THE COUNTRY & WESTERN ROCK ‘N’ ROLL SINGER

Image by Christine Renney ChantingAll eyes on the piano stool toting murdererA hundred wooden splintered shards at his feetSun days he’d rocked and rolled, 1957Where had the motherfuckers been then?Leather jacketed greasy long hairsThey looked like girlsBut not his kind of girlsFerridays, pretty girls dancingSweatyBig leggedIn tight summer dressesWickedly guidingTongue and teethHands and hipsPutting theContinue reading “THE COUNTRY & WESTERN ROCK ‘N’ ROLL SINGER”

HER BLUES

Image by Christine Renney In the beginning she dancedAnd he watched trancelikeFollowing from a distanceMesmerised untilAwakened by the reverenceSurrounding himA colourful arrayItinerant troupeSpectators agapeHe faced a forbiddingGrey suited austerityWords storing in his headBuilding the rhythmThat pulled him to herUnbidden he called her nameInside a thrashing tentAnd she ran from the promisesThe white marquee asked ofContinue reading “HER BLUES”

MEMPHIS ’68

Image by Christine Renney Looking downWearied Another ceremonyJetlag Another awardRush hour traffic Far from homeHe felt oldWhy? Another audienceUnfamiliar sights Red busesTottering precariously Busy people with destinationsJobs to do Rain turned to redWet black concreteTo blind white dust Objective facesTo anger People mourningAppalled, astounded His audience thenA man with a dreamMurdered Pulling himself fromThe windowContinue reading “MEMPHIS ’68”

THE FOLLOWING

Image by Christine Renney Ella wouldn’t give in. She had plagued Stephen with questions, forcing him to answer. But he was the boy who didn’t know, who supposed. He was the boy who wouldn’t say, who couldn’t commit and he answered mostly in shrugs. When Michael joined them and decided to make an effort, sheContinue reading “THE FOLLOWING”

THE LION’S DEN

Image by Christine Renney Mum owned a phonogram and A collection of 45’s Marty Wilde, Lonnie Donegan, Tommy Steele The Everly’s and a host of others Did battle and she danced Paul was crawling then and I ran amok My first playground And I added, with my feet, To the sound She would lift PaulContinue reading “THE LION’S DEN”

MARK E SMITH – HE WON’T REST IN PEACE

I am so sad to hear that Mark E Smith has died.  I have been listening to The Fall for forty years, for as long as I have been serious about music.  I was a little too young for Punk so for me it was always the music which came afterwards and I quickly realisedContinue reading “MARK E SMITH – HE WON’T REST IN PEACE”