice says about you relative to the zombie apocalypse. Are you the Walking Dead, The Walking Dread, or Right Said Fred?

Thinking about home

For whatever reason, I got to thinking about home today. I’ve realised I don’t actually have one since I sold my house. But I count myself as extremely fortunate in that I’ve never NOT had a place to stay. In fact I’m pretty darned fortunate (and grateful, mind you) that everyone I know, has always welcomed me and made me feel at home.

I dug out some old tunes to commemorate this wonderful feeling.

And so, I could actually claim that wherever I lay my hat (and I do indeed wear hats quite often), that’s my home. Paul Young.

I can’t really ask anyone to bring it on home to me just yet, but I will, some day. Paul Carrack featuring B.B King.

I hope this never happens to me, or anyone else for that matter. Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton.

There’s just no feeling like going back home. Dire Straits.

Please, by all means. Boston.

It’s always nice to know someone’s waiting for you to come home. Shawn Colvin.

The journey home is just as enjoyable as finally getting there. Simon & Garfunkel.

I should think most people have a favorite location they call home. For me it’s Durban, South Africa. Lynyrd Skynrd.

Off course, there’s one home many would rather not be, but sometimes have no choice. Pink Floyd.

And yes, almost everyone’s dream. The Cinematic Orchestra.

Sweet dreams…

The Viking’s A Beatles Fan

Just got back from my mid-year break in Durban and one of the highlights was the opportunity to hang out with my cousin’s two year-old son, Erik.

Erik’s father hails from Denmark, and it’s something of a family jest to refer to him as a little Viking. Long before he’d turned two, he had an affinity for music. Initially he developed a liking for Pink Floyd as I remember, probably because his dad has a pretty decent collection of vinyl’s. Back then Erik had already started showing interest in The Beatles, and would demand that everyone played “The Beats” for him. He’s now able to choose the records he likes by identifying the album sleeves, and has picked up a line or two of some of the songs.

He’s currently fixated with Hey Jude, but is always talking about Lady Madonna, another Beatles hit. According to Erik, Lady Madonna is Hey Jude’s sister. But his taste for music is phenomenal for someone so young. He’s into Fleetwood Mac, Peter Frampton and Michael Jackson too.

I got him a half-sized guitar and was lucky to catch him playing on one of my visits.

I’m hoping his parents encourages him to learn to play the guitar as soon as possible. The prospect of an amusing and entertaining visit in the not too distant future is worth savouring.

Mum’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day y’all…

It’s another year away from home, so I’ve been listening to some Mother’s Day compilations online today and thought I’d put together one of my own. Here’s my tribute to all the moms out there.

The White Stripes – I Want To Be The Boy To Warm Your Mother’s Heart

Afro Celt Sound System – Mother

John Lennon – Mother

The Shirelles – Mamma Said

Pink Floyd – Mother

That last one by Pink Floyd is rather cynical, but since I love this song and the band, I hope most mothers will indulge me.

Wish you were here…

It’s unlikely that I’m ever going to get the chance of seeing a live performance by Pink Floyd in South Africa, so the gals and I went to the next best thing – a tribute to them at the Barnyard Theatre last night.

Mel Botes, the local lead guitarist knows his stuff all right. He was simply awesome. The backup artists on rhythm, bass, drums, keyboard and sax were quite accomplished but Mel’s rendition of all the popular Pink Floyd songs since their first album was superb, and the historical information provided as commentary during the set was very informative and at times left me feeling sad at how talented artists have this penchant for destroying themselves.

My favorite Pink Floyd song The Fletcher Memorial Home was disappointingly not performed, but Wish You Were Here more than made up for it.

Lyrics – Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue sky’s from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.