2.34 am
Just me and Johnny J and giant chunks of ice and me the volunteer Titanic. Launched without champagne.
Adrift.
My brothers last night made me feel like Joseph.
No one hears it break.
Don’t remember stopping at the summit
Don’t remember taking in the view
Never stopped to smell the roses
Don’t remember ever thanking you
Don’t recall the moment of the sunset
Yellow ball sinking in the sea
Never thought so many goodbyes
Would be the last goodbye from me
Cos on the wrong side there’s no pleasure
In seeing what’s behind an open door
And on the wrong side sunken treasure
Simply aint worth diving for
And on the wrong side the sweetest honey
Is traded for a bitter pill
And the blues simply have so much meaning
On the wrong side of the hill.
When I feel like this I wish I could sit and talk to Janice Ian. Just me, her, tea and sympathy. She hears it break. Anyone who has heard 17 would know that.
So now the ice is melting and I’m listening to Gill Scott Heron. He’s found a lovely day. Could I still be saved by rock n roll?
Now Gallagher and Lyle are wearing their heart on their sleeve. What a beautifully understated song.
Music. You’ll be the death of me.
ON AND ON by Stephen Bishop is now playing and it takes me back to the studio producing this very song in the studio for the Roy de Wired album and Roy so positive, happy and full of joy. I will never forget his smile, his laugh and his love of the songs we chose for the album. Roy has gone. Still can’t believe it. His last words to me were
“tell them I’m fighting”
