The Sun appears as a perfect disc through the mist… the birds sing, the cars hiss. I’m a little drunk and not used to this godsdamn beauty. Apollo surely sees this every time he takes his fiery chariot aloft, but we mortals are not supposed to see the sheer unadulterated gorgeousness of the morning. Every sense is on fire. I know I’m sleep deprived and a little (!) drunk but… godsdamn…
Mine is the sunlight;
mine is the morning;
born of the one one light eden saw play;
praise with elation;
praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day
I know I’m not religious, but when I see the new day, and I’m awake enough to appreciate it (i.e. when I’ve been up all night) I can really, REALLY see how people can be.
Whether it’s God, or Gaia, or a natural phenomenon… enjoy it. It might be there every day, but your days are finite. Seize them.
That is all.
Just a bit of housekeeping to do… mostly categorising all the posts I’ve done by email over the last few eventful days, so here’s what I’m listening to while I do it:
ProPAH CHOON. As I’m assured the kids o’ today would say it. If anybody in the universe doesn’t own the Nirvana: Unplugged CD, then on that final day, Jesus is gonna poke a stick in your eye. Seriously.
Apparently he was planning to do an encore, but changed his mind at the last minute because he didn’t think he could do anything to top this. One of my favourite live performances of any song, ever.
Oh, and in the interests of posterity, here’s Leadbelly’s version:
What a thing to pop up when I opened Firefox! I must have shut down before it started playing, because here is one of my favourite parts from the BBC4 documentary Can Blue Men Play The Whites? featuring Former Yardbird Chris Dreja and ex-Manfreds vocalist Paul Jones describing what it was like backing my favourite harp player (and my favourite blues musician in general) Sonny Boy Williamson II:
Every day has a nice surprise…
Ok, while I work up a diatribe against establishment stooge Jamie Oliver, here’s a musical interlude…
Eric Bischoff, Pro-Wrestling booker, manager (off screen and kayfabe) and general personality: and it seems accomplished guitarist as well.
Will wonders never cease..?
Mrs. Wh00ps is playing with the cocktail shaker and book of 1000 cocktails I bought her for Christmas, so I fully expect non-governmentally-approved zombiedom to set in before long. I’m eating a healthy(!) meal of Brussels Fromage en Crute al la Wh00ps (or cheese-on-toast-with-pate-underneath) ,and we’re listening to this guy:
Not this Willie Nelson cover though -its not on the album (Crash) my mother-in-law bought me for xmas- but it’s still a cracking tune.
Phew! All this copying-and-pasting, clicking-through-all-my-blogroll to see who has an RSS thingie (and if I’m on it) and the like (whilst cooking and keeping half an eye on I’m A Celebrity) is a little time-consuming and mind-boggling, so here’s what I’m relaxing to:
The King of the harmonica.