A CAT IN SYRIA

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9am – Saturday’s early morning clouds dish out a warning that a better than average, but not all that when it comes to serious storms, Storm Jorge is on his way (you can just see the coast of France on the horizon – in sunshine! – if you look hard enough)


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10am – Yesterdays death wish puddle gets revived courtesy of a bored dark cloud with nothing better to do than rain some more in the company of his new best friend, ‘a useful blocked drain.’


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Midday – Teeming rain gets me and my carton of porridge oats plus a pain de raison – I was particularly looking forward to – totally soaked and inedible. Maybe I should have bought something in a tin.


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2pm – The sun says a quick ‘hello’, checks for rainbows that aren’t there, before giving up on Earth as a lost cause. He heads off to The Dark Side of The Moon as she never calls him a total waste of ‘Space’.


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6pm – An empty underpass where the old bloke who owns a harmonica but can’t get any sort of tune out of it usually hangs out. No one’s seen him for awhile. I heard that the cash rich tourists coming off the cruise liners in the harbour didn’t like walking past him as they made their way into town.


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7pm – A great night for freezing to death, crossing roads and unwittingly posing for a pointless random photo I was taking.


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8pm – Time to traumatize the pigeons, gulls, cats and dogs with the pointless sounds of exploding fireworks the cruise liners think are OK. That got me thinking I wouldn’t like to be ‘A Cat in Syria’ right now. I might use that as a title for an appropriate new classical piece one day.


Here’s an experimental piece of sound art I wrote a while back. It’s called ‘World of Shadows’, although if I was giving it its title today I think I’d have called it, ‘Land of Shadows’. I hope you enjoy;


As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having your poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG


If you are looking for all my other music then you’ll find it to download on BANDCAMP or you can stream and/or make a playlist of it on SPOTIFY


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‘THE HOTEL CONFINEMENT’

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Artwork by Lee Miller- ‘Surrealism’


It was on the BBC News. The story of Bethany. An innocent 17 year old being treated worse than a serial killer held in solitary confinement because in this so called great land the bigwigs haven’t got a compassionate clue what to do to help her.


I won’t rant on and on but below the link to the BBC website. That says pretty much all that needs saying.


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FOR BETHANY
Your cell is just 12 by 10
No window, no chair, no stool
No lavatory, no sink, no shower
No nothing that isn’t cruel


It’s two years now you’ve been there
Two years 24/7 alive and on your own
So, you’re different from the others
Stay proud, that’s no reason to lock you up alone


They’ve banged you up in solitary
All you’ve got is a mattress on the floor
As a guest in The Hotel Confinement
You get your food shoved through the door


So what you’ve got anxiety
Autism, maybe more
Not cared for by the untrained staff
They just don’t know the score


We’re out here thinking of you Bethany
I guess we number more than just a few
I hope my words help shame the authorities
Help make them make a proper life for you


I could make a song after playing around with these words but never will without permission. To do otherwise would be wrong. What I really hope is that she, and many others like her who grew up only to be let down, get the result she and they deserve – right now; no excuses. Then it’s hopefully ‘problem over’.


As I’ve not got a bespoke Bethany song, how about me and my guitar? Why not. This one, ‘Aggressive Groove’ from my album ‘Guitar Jam – Volume Two’ on  BANDCAMP  is for Bethany. I hope you enjoy.


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THE MOST POPULAR DOG IN TOWN

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‘Alfie’s Back in Town’


Here’s Alfie the most popular dog – maybe the most popular living thing – in town. He’s just back on the scene after a short break recovering from an op to sort his leg out. Now he’s good to go all the old ladies are feeding him the treats they keep in their handbags just for Alfie. He’s the friendliest little bloke you could ever come across. I was so glad to see him again. A shame the owner Mel won’t let me have him as a replacement for my old dog Skipper who snuffed it a couple of years ago. Welcome back, Alfie.


No more words, just another song today. It’s called ‘Punchdrunk’ off my ‘Rainbows End’ album. I hope you enjoy;

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THE BUS STOP & THE CANINE KID

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‘A Chair’ by Someone Who Wanted a Chair

This is a 100% true. Just up from where I live there’s a road that I’m beginning to think is in another dimension in time and space. A big concept to take in.  I’ll explain. The road in question leads out of town into the countryside behind the cliffs. It has an all-important bus stop there and I think the bus stop is somehow the key that unlocks the way in and out of this ‘other dimension’.

