I swear a lot,
sometimes under my breathe,
quite often out loud and with force,
I have no problem
when alone
of using four letter words
to which would shock
the easily offended,
if the pain fits
then swear
is my motto.
However
in the days when your phone
and computer can hear what you
are saying, the expletives
you utter are to be a warning,
I am often surprised though
that every time
something or someone annoys me
How ridiculous
we have become,
equality is the corner
stone of true civilisation
and one that is under-threat
by the preposterous demands
of those who seek
to undermine it,
suing to be believed twenty
years younger,
just to be able to look
great in the eyes of women;
oh foolish creatures that we are,
all the battles we have endured,
all the insanity life can throw
upon our minds,
to be undone by the nonsensical
man in search of sex.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *
There is still time, an illusionary discourse perhaps as all things must eventually fade from view but as we approach our own deal with our makers and accept that we cannot go on forever, so we begin to see Time as our witness, our star spectator and possible judge. For Time is the harshest critic and the kindest of opponents, Time is the beat between the strings of the truculent guitar, the pulse in the drum pattern and the throb of delight as the lyrics of a career fill a venue, the volume drowning the thought that in the end, everybody says goodbye one final time.
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Even the sternest downpour on any given day in Birmingham would find it demanding, a grim and tiresome challenge, to attempt to quell the fire in the hearts of Florida’s Obituary and their fans; a monsoon of emotions erupting as the first toll of the metal bell was heard, the swathe of the audience that had made sure of their places for the first act of four to grace the Birmingham Arena, a notice given, the tributes written possibly in advance, retirement for the main event of the evening. For Obituary, the rain that had fallen, the deluge that had swept over the city streets, was soon forgotten, this was a return to the Birmingham public and one that was greeted with heated passion.
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There is no such thing as the background, no place where silence can truly be the dominating factor, not when you are an artist. It matters not where the artist resides, their field, their chosen place of expression, what others may consider to be a place of no production, is in fact a factory of ideas being turned over, modified, refined, tested and worried over; just because you don’t understand the process in which the artist has to find that special muse, does not mean they aren’t being productive.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Extravaganza is a large word to live up to, it holds an allusion in its embracing hands that few can seriously make peace with, that many fold under the pressure of pursuing, the sense of the spectacular image being torn down by the performer as the sentence and expectations of the public become downed by the realisation that nothing truly can ever top the bill to the point where baited-breath and eyes on stalks witnesses such majesty.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The tracing of roots and original conception can be one fraught with enclosure, of stepping back into a time in which the ideas may have been free-flowing, but they weren’t as adjustable, as patiently unpicked and stitched together with solemnity and duty of care.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
If only life was easy as others seem to make it be, but then if it was, how would we acknowledge genius, how would we praise hard work and determination; life is awkward, demanding, it is the challenge we must all seek out and relish when we have the opportunity to grasp the chance to inflame the passions pf others, life is easy if you want to never have achieved something beautiful, held something extraordinary, if you want to thrill a set of people and be the Raconteur at the party.
Handing my wife
a jumper I had worn
for a couple of days
to keep out the cold,
I asked
whether she thought
I could get one more night
out of it.
Bewildered, she first smiled
and then replied,
I don’t know about that,
but you might get it to
play the opening drum section
of In The Air Tonight…
Ian D. Hall 2018
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
People make much of debut performances, the rite of passage which is seen as historic, the wish to not only enjoy at first-hand what the future may bring, but perhaps to deliver the knowing smile in homely company or at the places of work the thought that you were there to witness it.