The Last Great Wilderness

I watched this lost classic movie again recently. I may have mentioned this film on this blog previously & I do believe the copy I had has taken legs.

The soundtrack is what I enjoyed the best, by fellow librarian Stephen Pastel & I do raise a smile when I see Bill Wells wearing earings & a dress.

Inside the Technicolour Dream SynSyndicate

Sometimes you need that bump on the head to let you see things more clearly.

I finally got around to listening to Bobb Trimble’s ‘Life Beyond the Doghouse’ a psychedelic classic? It is just ok.

What has really turned me around lately is: v – ‘we are crossing fences through rocky fields’…..i have a feeling I mentioned this before………perhaps that bump

yn

Devil’s Pulpit

My watch stops, photographs blur or contain numerous orbs, the micro-climate creates an unquenchable thirst & dehydration, clear thinking does not work & after stepping into the water, I expected to be covered in leeches……………..

Astronaut or Co-pilot

At a time when the Air France flight from Rio disappears off the radar (how is this possible when the USA is watching everything everywhere via satellite?) perhaps over the Bermuda Triangle, is it also possible to confuse ‘God is an Astronaut’ with ‘God is my Co-pilot?’

Enlightening Beam of Axonda


The sun came out at last & I was all set up for a weekend on the old hammock.

It broke & I saw Stars in my Eyes & blood on the saddle. Luckily there was someone with sense around & I ended up getting 5 stiches in my head to keep my brains in.

Thinking about that mystical number 5. I had 4 games of 5 a side last week : a world record......without injury! I lie on the hammock for 5 minutes & kaboom! my whole life changes.


Incidently for the past while & on that dreadful day, I had been listening to Bobby Brown's toatally mad, 'Enlightening Beam of Axonda' when I had that zen moment.

Save the Bandwidth, Man


Big thanks to the Scottish Music Centre Crew for pointing out the the photo in the heading above was larger than the largest thing you could ever imagine.

Underground is the Place to Be

Devil's Pulpit

Jacob's Ladder

Glen Finnich

Craighat

Journey to the Centre of Your Mind


There follows a few snaps of a 2 day 2 stage journey into the unknown. A strange, secretive lost world that I could not believe was on my own doorstep.

See what you think:

As you can see from the photos above, I was well-prepared for the expedition!

More 'Off the Wall' album titles


Konntient - If I Could Buy a Map of Hope, Volume 2


It does move your brain slightly i.e. from here





to




there!

The Weird & Wonderful World of the Japanese Torch Singers

My wife could not take to Misara Hibari at all & that is quite understandable. Like all great things you have to give it time to seep under your skin.

I, on the other hand, could not get enough of that dreamy, 'Twin peaks', Quentin Tarantino, sound.

The Dormouse Said...........


Using my FM3 Buddha Machine to get myself grounded & centred, I then set off to discover the secrets of the #9 cult.

All I had to go on was a hand-drawn Roman map & the Saragossa Manuscript.

I knew that there was something strange about the people I daily engage with. It is always obvious that we are not meeting for the first time, we have known each other before from another time, another place.

Even if these people are from Hungary, Africa or the Middle East there is somewhere a tight connection to my heart & soul...............(to be continued........)

Night Song of the Last Tram


By rights I should read Robert Douglas's biographies as we have some common ground, e.g. being a bus conductor on the #61 bus on Maryhill Road back in the day before my trip to India overland & because we both worked in prison.

I have not read them but I went to hear/see him in Balloch Library as part of the West Dunbartonshire Book Festival & I and the huge crowd were mesmerised.


Hopefully, if I could find respite from the 2 stressful reading groups I am involved in, I could get around to reading his trilogy, before he produces his fiction.

His work surely strikes many chords with his audince & the fact that he turned to writing at such a late stage in his life gives hope to everyone.

The Price of Admission is Your Mind

At last I finally finished ‘The Book Thief’. What a great read. It just makes you warm all over. A colleague asked me if I cried when I was reading it. No but I think I was smiling a lot.

Glasgow Americana

There is just something so perfect about heading up to the opening night of the Glasgow Americana Festival with my next door neighbour to see Rachel Harrington & then coming home, checking out the solar lights & then saying goodnight & going in to our respective homes.

From the Threshold Houseboys to Riceboy Sleeps

I am grooving to the ambient sounds of the Sigur Ros side project & dreaming of a wireless doorbell that plays Buddha Machine loops.

Favourite Album Titles As The Championship hopes Fade.

Ballboy – The Sash My Father Wore

Trembling Bells - Carbeth

Old School Photos

It suddenly hit me this a.m. why I always see my own class or my brothers/sisters class, when I look at old school photos.

This occurs even if the photos are ancient & it is not just school photos, it could be football teams or employees.

It is because I am looking at pictures of the parents or relatives of my classmates.

Mountaineer Skyness of Majestic Planes

Saturday morning rise @ 6.30 a.m. on the eve of an Old Firm decider. Listening to Roy Harper ‘Come Out Fighting Ghengis Smith’ & John Martyn ‘Live @ BBC’ close to tears. Why?

Old age, times past or a combination of the 2?

Maybe I was still thinking about the BBC4 documentary last night on Peter Green & how important the real (early) Fleetwood Mac was in my life at one time.

Perhaps those tears were for the sudden step back into winter we are currently experiencing or in order to echo the rain on the window?

In case you are wondering (no not likely!) the title above comes from more modern groovy music from The Skaters.

From David Thomas Broughton Via the Edgar Broughton Band To David Clayton Thomas is a Lifetime

How did we get here from there?

Great lost voices of the last 2 centuries include the lead singer of Blood, Sweat & Tears first heard on the cheap, affordable, vinyl samplers: ‘Rock Machine: I Love You’ & ‘Rock Machine: Turns You On’.

I recently heard his album ‘Bloodlines’, packed with New Orleans jazzfunk, & this got me thinking of Terry Allen’s excellent album of the same title.

Perhaps I should get out more?