Cloth and Clay

Today I'll be hosting a Farewell Ceremony for Mike2, who died just over two years ago but without any kind of funeral.  That was his cho...

Mike3 This week my journey through the music of my life took an unusual turn.  I say that.  In fact it's taken many turns, backwards, fo...

It's time for overdue realisations. First, it seems to me that music at its deepest is about human connection.  This is what I was going...

  It was a kitchen fitter who put me on to a  Minirig speaker .  I was bemoaning the fact that an electrician had fitted ONE speaker wire fr...

 This isn't really a sad poem, or at least it isn't meant to be.  It's a poem that comes the nearest to explaining why I, as an ...

Here's a poem about the question I often ask myself.   Happy Writing   Why don’t I write on happy stuff instead of being inspired by gri...

Unstable UN-stabul as Mum used to say it in her own invented language and pronunciation like raddy-otta-meez . And why not.   “English also...