And through the drizzle; the slate-grey day; this: outside Victoria Station, entrance to Manchester Arena, scene of the bombing in May. Bringing some colour to a building site.
The first storm of the season, named Aileen, is due to hit tonight. For perspective, Aileen is no Irma, but still. I’ve taken down the hanging baskets and an outside lantern which is as much as I can do with no hatches to batten down.
The afternoon I spent working on a second poetry collection I’m trying to put together, while listening to a group from my favourite music period.
I have a friend who loves the eighties, and would instantly recognise the nod given by the title of this post. My own go-to listening preference stretches from the mid-sixties to early seventies. The Beatles; The Doors; The Kinks; The Rolling Stones; Tim Buckley; Cream; Cohen; Dylan, I love all of these and more.
Being born in 1971 means that in my youth I’ve never been in vogue, musically. And don’t even mention my dress sense!
Listening to music helps when I’m writing. The group I was listening to today was Jefferson Airplane. Why do I like these?
Go and ask Alice. When she’s ten feet tall.
The Summer Solstice is actually in summer this year. Meteorologically speaking.
Three new year-themed songs to ease your way into 2017. An official video from Abba; a song from Jeff Buckley; a live performance from U2. Take your pick.
Happy New Year Jackdaw followers and visitors.