Saturday, November 30, 2019

Wondering about Pachelbel


If Pachelbel’s canon was about cannons for wars and not a musical canon, there would be a lot less weddings with a beautiful song. There’s something about the musical canon that feels soothing. The way of it, is to keep in step with a loyal underscore  in the melody and scape over the top a melody which imitates the original but adds to it each time. It’s recreational. It’s innovation on the solid loyalty, as a relationship might be if it’s a good one. I have always loved that piece of music, though it’s widely popular. It’s a good kind of popular because even quiet people seem to like it and loud sort of people do too, for the most part. I wonder if Pachelbel thought that he’d nailed it. I wonder if Pachelbel was the only person who wrote it because songs seem to come together in the company of lovers and friends. I wonder if Pachelbel thought, well that’s a piece of crap (even though he’d made music before) and threw it in the bin and then someone he loved took it out and put some books on the crumpled mess and said
“You are a masterpiece, you are loved, take a shot on this…” 
I wonder if he dreamed the music in pictures like I always did with brave knights, a fairy and a wild but gentle steed. I wonder if Mozart or Mozart’s sister listened to Pachelbel and wondered about giving up altogether. It’s funny how their pictures in Wikipedia are almost entirely the same person, like they time travelled through the musical wonderland of creation together. Did someone ever say to Mozart, you don’t need to be Johann Pachelbel or Pachelbel Johann or Bellepachel Jo Ann, you have it all mixed up, you just need to be you. Were they like any of us, fearful, brave, terrified, shy, bold, aching, needing, bright, wild, untempered, put back together again from one day to the next? I’m just wondering about that? I think it is so for the music to sound as it does, full of beautiful heights on the edges of mourning too for there is in every piece of music that beginning and middle and end. What would Pachelbel think that those should choose that song which is about longing to keep the beginning and middle and end in a bundle called forever. I suppose he was proud and yet in a search for Pachelbel he doesn’t even appear in the musical timelines. He’s that kind of side project, there not forgotten though. Was he more the alternative to the mass? Did Mozart find the seed or was Pachelbel that before.
If your name was Primula Vulgaris, would you change it? Sounds positively beautiful and positively vulgar. Did they grow at Pachelbel’s place? It’s hard to imagine Pachelbel as a punk, as a scruffy mess in the morning. It’s hard to imagine him burping to the Pachelbel Cannon or up at the harpsichord in a dressing gown with a snotty nose and a room full of half drunk cups of tea. It’s hard to imagine him changing a nappy to it although I’ve done that must be said all the same. It’s hard to imagine, but I’m quite sure it happened. 
This piece sort of smooths out the edges of a crumpled page or crumpled heart. I never did get sick of this song, though I’ve played it many times. He was connected to Johann Sebastian Bach, thought to have influenced him. I always loved that name Sebastian. May the bells ring in peace this Christmas season. Xx 

Thursday, November 21, 2019

The Weather



The weather is about people 
It’s about a sunny day with people 
It’s about a photograph with people
With people and birds and memories. 
With people and birds and memories, hellos
Or goodbyes.

The weather is about feelings 
Cold days, blue days, grey days, with feelings 
And birds and umbrellas and gloves and scarves 
And skating on thin ice but waiting for the sun 
Helping someone up, with birds and memories, 
Hellos or goodbyes. 

The weather is about courage 
It’s about lions and zebras and the wild 
It’s about feeling the heat, the fire, survival 
Protection and pain with….
People, with feelings, with courage. 

The weather is about you 
It’s about waistcoats and raincoats 
Boots or sandals, socks or none, 
About singing in the rain, dancing in 
The sun or braving the snow, 
It’s about people and feelings and courage 
and you. 
Take the weather with you 
Take it, like that. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Insta-Grouch

I was feeling ok, 
Even after a horrible funeral 
Filled with beautiful words 
then I saw a bloke advertising a 
pregnant woman 
Usually that’s real sweet 
Usually I could say Hey, 
There’s something 
To write home about 
To shout from the rooftops. 
But it was on Instagram. 

She was doing a handstand you see 
By the edge of a pool with her legs apart 
To advertise a movie star. 
It’s unsafe you know. 
Already the kid’s an ad. 
Already the kid is a risk. 
Already the kid is a price ticket. 

INSTAGROUCH.

Call me that. 
Take That. 
Take that 
And that 
And that. 

I was feeling ok you know 
Even after feeling real low 
Not like dancing on ceilings 
Or making a beautiful gingerbread 
house 
Then I saw a bunch of boobs 
Sets of legs, abs and ads and 
Gloss and floss and goss and 
Stuff, all buff and tight and 
BORING, like snoring when you
Really just want to go to sleep. 

INSTAGROUCH

Call me that. 
Take that. 
Take that 
And that 
And that. 

I was feeling ok you know
Not sweet, not free, not wild 
Not like a queen, not like a Kitten 
In a top hat, but heres one 











Instagrouch

Take that 
And that 
And that 
And that. 

I was feeling ok you know 
Not sweet, not ready to tweet 
Unless to a passing bird 
On the lawn
Not like a swan on 
The graceful lake 
Nor a Cockatoo 
In it’s charming 
Ways, 
Then I put myself in 
The bin. 
Because some days suck 
Some days you feel like a ten 
Tonne truck killed you 
And you survived sort of 
But didn’t.
Some days I’m mad, sad, bad and an 

Insta-grouch.

DO NOT DISTURB. 
Call me Oscar 
Draw me on some 
Big Eyebrows 
I’m not clinical,
I’m cynical 
I’m bright sometimes
just not today. 
Life is beautiful 
In sections.
With gaps and spaces 
With sunshine
That hits yoru shoulders 
Or a grouchy green fluffy 
Frown in the form of a 
Shit storm covered in 
Good memories and 
Bad memories…

So take that 
And that 
And that and that. 

The sun will shine again. 
You’ll see. 
Im saying it to me or two or three 
or whoever might be there 

Take that... take a bit of tomorrow for today 
That doesn't feel too grey, 
Yeah, ok. 

TAKE THAT I SAID.