You Boy, When Is Bin Day?

Today actually feels like Monday. Since Christmas every day has merged into the next until I can’t tell what day of the week it is. I had to look on the internet to find out when to put the wheelie bin out. It was today, but I noticed that some of the neighbours were unaware of this fact. It has been sunny, but bitterly cold here. Yesterday I got well wrapped up with warm coat, woolly hat & scarf and made the supreme effort to go to the shops for some provisions, and I thought the exercise would do me good. 

I don’t like using the self-service check outs because I get confused over some items and need to ask for assistance. I waited patiently in the queue at the regular tills. The people in front of me spent about £200. Then finally I placed my humble items on the conveyor best. The check out girl whizzed everything past the scanner in the blink of an eye, as if she was on some sort of speed, and said, “£27. 52”, even before I had pulled my carrier bag from my pocket. I raced to fit my stuff in the bag as quickly as possible because the next people were already loading up the belt. “Phew, I’m sweating after that effort”, I said to Amphetamine Annie, eager to make conversation because I hadn’t spoken to anybody since saying hello to the post lady on Friday. She stared at me blankly as if I was speaking a foreign language. “Do you want a receipt?”, she asked. “No thanks” I replied. As I walked home, I thought that they don’t need to replace these people with AI robots because they have already been turned into automatons. When I got home I listened to Talksport and found that The Posh had been hammered by Lincoln City 5-2 which is a major setback, but never mind, onward and upward!

Wolf Moon.

 People gather at Glastonbury Tor to observe the first Super moon of the year.

 

Joanie

After I spoke to you yesterday the intention was to go out to the shops and later the pub, but in the end I thought there was no real reason to venture out in the cold, so I had another quiet day indoors, reading my new book (which I might finish by Sunday evening) and watching the TV. There wasn’t a lot on worth watching to be quite honest. After the second episode of The Traitors the highlight for me was a 1965 BBC concert by Joan Baez. This was to celebrate the fact that next week on January 9^th Joan (or Joanie as Bob Dylan likes to call her!) reaches the age of 85. The concert was most enjoyable. You can find it on Youtube.  

There is no denying that Joan has a wonderful, almost operatic voice, clear as a bell. Also, despite my eclectic taste in music I am at heart a folkie fan of singer-songwriters, although primarily Joan is an interpreter of other people’s songs and traditional ballads. The concert included such trad type songs as Mary Hamilton, Plasir D’Amour, Silver Dagger, We Shall Overcome. 500 Miles, and The Unquiet Grave, a sprinkling of Dylan songs, With God On Our Side, Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright, and It Ain’t Me Babe. (She didn’t sing my favourite Joanie Dylan song though which is Farewell Angelina, so to make up for the disappointment I found a video from 66 on Youtube and shared below).

I did notice a few differences to BBC concerts these days. Firstly, some of the audience were smoking. That would be a big no no in today’s world. Secondly, I have always admired Joan for her political views. As a child Joan was subjected to racial abuse due to her Mexican heritage which coupled with her Quaker upbringing made her very aware of social injustice, Civil Rights, and non-violent protest. To this very day she has never been shy of standing up for what she believes in. In between the songs of the 1965 BBC concert she made a few anti-establishment statements. The Vietnam war was at its height and Joan said those politicians who ordered the bombing were murderers. I don’t think these days the BBC would have the courage to broadcast someone like Joan. There would be calls in the right-wing press for the BBC directors to resign for showing such a lack of  impartiality. It would cause outrage. Just look at the row this year when they broadcast Bob Vylan and Kneecap at Glastonbury. I think the Beeb was more enlightened back in the 60s. Anyway, that was last night, I don’t know what today will bring. It is a Wolf Moon tonight, so I’ll try and look out for that. See you later.

PS,  I just put the BBC News on and heard that the USA has attacked Venezuela and captured the President and his wife. Hmm, I wonder what Joan would say about that.  

Joan baez - Farewell Angelina 1965

Slan Le Van

A cold but sunny morning, sun streaming through the windows warming the kitchen. The ragged Tibetan flags fluttering in the breeze outside. A CD chosen randomly plays. It is by John Hoban gifted by my late brother Paul over twenty years ago. John Hoban is a native of Castlebar County Mayo in Ireland which is where my family came from. so, I can relate to the songs which transport me back to memories of Mayo. My favourite track however was inspired when John saw Van Morrison in a concert that became one of Van’s live albums, A Night In San Francisco in 1993, and that’s the track I want to tell you about. It is called Slan Le Van which translated from Irish means Farewell To Van. Sharon Shannon also recorded a great version of this song in 2000 with John on vocals for her Diamond Mountain Sessions album (See video below). 

Looking for the lyrics on the internet I couldn’t find any, but the song mentions people like Junior Wells, Sunny Boy Williamson, Jimmy Witherspoon and Georgie Fame. Van songs name checked include Full Force Gale, Did Ye Get Healed, Moondance, Madame George, Brand New Day, Tupelo Honey, Domino, Cyprus Avenue, Baby Please Don’t Go, and ends with John exclaiming ‘It’s too late to stop now’. I think it must be my favourite song which mentions Van. After listening to the whole album, I was shaken out of my Mayo reverie by the post lady knocking on the door who handed me a parcel containing a book.  I’ll tell you all about that when I have read it.

Slan le Van by Sharon Shannon & John Hoban

A Fresh Start.

Viburnum

Another new year has begun. I’m full of good intentions as usual. I’ll try and write something most days even if nothing particularly interesting is occurring. I didn’t get up today until about 11.00. That’s because I was up late last night watching Jools Holland’s annual Hootenanny. I didn’t think it was very good this year and gave up on it before the end and watched Rod Stewart at Glastonbury 2025 on BBC 1. I witnessed that performance at Glasto and it didn’t improve by watching it on the television either. It was a nice sunny, but cold morning when I did emerge. The News headline was terrible with a deadly fire at a Swiss ski resort. To get some fresh air I ventured down the garden to see how my fish were. They seemed quite happy in their little watery pooliverse. I topped up the pond and gave them some food. 

Snow Dance

Apart from that it looked quite desolate in the garden as you would expect in the bleak midwinter. Three plants lifted my spirits. There was a nice viburnum shrub covered in white flowers, a Helleborus called Snow Dance, and by the back door an attractive evergreen with red foliage called Skimmia. I took their photos before I came in out of the cold. I did notice when I was out there that the fence is in a shocking state of disrepair. My little shed is beginning to fall apart as well. That is a couple of jobs for me to do before Spring, if I can get motivated. At 3.00 I put on Talksport Radio because my team Peterborough United (The Posh) were playing away to Rotherham. Posh won 0-2 and moved up to 11^th in the table. There is a new series of Traitors starting tonight at 8.00, so that will be my evening’s entertainment. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Skimmia.