Just got the New York Sessions album from 67. He was just starting his solo career. Some cracking stuff on it. Early versions of Beside You and Madame George from Astral Weeks are compelling. This is the Madame George cut. Bit of shouting and carrying on in the background but the music and vocals are totally raw and just brilliant. I love the way he's growling it out at times and the Belfast accent comes through on the odd word. (Scuse the awful video that someone has put to it)
I always fancied doing something similar to the protagonist in Kerouac's 'Dharma Bum's when he lives in the wilderness by his sen for 3 months. A decent stock of provisions, loads of books to read, hiking in the mountains everyday and not a soul about. Would be interesting to see the affect on your mind.
1. I want to do an overnight sleeper train, but don't fancy Penzance so much, just want to sleep on a train.
You could recreate the experience by trying to get a Northern Rail train from Manchester to Bolton at the moment. You don't get a bed. You don't even get a seat. But the timeframe is not far off.
I got a train from Narvik in Northern Norway to Stockholm once. Took about 20 hours from the mid morning right through to early morning the next day. Had a cabin with a bed and that. Some lovely scenery.
Pink Floyd REM Miles Davis / John Coltrane - Bought their 'classic' albums and felt a range of 'yeah this is alright' in parts to mild irritation, to actual anxiety to what the fuck is this nonsense? But in general - not for me.
I think that might just be funniest post I have ever read on here.
We are not as keen in general on suppositories in Britain as other European countries are we? The French love sticking things up their bum holes. Scandos are partial too. The first time I stayed over at my ex Norwegian bird's dad's house I woke up with a bastard behind the eyes and went searching in the bathroom cabinet. Found some paracetamols that were a weird waxy consistency but necked a couple not realising they were arse tablets. A while later I came over all tingly and my vision went like an out of tune telly then I passed out. Woke up two hours later feeling ok with no headache.
There's a "Gin bar" opened near us. Lasses going on about it all the time and inviting "the girls" round to"gin nights" at each others houses. All gin to me tastes like it was made in a bathtub with dead pigeons floating in it. Don't get me wrong, I'll drink it if its put in front of me cos I'll drink owt. Our lass has a bottle of "artisan" gin that she got for her birthday. When she's gone to bed I'll have a mug now and again then I'll buy some Gordon's to top it up with before she notices. This has been happening for months, its pretty much pure Gordon's now. She had a glass this week and said "Oh this is lovely, so much nicer than Gordon's." Its hardly fucking single malt is it?
Linlithgow might be a good compromise Smutty. We usually go once a year or so cos the mrs has friends there. Not exactly urban but lovely little historic town. Got the ruins of the big Palace where Mary Queen of Scots was born, nice loch to walk around and really interesting place. Loads of old fashioned boozers that do great ale and food and not far on the train to Edinburgh (about 20 odd mins) or Glasgow for that matter. Just a short drive to the coast as well. Bo'ness on the Firth of Forth is beautiful. We normally stay here just outside the town:
Solid answer that Roy. You sound like you have a no nonsense head on your shoulders. What advice would you give to a friend of mine who is currently experiencing problems due to his parent's embarrassing behaviour? His mam eats Pringles on the bus and his dad sells Avon.