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13 Oct

You stride across storm tossed fields to greet me,
Face elevated by a thousand bolts of neon and a tangerine black sky;
White lit, lofty eyed, voice strangulated into some sick kind of marvel by heaven knows what,
skewering wind, mud and rain to hasten its assault.

Your string missiles, hardly less lethal;
With this thunderclap;
and again,
lives hurled forward,
I think I’m gone,
Strung out, wrung out, prised well loose.
And the rain barely felt, heated at your refrain, like relieved tears, brushes  away the stresses that have fractured my skin.

Push-go,  hurl-thrust, battle bloody persist,
spew savagely forth heart and guts;

lethal armed, incisor sharp, instrument versus voice,
hot blood, new life, mouth to mouth resuscitation,
imperial liquor through each vein and cell,

never was joy like this –
these sublimely spiteful, sacrosanct songs,
towering and
thrusting to the skies,
annihilating whatever shit once was.

On these last crushing chords,
the fiercest screams, hers and mine,
up, up;

crinkle iced eyes melt,
and I’m myself again.
In this wild aftermath,
with these giant smashclaps I pray
I’ll make damn happy hope with them all,
just like you .




Rock is Not Dead 11: Foo Fighters

27 May

Love the Foo Fighters new album, “Wasting Light.” It’s definitely one of their best – full throttle, head banging, freak out rock which doesn’t let up  for a second until lump in the throat track, “I Should Have Known.” (Which could well be about K.)

Favourite track: White Limo.

Loved the Foo Fighters film “Back and Forth”.

Best moment(s): The track by track performance of Wasting Light at the end and the candid way each band member opens up about the band and it’s history. (Apparently no-one knew what anyone else said on camera until they all sat down and watched the film together – wonder if they still were talking to each other after wards?)

Loved the Foo Fighters set at Radio One’s 1 Big Weekend. It was in-credible.

Best moment: the blues infused jam in Monkey Wrench.

Love the Foo Fighters! Rock is truly alive and screaming and shaking it’s sweaty long locks.

Rock is Not Dead or World Contamination by My Chemical Romance.

29 Mar

January was endless and depressing and freezing and I was ill and so was Mr. F. – I decided I needed something to cheer me up –  I booked tickets for another show – to go and see My Chemical Romance.

“Na, na, na” is the first of their songs I’ve ever noticed, though back in November when I first heard it, I misheard the DJ, and thought it was the Chemical Brothers: “It’s a new direction for them,” I said to Mr. F. I was mortified to discover it was MCR; horrific images filled my mind of an overwrought Gerard Way in full “Black Parade” regalia being yelled at by an army of pre-pubescent girls. My musical taste really is regressing! I thought.  I was slightly mollified when I heard them perform “Sing” by accident on You Tube; it was better even than “Na, na, na…”

From then on I harboured a guilty secret – to get tickets to see them live. I finally confessed what I’d done to Mr. F.  He laughed heartily and pronounced them “a sort of slightly rockier Mc Fly!” and warned “You’ll be there with the teenagers and perverts.”

Which was partly true: The arena was stuffed to the gills with tons of hyper- active teenagers, though no perverts that I could see: the guys necking lager next to me looked to be about twelve, the girls behind me had Gerard’s name scribbled on various parts of their body; whilst the girls next to Mr. F. seemed to spend the whole concert filming;  there however, a were a few older folks, like us. I was still nervous though – not knowing what to expect. For Mr. F. to be proved right and to feel silly and too old? Some “Danger Days” fandangoism perhaps?

Their stage was stripped down, there wasn’t much by way of props, the light show whilst good, was nothing special, they weren’t even wearing all their cartoon character costumes, though Gerard’s black jeans/biker boots/scruffy red haired persona, is inspired, it makes him look more down to earth and one hundred per cent cooler in a mussed and duffed up, dusty old rocker sort of way.

My  main reaction was one of surprise. I didn’t really know much of their stuff before I went, apart from a handful of songs from “Black Parade” and  “Danger Days.” Their range is astonishing – there was loads of hard, thrash metal type stuff like “Our Lady of Sorrows”-  the last thing I’d expected, but there were also tender, low key moments, such as “Summertime” and “The Ghost of You,” and punked up, high octane, straight out rock n’ roll like the dazzling,“Planetary Go” and bonkers,“Vampire Money.”

It’s a shame they have a teeny image because it puts non teenagers off and gets in the way of appreciating what is actually, an excellent body of work.

Similar to when I went to see Muse at Wembley back in September and  was seated was far away from the band, the lack of gloss/pyrotechnics didn’t matter, it was the music that made it and their flamboyant, lazer sharp intent. MCR are an incredibly raw and powerful live act, extraordinary even, wrenching every last meaning from their songs as though it may well be their last – they certainly deserve a wider audience than have at present. They could (and should) be up there playing stadiums with the likes of The Foo’s and Muse.

Is rock dead? Is it, heck! It’s just a bandwagon journalists have jumped on to create headlines. It might be true for the crappy singles charts, maybe. But singles sales are sharply in decline – live music is where it’s really at. It’s the by far the best way of sorting the men from the boys.

We’re damn fortunate –  some of the best rock music last forty or so years is being made now – when else have we seen such incredible output of which the Foo Fighters, Muse, Biffy Clyro have released recently – and I’m surprised to hear myself saying this – My Chemical Romance? It’s a grand rocking age we’re living in, make no mistake!