Take yesterday, I’m driving along and by that bus stop I see a young mother holding at her breast in a kind of cuddling, yet keeping safe maternal type pose, a small white Yorkshire terrier. Nothing particularly unusual in that? I guess not, yet all the while she’s carrying the mini dog she has a little kid, a girl who has no canine-like features, just a regular kid – about 2-3 years old I reckon – on a dog lead. True! A kid on a dog lead! How opposite to all we’ve come to know and understand is that. So, odd as it’s the other way around in my dimension. I got to wondering if when the kid gets a treat is it a normal biscuit or a dog biscuit? After that I had a flood of random thoughts hit me, too many to deal with in one go.

Anyhow, that got me thinking in a ‘putting 2 + 2 together’ way. You see, just last week at the same bus stop I saw this local, by all accounts, totally blind man who I hear is a really good bloke everyone likes and it’s a real a shame he’s got the eyesight of a bat – although I don’t personally know him – resting one hand on his white walking stick and with the other hand he’s got open an AA Map Book that he’s totally engrossed reading like he isn’t blind! Maybe, he gets to see things in that ‘other place’ the other side of the bus stop and just had a bit of a residual sight when he entered back into our world? Who knows.

Obviously, I need to investigate some more, but something is going on, I’m sure of that. I’m just glad I’ve got a car and don’t have to take the bus out of town.

I’m now wondering if it’s the bus itself I should be focusing on, more than the bus stop. If I go missing having risked a bus journey, you’ll all know where I am and hopefully you will send out a rescue party into time and space.

zoolon other place‘Zoolon Through the Bus Stop’ by Zoolon

Now for some music. An instrumental piece I composed called ‘Time Out’. It has that other dimension in time and space feel.

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THE WEIRDLY DIVINE KATE

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As per usual I wanted to open up this post with something arguably funny. A story of real life type funny. It’s just that, for me, funny has to be put on the back-burner in these days of depressive politics and cruelty home and away. The crumbling state of humans/humanity has done my head in. At least I got to walk a neighbour’s new puppy. She’s a cute little thing by the name of Narla, without a care in the world. I was jealous. She does jump up a bit, as my current high-pitched voice and abnormal limp can verify.

THE OVERLOOKED

No words of torture

When you’re frozen out

Blank faced assassins

Leave no doubt

 

A leper’s bell

You choose not to hear

Too busy practising

Your perfect sneer

 

I’m kicking on stones

Pavement side

Conflict and apathy

Coincide

 

So many games

Just one sport

Steal my thunder

Cut me short

 

Do I care?

‘Course I do

Starve the busker

Enjoy the view

 

Ignored epics

Locked tight doors

So still the silence

No applause

 

You want a refund

I hear you say

I don’t carry cash

How can I pay?

 

I’ll tell you what

You ‘big mouths’ can do

Let false hopes lies

Be the death of you

 

Staying with this theme an old song of mine, ‘The Outbound Road from Hell’. Hope you enjoy;

Finally, something really special – subjective I know, but it works for me. I’d not heard of Kate until I nicked/borrowed her album from under my old man’s nose. It’s from Kate Tempest’s ‘Let Them Eat Chaos’, a song called ‘Europe Is Lost’. This is the Official Video for the song. What I also like about it is that it’s a fan made video. Hang in there and marvel.

My Dream Rescuer & Rainbows End albums are for sale at Bandcamp;

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A SMALL DOG & RUDYARD KIPLING

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‘How much? Seriously?’ – Cute dog. No price tag.

The other day, a day when shadows were having a rest, I was trying to get a clear head before going back to recording my new stuff, so I took a walk around the next town along the coast from where I live. I can’t claim to be a photographer in any way, shape or form but I find taking pictures helps me unwind so long as I don’t go overkill.

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‘Exhibition for Nothing, Art for Free’ – It’s an arty town, and I discovered this decent piece of art stuck down some stairs, painted on the back of an open door designed for seriously short swoony people.

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‘Romantic Destiny’ – When I saw the two dog walkers walking toward each other the random thought, ‘romantic destiny’ hit me. Will lives change the moment they meet? Probably not.

