First … time for a little ditty from an ole guitarist, Ry Cooder:

Actually, David Lindley also played guitar on that track. Right … going to state, categorically, that I have never in my life moved from one sister to another … there have just been some things happening in RL in the last few days which two people know about, involving a big sister, long gone in the mists of time.

Just reminded me of the song, that’s all, plus the idea of returning to memories … hmmmmm, not at all sure about that as an exercise. Mixed. First there’s an album from the 70s by a German band, Thirsty Moon, called You’ll Never Come Back. Well I have … here I am for now … back. Who knows for how long?

Two other songs spring to mind … O Flower of Scotland … with:

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again

Phew … talk about Britain in our case being right there in that position now. The other song was The Carnival Is Over, by the Seekers.

Now that song I’ve written of before. The scene was a warm summer’s evening by a bay, on the beach in Victoria, Oz, in the late 60s … endless summer, zero concept of that freedom ever ending, and a group of us were trudging through cool sand (I suppose) up to an actual, a real carnival, up in town beside a pier jutting out into the bay.

The wind was variable, the evening otherwise calm … we were just happy to be going to the carnival. The wind changed direction and the tannoys at the carnival suddenly sent a song our way … Judith Durham and that song. I swear that that is in no way embellished, embroidered … that’s exactly how it happened, the rest of the memory gone.

Some time after that, I did return here, drove north from London … there we go … things can suddenly change. Moral of the story? Appreciate what we have while we still have it.

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(1048) Sorry about the overkill but here’s a live version of it:

If you really want overkill, longsuffering tavern patrons, wait for Sunday afternoon around 1600, ha ha.