we’re born to erase all of your days…

I’ve been playing Cowboy today. The neighbors cows jumped the fence so it was a case of wrangling cows and then fixing fences.

Luckily these are the aging hippy neighbors so we had a fun morning drinking coffee watching their two granddaughters entice the two cows and bull home through the fence. It’s about this time I should drag out Triad by then Airplane.

They were pretty looking cows for sure. Made for an entertaining MLK day.

I was planning on weeding the garden beds to get ready for the spring. I know it’s a long way off but one has to be prepared after all. Also putting new bark in the paths between the beds as well. Cow wrangling got in the way of that. Then fence repair.

I was also going to start figuring out where the chickens should go prior to building the coop/hutch chicken shack whatever it will be called.

None of that got done as I cleared brush along the fence line and put the temporary fix in place. Good job I had some spare fence wire laying around like a good aging hippy farmer.

This led me to that most bucolic of industrial bands, Hawkwind. This is not necessarily a surprise to those they know me. Such an urban band that have at some point instilled a more rural world to their aging listeners.

This led me to my Hawkwind, the strange eighties Hawkwind where they were either searching for an identity at times or maybe cashing in. Who knows but occasionally Lemmy was back for an hour then he was gone as was Nik.

So I sat here in the semi gloom of the night listening to Independant Days Vol 1 and 2 which is far from essential but covers everything from the earliest EP with Kiss of the Velvet Whip to the ludicrous Night Of the Hawks

Yes there are better versions available of just about every song here, and this was such a great set of releases when they first came out and I was eager for anything. Let’s face it I even blunt the Bring Me The Head Of Yuri Gagarin release.

The whole point was a walk down memory lane to a time of free festivals, pyramid stages on scaffolding and dodgy geezers with dogs taking care of wayward teenagers that turn out to be Nik Turner.

down the oily way…

I used to crawl under the covers with a battered and badly recorded cassette of this album.

Some days, nights I would fall asleep to the burbling synths and glissando guitars and wish I was in Paris or New York or London anywhere than my bed under the covers wearing headphones and listening to Gong.

I was crushed when my cousin told me that Gong were no more.

counting out the stops, missing mine…

Field Music are fast becoming my favorite band. At least for this moment. I am really enjoying the progressive nature of their pop music. Yes at times it reminds me of XTC or Todd Rundgren but there is also a freshness. It’s the joy of discovering something new. Yes I know they’ve been around for awhile.

We all had tickets for them once. We missed the gig as we had to rush back to the UK for a health emergency. I heard it was a great gig.

It’s unashamedly pop music. An art form in my later teenage years I would never admit to enjoying.

Well it’s over, I know, but I can’t let go…

I’ve been picking this album up and putting it down unplayed since I bought it. This afternoon was the time to play it I guess. Now I’m wondering why I waited.

Yes his voice is no match for hers apart from the world weary tired time to his voice nicely melds with hers and creates a unique sound. At least he isn’t spending all his free time revisiting the past all day every day.

I think what makes this work as it is so obviously a work of fans. As was their first collaboration. I still want the Band of Joy album with Patty Griffin as well, although I’d probably have to take a second mortgage, they make a nice triad.

Then there’s Canada’s finest:

hey take it right down…

So I bought some new speakers. This is where I am supposed to regale you all with stats and numbers etc. They sound pretty good for some reasonably priced bookshelf speakers and damn they are heavy 15lbs each. My wife is complaining because they are larger than the old Bose stereo speakers we had for so long. She says she preferred the way things where getting smaller for a time.

Anyway I’m pretty happy with my middle of the road speakers. They get plenty loud. I can hear all sorts of things I used to miss out on but that’s probably novelty value as years of heavy metal, punk and Hawkwind concerts have made sure that my ability to hear things clearly is gone. Not to forget the folk music.

So I’m happy with them and they don’t mysteriously go silent like the Bose system when I’m getting all lost in the music man. This is the only reason for the purchase otherwise why get rid of a perfectly serviceable system?

This is what I played tonight. To as they say break them in.

Im sure there’s better but I for sure know there’s worse.

I walked out stunned and liberated…

Mike Scott has never been afraid of the epic. He espoused the big music before he discovered folk music. Then he drove that to its logical conclusion. A form of ecstatic dance music that was connected to the land, gritty, earthy, lusty and feral. Well you had to be there in 1988 I guess.

So he has occasionally managed to tap that same vein of fun. It’s not as consistent and at times just out of range.

Modern Blues has a fair few of those moment mainly when the Hammond organ cuts through and the fiddle wails.

Tonight though I really wanted to hear Long Strange Golden Road.

nodding off…

It’s been a long warm day, well it got warm it was downright cold this morning.

I’ve managed to drive the tractor and cut things up with chainsaws today and had further thoughts bout chickens like when should we get them, should we even get them, where would they go and other types of thoughts.

It must be time for Ozric Tentacles as the evening mellows into the night time, flutes, guitars, bass and those synths. Every now and then however I do want some words, although they may just ruin everything.

As usual at some point while listening to this I achieved an altered state and thought I was somewhere in the early 90’s with all my hair again and able to dance feverishly for hours, then I woke up and my back was hurting.

I met the contagion and sank to the tomb…

There’s a place for Dylan stripped down to guitar and vocals.

It always feels like the two acoustic albums in the 90s were the antidote he needed to the excesses of the 80s. He often seemed to be lost in the production of his own records and the guests on stage and on record. It’s kind of like a palate cleanser before heading off on the second or third course.

The back of the record is a good read as well. So that’s double the value, a great record and informative reading on the back.