Out for a Sunday ride on a Saturday ….
And a walk another day ….
And a stroll here and there over the weeks, the bored bear hibernating already with 12 hours sleep yesterday, though fighting a bug that Sidonie too concurs, drifting still less ly while patiently waiting for a true mind to stir….. in the night watching hundreds of movies from my father’s collection, many I’ve seen and many I have not….
…. and tonight I looked through the leaves and found ‘Quadrophenia’, the Mods and the Rockers movie, and quite liked for it’s passive micro vibe compared to today, though everyone will say that in their time again eh …. but still I don’t know, cause lately it seems to me that it’s more people against the government on TV(which is a good thing) than some cool dudes and dudettes on the streets of their own weirs fighting for music and cultural differences however equally the same it will seem today. I suppose it just comes down to a spark that makes a difference, rather than those obese flames that most modern organizations can light or put out in an instance.
Anyway, all the power to them, and I don’t mean the one’s of the one’s, I mean the one’s of the one’s that don’t know it yet, though I would like to make an addendum to the aforementioned blah’s, JealousGuyJohnLennon , and at least to say the least, the Mods and the Rockers, the Kings and the Queens, the Hippie’s and the Skins, the Jocks and the Heads, the One’s the other One’s should be like like the Liberals and the Conservatives which is the same thing really, should realize who is different than who, and once understood should not be like them, for they nor rock or mod anymore, though don’t forget to believe….. ElvisJailHouseRock ReignO’erMeTheWho
December 16th, 2010, for my darling ‘STJW’ xo
Excerpt from journal …. first weekend night out, jolly English pubs, then the misfit live music club, young and some old weathered leather looks, bad leg girl hobbling around, every type of sight, ‘Morcheeba’s sound playing in Egypt’esk girl front band with drum and bass pounding derelict chance; lot’s grooving all around left of right’s eye. The bands name is Red Diesel, ClickHere
Another night I ended up at a good vibe DJ bar/cafe in Hastings, no pictures I’m afraid but this …. too young for the pubs around here, and too old for the pixies and their riotous goblins. Last night I felt like Roch(Rock) from the Sidetrack days; standing at the end of the bar all night, stoic, grinning and quietly grooving. Every time I shifted my feet, I could see Roch as I once saw him 20 years ago, shifting his feet for another position on things, patiently waiting for anything to happen and it did …. I got to watch a real life episode of ‘The Office’ Christmas Party’, the manager wearing Santa hat and scarf, came in throwing his jacket like Zoro but missing the stool as it landed on the floor, never mind I could hear him think as his staff were awkwardly standing behind him fiddling with their own things, unable to move from the thin corridor toward the bar. So he started buying every type of drink you could imagine for his misfit staff, most of whom were continuing with their innocent moves on one another whilst his right hand dapper man comforted him with his own squeeze looking lost and uncomfortable standing there alone when his elbow wasn’t near smiling for all the pictures that Santa was posing for most of the time saying things like ‘Da nada and merci buckets’ to the bartender who wasn’t even bothered to be annoyed for he himself was working his own stream of fish angling by. Later outside and on the long walk home on the ice roads, the police stand in the cold line outside the three pubs waiting for the inevitable trouble from gnomes’ wishes over a dish of milk and some crumbs of bread, all worthy of neon’s jackets standing ready to boil a kettle full of dreams.