Anyway, some music to fill the void. This is an early piece, one from 2013. A demo version. It likes the volume up. The song follows the lyric. I hope you enjoy;

FAULT LINES – Lyric

I travel the fastest*

In a world that is shrinking, my heart turns to stone

I’ll trade this new freedom for all that I have known

 

I travel alone*

Like a worn-out suit in a charity shop

I’d trade this new freedom, my religion I’d swap

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble, some will fall

 

The pendulum swings

Tectonic plates shift, fault lines are drifting for now

Snapping apart the bond of the peasant and plough

 

Turn around and look back for me

That is the way a heart learns to bleed

 

I can see what needs doing

I can feel all the pain

I can reach out and touch

But I can’t loosen the chain

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble; some will fall

 

 

I can see what needs doing

I can feel all the pain

I can reach out and touch

But I can’t loosen the chain

 

I travel the fastest*

In a world that is shrinking, my heart turns to stone

I’ll trade this new freedom, for all that I have known

 

I travel alone

Like a worn-out suit in a charity shop

I’d trade this new freedom, for all that I’ve got

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble; some will fall

*courtesy of Rudyard Kipling who wrote, ‘He travels the fastest, who travels alone’

One from London Grammar. A song called, ‘Non Believer’. Fantastic song, fantastic production;

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ZOOLON & THE FESTIVAL

 

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In a world where Trump and his like make a good fist of scaring people the best they can, it’s good to know that surreal, kindly lunatics are still alive and well. I just got back from a biannual festival of puppets, the Festival Mondial de Marionnettes de Charleville-Mézières, The Ardennes, France and thought I’d share a few photos of the event.

However, before anything else I should explain that I make no claim to be a photographer – although you’ve probably worked that out for yourselves. What I’ve tried to do when taking these shots was to avoid the generic stuff and go just for things that caught my eye.

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This pic above is of one particularly swoony type lady who was trying to balance a regular ladder in order to be able to climb it. She failed of course, but I was told it was all part of her act. What she was trying to do was climb up to the ‘things’ in the header image and become ‘at one’ with them. In fairness, I think the bloke who told me that might have had too much wine. I should have run with my Plan A and had a word in her ear, recommending she go to a DIY store and buy herself a regular stepladder. The world would be her oyster then.

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Here she is again, still having a good swoon and harming no one.

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Also, she made this out of sand during a swoon break. I think she’s a pretty good artist even if she is on the cusp of innocent madness.

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Here’s a half decent piece of graffiti. I’m guessing that whoever’s house this was painted on has gone up in value a good few euro’s. If I could have remembered what Banksy’s signature looked like and had a black paint spray can on me I might have increased the property value some more.

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It’s a shame I never got to see the person who lives in this caravan. By the size of the entry door I’m guessing that whoever it is doesn’t eat too often at Subway or McDonalds

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I’ve no idea why I took this shot. Someone had set it up in a back alleyway for no apparent purpose. The world is a safer place when people do things like that.

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The girl on the right had a face like thunder. I guess every picture tells a story – even one of mine!

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One market trader discussing the merits of the glove puppet when compared with the string version?

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Last but not least, another shot away from the main event. I took this as the border collie in the pic is a dead-ringer for my old dog, now deceased ‘Skipper’. I wrote a song about him once. It appears on my Dream Rescuer album. The song is called ‘Pain’. I’ve always preferred animals over most people. I hope you enjoy it.

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MARCH OF THE DEAD

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(The picture is a photo inside a cave. I took it somewhere in the middle of France)

For the first time since mine died I got to take a dog for a short walk over the weekend. A small, cool dog called Barney. Inevitably, I had a couple of random thoughts while walking him. Well, more like a random question, plus a random thought. First, wouldn’t the zombie genre have an entirely different edge if zombies had to give their pet dogs a bit of morning exercise before setting off to do zombie work for the rest of the day? Second, what with their giant halva (the most horrible, flaky sweet you could ever eat – like sugar coated dandruff) hands, it is unlikely that a zombie could responsibly keep a budgerigar (or any bird or rodent, thinking about it) as a caged pet, as cleaning out the litter tray would be impossible.  Anyway, it was around this time I remembered I once composed a piece of Sound Art with zombies in mind.

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This is an early composition.  As I was – I still am – heavily into zombie movies and music sampling I wanted this piece to reflect that and communicate an understandable feeling of fear and discomfort.  Out of a library of samples I made, the key elements I used for my recipe here were gun shots, screams, radio talk, police cars, generic zombie sounds, doors/gates opening and shutting, smashing windows, guns reloading, voices and a little music plus some dramatic orchestral sounds. After applying techniques and manipulation I had the finished piece. I like to think it would fit in really well into a video game – I’m heavily into gaming as well as zombies – sad, I know.

https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/march-of-the-dead

https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/march-of-the-dead

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