" righty ho doll.... even if i don't know if there is a sweet one underneath the hardest external version its possible to headbang into...
"me... only time for years, about seventeen to be precise, i've sat and listened to some music live well it wasn't any live gig i was just in a field in the ACTUAL middle of nowhere very hinterland unlike these ridiculous Londoners come up to say HAy-on-Wye which became a suburb of Surrey and just as well connected and luxurious Bollinger sponsored marquee, tented...
" and you'll hear them saying silly things like 'there we were in a field in the middle of nowhere' when all they are there for is to get their ugly mugs on national, not regional tv...
" anyway there we were merely ,meandering the wilderness on old bikes me and then equal sidekick and we pop into a sort of field that seemed to have a very small gathering pure nosey curiosity .. and this was the moment back then that the music died to use an aphorism... or is it cliche...
" a 'public' gathering in fact promulgated in the once great Time Out of The Marches Broad sheep.. a dozen huddled around a campfire in a field way way off the beaten track... and you would start to get this ' well who are you then and how come you're here..' ...as if their public listing had said 'only clique members welcome here' ...
" anyway only music i like is girly stuff Queen Joan.... takes me back home... and there we were at their campfire having undergone snotty third degree
" and from just behind me....
"exactly.... the live version only difference the cracklin of that midsummer night fire
" and i turned to my lil' Songbird in trainin'...officially
" ' you'll never hear a Joan - either one of em, the first, or the sadder one Joni,
singing a metre behind us... a perfect lifetime music moment, and for free...
listen...and learn.... here's who we've been searchin' for your exact and perfect translator of real musical history...'
" whom agreed later on she would take just a little under her wing
the younger songbird.... encourage her and move forward her not bad ability to sing...
... numbers exchanged nuthin to do with me....
just a facilitator connecting or bridging ...one plus one may make three
" anyway your scumhole supposedly adopted country...
when we were ghosted even back then...
errata she was, trying to take forward that connection with that woman as she-said, willing mother hen
" luv..... it may as well have been
"anyway even if cheerier matters .... like the gorgeous unfaked look on them soldiers faces..
" and you can ' YOU RETARD [ sic, with the best ever interpretation, of a no more word policin' no more bullshit nation] ..... we are ...
vast mate... what a stupid question leave that for lil' landlocked Serbian birds....
we...never end....'
"well that's all very well for you and your big job....until the end of the road trip you tell me part of your birth, right national identity
" but all i wanna know is did you have any nice lil' folk singers, ever made any records? - must be girly....
and not like you performatively - even if actually full on pukka Queenly, genius actin' surly"
But at last even if only when in the best of moods, that glazed eye chappy at two minutes twenty seven
why that look in his eyes as if at the top of the escalater up to so called heaven
never mind the hairdo....that's it! he's just back from the
парикмахер...her mum.