And this night, which was last night, I wandered into ‘The Room’s', which was serving up a healthy dose of non mainstream music for a crowd of four, well five including me, playing all kinds of diddy’s with that nervous whacked out skank taste one has in the mouth of someone like myself who confidently wonders if this vibe is good enough for even my old friends who nervously drink from a bottle of wine thinking we don’t even know…. and then the one drinking tea and dancing with herself left outside suddenly, Hazel, and being the curious one that I am, followed with my eyes to a young woman lying on the ice against a building without any movement was there by the good tea loving woman speaking to 999 about her condition is when I left to assist too waving to the ambulance looking for some direction in the dark of the night who calmly flashed a strong light in her eyes to begin an evaluation of sorts, to see how the pupils respond even though her hands and body lay coldly on the ice without any response. It was pathetic really, after her young girlfriend showed up to say she was walking with her friend to their flat and then suddenly she was gone just like that. Her friend only arrived after a half an hour of the ambulance being there already, kinda like taking a dog for a walk and then an hour later only realizing the dog wasn’t with you anymore is what I was thinking, besides ‘you’re aren’t a very good friend are you’, so I left back into the revelry of the music with five people, looking out the window to make sure but knew the paramedic dude would deal with the situation, no need to have another there wasting everyone’s time talking about this and that. They carted her off on a stretcher in the end, after Hazel explained to me she was just drunk. Maybe I answered, but maybe not eh, for many drinks and even a smoke won’t make you completely dilapidated like that eh, maybe some super pharmaceutical drugs were involved, but who wants to argue about such things. Hazel was cool though, and I have nothing to say but, the girl’s friend sucks.
After ‘The Rooms’ shut down, I got the courage to ask if I could touch the home piano while the guys were packing up their own instruments and the cool ass bass player said yeah go ahead it’s not mine. So I tried a few chords while standing and then I heard the first guy in the night with his ukulele say to his disillusioned girlfriend hypocritically saying behind my back with that insecure song worse than the rest, ‘a song about love’, in some distasteful way that I immediately stopped, turned, and walked away, after saying my good-bye’s to the good ones thinking, ‘you fucking fool, I listened to you with pleasure playing your songs, looking to your girl every time the words said ‘be there when the skies get grey’, and you immediately attack like a dog who hasn’t yet learned to be a dog, arrggghhhh, so I left yet again, unable to dabble on such a finely tuned piano. So pleasing was the sound when I left I recalled, like little fairies dancing on thin ice ….
The next day which is today, I find my father Tony and his gal Sidonie setting up the Christmas tree, and I’m happy they are and also happy I am not setting up the tree, for I have a personal disdain for the tree even though I relish like a child.
And this picture below is my secret way to survive such normality I can’t explain … the kind that numbs your heart in a way that isn’t true just like all those programs we watch on TV; so much so the words are lost inside a so called documentary meant for us who just watch without doubt, pretending to paint pictures from some blank easel we can’t see really without the help of those who dance in circles demanding taxes from those who dig in the mud looking for greens, when all the while it is simply a spoon …. and so yes, I just look at this and forget all that mumblejumble.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! ENJOY THE ONES YOU LOVE AND I WISH THE VERY BEST FOR ALL IN THE NEW YEAR 2011!
Thank you Federico for these pictures of Asia and I getting to know each other, in our own foreign tongues. Was this the coin in the ear trick part, or the fly to the full moon, or just the beginning?
Christmas Day in St. Leonards …..
Now here’s my jolly nephew Mason happy with the gift bag instead of what is given inside. A classic first real Christmas!
Excerpt from journal …. after all the goodness of a moment in time, I can’t help but feel I’ve sold out when she says with that … voice … ‘I don’t want to but I will’, all strong and true. You’re gonna blow us away one day, you are as you wish, which is what I wish for too, you …
Time to take care of a few things …. firstly the bike. So off I go heading for Oxfordshire, more precisely Wallingford, where Andy and Caroline live. I met Andy, Tony and Manfred on a beach outside of Panama with Jan the flying Dutchman. We all took the same boat across from Panama City to Cartagena, Columbia together, along with all the rest of the gang on that eventful but good voyage of new friends.
I stopped in Reading for lunch, and when I got back on the bike, it felt very strange, like it was vibrating differently. I kept thinking it was the road maybe, or perhaps me since I hadn’t been riding in the last month and a half. I kept thinking there’s a bulge in the rim of the front tyre or something, but I kept riding since I was so close to Andy’s anyway. While doing so I remembered a post I had read in Horizons Unlimited lately, about a guy in Ethiopia on an F650 who needed quick advice as he was experiencing massive vibrations, thinking it was the cam chain. So I kept thinking about this all the way to Andy’s, knowing that I’ve been receiving a lot of metal in the oil the last half dozen oil changes.
