I’ve been manufacturing ‘meaningful memes’ again. Comes from my heart. Playing the victim is a narcissistic trap which leads to twisted outcomes, for oneself personally, in relationships, and societally. It’s addictive and hard to throw off. But it can be done, if thelack of self-respect which caused it is overcome. The interesting thing about this playing-the-victim stance is that it is in complete opposition to the beautiful process of Read the rest of this entry »
AT 🕑pm TODAY, May 24th, MY 14-DAY COMPULSORY “QUARANTINE” CAME TO AN END, which began when I returned from Switzerland to Greece on 10th May. The journey was a highly interesting experience, as I will elaborate below. However, I want to write about this in a manner which would seem to go against the warped grain of so many posts I see on social media. Dear friends, I’ve never been interested in bandwagons or fashions or fads or extremes; and there are many of those around at the moment, which have come into being because of a misplaced absolutism. Let me explain what I mean by that… Read the rest of this entry »
This is my Thought for the Day. You will either love it (identify 1000% with it) or be embarrassedly triggered by it. Either way, may it be a revealing reflection…
The relationship one has with one’s songs is always interesting, as each contains a little piece of one’s heart. But there are some which have a special place in there. Out of the 300 or so songs which I’ve written over the years, “Virtual Embrace”, is still in my top five personal favourites. I was so happy in the studio when it got the treatment it needed from producer, Otto Wellton (who also played the very tasteful piano part), and the arrangement for the Stockholm Concert Orchestra (oh, those sweet, sweet strings!) by their director, Johan Ahlin, and that “submarine” bass from Samuel Laxberg. The song recounts an occasion when I met an old friend after many years and we each pretended that we were happy when we weren’t. “How are you?” Pause. “Fine”. Familiar scene. But between us there was a virtual embrace which awaited fulfilment. A snapshot of truth. Please click on the link above to listen. Here are the lyrics:
She looked me in the eye and said “My dreams are satisfied”
but something else was screaming from inside.
The smile upon her face didn’t match her mournful gaze —
I saw through her disguise Read the rest of this entry »
💥 70 – I S – T H E – N E W – 50! 💥 (and other news too, for which see below) At each measured age, we think that we’ve reached a pinnacle and are at the top of our game; but it’s nothing compared to the future pinnacles which we’ll achieve later down the line. Each imagined “pinnacle” is just a stepping-stone to the next. I feel as if I’ve got more energy, verve, zest or vim today at seventy years old than I had twenty years ago, when I was a mere fledgling and comparative ignoramus in relation to who I am now (and in each single moment I am a total ignoramus compared to the next! 🙂 ). I certainly have more boldness today than ever before and am continually filled with a “nothing-left-to-lose” mindset. For some years previous to this one —having allowed myself to be way too daunted by adverse circumstances — I’d felt as if I was “underground” or Read the rest of this entry »
I WAS GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER ARTICLE about the théâtre de l’absurde contrivance known by its portmanteau word, “Brexit”. But, being in a playful 🤪 geeky 🤓 frame of mind today, I created an image instead. Feel free to share…
WHEN PEOPLE SAY TO ME: “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?” I say: “Nothing in particular. It’s just a day like any other”. Then they reply: “But aren’t you going anywhere?”. When I say: “Nope”, they say: “What? You’re going to be on your own?” (accompanied by a tearful emoji 😥). When I say “Absolutely!” they say: “Oh, that’s terrible!” To which I say: “Actually, it’s fine. In any case, the year started really at the Winter Solstice. I was on my own then too. I’m on my own every night. By choice. This is who I am: A man on his own. A monk without a habit; whose sleeves and cuffs are ragged even when they’re new. Though you may find me writing some poem about the meaning of resurrection or the spear of self-reflection”.
Then I, far from the madding crowd of phoney bonhomie, will hear the fireworks in the Read the rest of this entry »
SITTING HERE ON MY TERRACE in the ardent sunshine, I was going to write about the alchemical effect of music on the soul as strains of a Handel Concerto Grosso drifted through the living-room entrance. But as I began to type, I noticed a heart-stopping, long-awaited sight just a metre from where I was sitting: My little citrus Lime Tree had suddenly acquired a leaf-shoot bump, as I realised on closer inspection; followed later by more similar bumps all over it, along with a number of flower-buds bursting out with Read the rest of this entry »