It’s an age-old prompt – what would be the soundtrack of your life – and it is a prompt I stare at now and again thinking I can’t name one piece of music, there are too many. Normally once I work that out, I delete the prompt from my thinking. For me, music can, and frequently does, catch a moment. I am 57, and there have been so many moments. So I can’t say one piece represents my life above any other. And I am not going to.
However, I suppose as a music lover I can offer a piece of music that is in my right now – oh I love this list. No, it’s not Metallica or even metal, but I think, in his day, Vivaldi was rocking it. As I love Vanessa Mae too, it is her take on Vivaldi.
Now I can see the old biddy who used to live down the road, she was very much a classicist, wagging her Royal Doulton at me for the sacrilege – and that’s put a grin on my face
All I can say is I guess I am not as old as I thought and remain middle-aged after all being a raging coffee-head is as much an addiction as any other. Having said that if coffee was alcohol, I am long past the pisshead stage and it would take centuries if not millennia for me to sober up.
‘Ow do, my peeps, Old Bill gettin’ wif it – well, until the warped rough-hewn horn-beast of a writer showed me txt-spk – what is that evil? From whence did it come? Oh well, my dears, Sonnet 5.
Sonnet 5 – Those evil hours
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer’s distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet
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Lol coffee? Did you mention coffee? And being a pisshead? Lol that is me too! And I’m only 43!
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