This weekend it will be nineteen years since A Record Changed My Life. Usually I find time to watch Nirvana Unplugged in New York over again, but I’ll be in Melbourne doing other things. Instead I’m sharing a poem…
I love you for your golden head
Your feet of clay;
For things you did;
For what you might have done;
And even though it all went wrong,
(Clay feet betrayed the golden head),
The spirit encoded in your song
Still breathes its fire, is burning still.
Spot the Nirvana/Kurt references in this photo! If it weren’t for Nirvana Unplugged all those years ago, I would never have gone all the way to Seattle, let alone Aberdeen, and just maybe, I might not have rediscovered my creative self again, either. When I wanted to buy the cassette (remember those?!) , Bryan thought it was a waste of money because I’d “get bored of it’.
I still haven’t – and it led on to a lot of other music in my life. Burn on!
Clearly, this in an oldy, but I vividly remember the shopping trip that inspired it! For just one day (most) shops will be closed, but …
On Christmas Eve
The grimfaced shoppers pile their trolleys high,
Getting and spending,
Preparing for the siege
The season lays;
Peace on Earth,
Goodwill to men,
Can wait until tomorrow.
Only 4 more sleeps, and it will be Christmas Eve once again. We’ll have to go shopping, because we’re having a picnic lunch the next day, in The Gardens if it’s not too hot. No roast dinner and pudding for us! Everyone who has to go to the supermarket for last minute necessities, thinks they’ll pop in and out in a few minutes. But, unlike back in Watsonia in 1981, so many people are about, and up for a bit of Christmassy conversation, it always takes far longer.
Once I get back home, I’ll be brewing a nice cup of chai, to, as Wodehouse put it “restore the juices”. Christmas always gets like that. Thankfully, I no longer wake up every hour or so on Christmas Eve, anticipating the unnaturally early rising of over-excited and hopeful children!