I arrived at Andy and Caroline’s and met their black lab Foxy, her boys Olly and Joe and Andy’s friend Ken who came by for a visit, another biker and superior rider I was told by Andy. Anyway Ken was told by Andy about my experience of riding the last few clicks and he came over with a stethoscope and listened to my engine. He said it didn’t sound too abnormal but I should probably have their friend Doctor Duke (another notorious rider friend/mechanic of theirs specializing in Ducati’s but currently working for Kawasaki), to take a look inside and most likely replace the cam chain. Anyway, we went inside and lo and behold what did I find in Andy and Caroline’s living room but a 888 Ducati. I had always read about some guys having their bikes in the house but had never seen it for myself until today of course. Wow look at that!!
So after Ken left behind some really funny stories about his life at his butcher’s shop, Andy called Doctor Duke while I was in the kitchen talking with Caroline and next thing I know Andy had arranged for the doctor to go inside my bike while I was away to take care of things. How kind is that. Andy said don’t worry I’ll wheel the bike over, the doctor will fix and you can pay me later when you get back. Oh man people are so kind, thanks again Andy.
After the work is done, the bike is going to happily live inside this shed until I return, along with our gargoyle friend who is also staying behind while I fly back to Canada.
In the morning Andy and Caroline gave me a quick visit in the historic town of Wallingford before setting off for London.
They dropped me off at a tube station so I could connect with a train station to head back to Hastings to pack up the rest of my gack, and to spend the last couple of days with my father and Sidonie, and to bring in the New Year together.
At the platform for the Hastings train, I really had to take a piss though the train was due to arrive in three minutes, but I went to the toilet anyway. Relieved, I came out seeing the train pulling up to a stop so I ran and jumped aboard, found a seat and sat down as the train was rolling away. While eating my tomato and cheese baguette, I noticed on the digital board that Hastings was not on the list of places to stop so I just kept eating for there was nothing I could do about being on the wrong train immediately anyway. After I finished eating I asked the woman behind me if I was on the wrong train and she confirmed that I definitely was,, though she informed me when to get off and where to wait for the Hastings train at the appropriate stop. No biggie, and I had a great nap within the womb of a moving train.
Another cool gargoyle who lives here in this house in St. Leonards By Sea.
Before midnight, the three of us had a game of Lumberjack, well three of them, all of us winning once, which is really fortunate for us all.
Then we watched the tele to see the fireworks from Central London on the Thames broadcast live for the announcement of another New Year, 2011. May it all be a good one for the people I’m happy to have met and to have known on this great big beautiful world. Peace and Love, Markus xo
Click below, but listen first without watching the videos if you haven’t already heard the songs …..
“Choose a job you like, and you will never have to work a day in your life” Confucius, Sadie says while swapping Confucius with me, brilliant!
My feeling is that sometimes when we want to speak we can’t say what we feel, and the other times that we do we regret what we think …. anyway, here is a montage cause I’m tired of writing a little bit, and just want to see the pictures myself …..
Well to be honest, I just feel like sharing pictures with no ‘with’ words …. and that’s all I wish to say …. and here they come ….. these people we know from this way to that way … you know from the moment they say hey when you’re in their hood, or no when they are not or don’t care but do anyway, all those people I’ve met along the way, this is when we say ‘Yes I’d love a glass of water … as theywe suggest, for this is what we dream of which is survival most likely but not always the case when it comes to bliss.
Yes …. no …. maybe so ….. I am here and there, both at the same time and as time dictates … it’s been a while since I added here … didn’t feel like it …. but now I do …. and yet all I want to see are the pictures, to see what is there before me … and to imagine …. so here we are imagining …
… much love xo …. 
