PLAY #16

PROBABLY THE WEIRDEST MIX I’VE DONE, DUE TO THE FACT I SEEM TO HAVE MANY NARRATIVES IN MY MIND ALL VYING FOR ATTENTION. WHICH MEANS EITHER I AM ABOUT TO PRODUCE A MASTERPIECE OR ABOUT TO HAVE A BRAIN ANEURYSM, EACH IS EQUALLY INTERESTING OR FINITE. HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE WHAT WILL OCCUR.

DALE M

PLAY#15

HAVEN’T DONE A PROPER PLAYLIST FOR A WHILE, I JUST LOST THE ENTHUSIASM.

MY HEALTH IS NOT GOOD, SEEMS I HAVE A CHEST INFECTION, NOT COVID!, BUT ITS A BIT DEBILITATING. I HAVE OFFICIALLY RECOVERED FROM MY SUICIDAL TENEDENCIES, WHICH IS A GIFT BECAUSE I NEVER HAD THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. I WANTED TO BE SHOWN A WAY OUT OF DEPRESSION AND WHAT I GOT WAS A WAY OUT OF BEING SUICIDAL. OH WELL YOU LIVE AND LEARN.

DALE M

CONCERTS OF MY LIFE

  1. FIRST CONCERT – ROBERT PALMER – 1977 BHAM ODEON

2. LAST CONCERT – DAVID BYRNE – BIRMINGHAM SYMPHONY HALL 2018

3. BEST CONCERT- DAVID BOWIE – STAFFORD BINGLEY HALL 1978

4. WORST CONCERT – QUEEN NEC BIRMINGHAM 1979

5. LOUDEST CONCERT – SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES BIRMINGHAM ODEON 1985

7. MOST OFTEN SEEN – SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES

8. MOST SURPRISING GIG – KATZENJAMMER

9. NEXT CONCERT – UNFORTUNATELY THERE WILL BE NO MORE CONCERTS

10. BANDS I WISH I’D SEEN- SLADE / BEATLES/ BLONDIE

INTERESTING IDEA, TRY IT YOURSELF.

DALE M

POPPY DAY

In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

I FEEL NO PRIDE IN THE FIELDS OF DEAD ACROSS THE CENTURIES OF INDUSTRIAL WARFARE… PEOPLE DIED ON ALL SIDES, MOSTLY TAWDRY DEATHS, MADE VAINGLORIOUS BY BEING RELATED AS A HEROIC TALE.

THINK OF ALL THOSE DEAD AND MUTILATED AND THINK, WE HAVE GOT TO BE BETTER THAN THIS!

DALE M

PLAY #14

FEELING PRETTY CRAP TODAY. HAD A SHOCK MY FIRST BLOOD PRESSURE TEST THIS MORNING SHOWED MY DYSTOLIC WAS WAY OVER THE NORM. I FEARED I MIGHT HAVE TO GO TO CASUALTY… BUT I TESTED THREE TIMES AFTER AND THOUGH THEY WERE ALL HIGH , IT WASN’T DANGEROUSLY SO. IT’S HARD TO BE ABLE TO PLAN TO DO ANYTHING AT THE MOMENT, JUST TRYING TO GET THROUGH EACH DAY.

DALE M

DEUS EX MACHINA

DELAYED

We the uninitiated stare at the stage in awe,

The fantastic decadence of the portrayed elite,

Would whistle through the halls of hell,

Even the Devil himself would blanch at their deeds.

And the chorus sing faux romantic tunes,

As the innocents cry beyond their understanding,

Why are we being treated like cattle?

Are we about to suffer a similar fate?

Are we to be piled on a burning pyre?

Like the days of the bovine apocalypse,

Another false dichotomy, a virus easily cured,

But sold as a dangerous deadly pandemic,

And used to be rid of the hidden deathly prion,

Which must be played down at all costs.

Were we wracked with guilt as the genocide

Played out in the blessed green hills of Jerusalem.

The game was so well covered with reverent awe,

That no-one could possibly detect its secret drive,

So well in fact the play begins again,

Another virus, another dread eperdemic,

Used to give the final solution,

Which has been long delayed.

So Dear God, please come down in your machine,

And clear the queer pitch,

Let us get back to more rational horrors.

Dale M 2021