the niggleodeon (24/Sept/18)

I’ve never understood the DJ’s annoying predisposition for talking over intros and outros of songs played on their radio shows, they seem pathologically incapable of holding themselves back invariably blurting out any old brain-dead nonsense… they say that silence is anathema to radio and to a point understandably so being it’s a singular sense medium: aural… and all the better for it when compared with the increasingly confused bells and whistles that come with television now, so much so it sends the brain into meltdown … one of the few radio stations to get it right is BBC Radio 3 where DJ’s, or more appropriately radio presenters, allow the music to speak for itself and uninterrupted space in which to do it….. meanwhile other stations, more noticeably worse on commercial radio (don’t even get me started on what has to be some of the most grating adverts ever) where they rabbit away willy-nilly over intros, outros, sometimes even interjecting something botheringly banal in the middle, sometimes attempting to sing along, and always, always out of tune and out of time……  with particular reference to the songs often played the intro is often the key moment, its signature, where you know from the first few note or even note what it is and sets up the rest of the however many minute musical journey, and then in they swoop, motor-mouths engaged and liberally swinging a wrecking ball…… if a song required or an artist had wanted the DJ’s verbal diarrhoea overlaying their music then I’m sure they’d have mixed it in at the time…… same goes for televisions continuity announcers, what are they like!... bothering the end credits, but probably not get me started on these either…
beware! low-flying niggles coming in thick and fast!
…… music needs that moment after, to let it sink in, maybe reflect, pause to take a breath allowing what just been heard settle like pollen on a pond…… yet another symptom of the always-on culture, stimulated to level max 24/7… anyway, I won’t go on, though I realise I just have, and needless to say in the scale of things of things is decidedly trivial, but… but when so many of the big things are getting away from us the small things are all that’s left on which to cling……

© 2018 robert greig

scraps (2/Sept/18)

it’s one of those days when all the colours have been drained away leaving a coating of grey…

… there, the best line I wrote yesterday, all the rest uses the word grey a lot and not much else so I won’t bore you with the padding…

… a magpie of crackling outside the doors, yes, as I sit here writing these very words… what came first, the magpie or the words?… don’t answer, it’s rhetorical, and obvious… can’t work out what it wants, I don’t speak ‘pie

.. well, yesterday was a day for news… what a day for news… Costa Coffee has been sold to Coke-a-Cola, sadly another cafe struck from my go-to list… Neil Young has remarried (aka singer, musician, CSNY et al, part-time grump) to Daryl Hannah the actress as it happens, didn’t see that one coming but then again that’s Neil for you, unpredictable to say the least but undoubtedly living to the full… a painting of Nigel Farage, the right-wing political extremist, erstwhile leader of the far-right, anti-European, anti-anyone not deemed “English” party UKIP (aka United Kingdom Independence Party) and incidentally Trump apologist and sycophant was included in a charity art auction and succeeded in raising a grand total of… zilch, zero, nothing, sod all… not a single bid of interest not even in the name of charity did anyone want to sully their wallets nor suffer a charity to receive hand-outs from a representation from the proceeds of what is no better than criminal being one of the instigators in why we are where we are now with regard to Brexit, a UK in tatters where bitterness, bile, hate thy neighbour, racism and division rule this stained unpleasant land… so every cloud does have a silver lining after all……

… anyway, enough of that, three bits of news a day, has to be enough surely… actually I’ve read and listened to far more but we’d be here forever and I for one, and I’m sure more so yourself, wouldn’t want that and have better things to do like clip your toenails or watch paint dry…

… I’m coming to the end of the current novel I’m reading and have slowed down hoping to make it last, I don’t want it to end… a fool’s errand I know but still… I’m sure my next one will be just as good just I haven’t decided what it’ll be yet…

… I’ve probably wrote enough for today, a Sunday, a day of rest, apparently… I find Sunday’s a bit of a chameleon, hiding in plain sight…

© 2018 robert greig

be’leavers (30/August/18)

let’s get something straight, or at least less crooked than seems to be the case in some people’s heads, such vague recriminations as “why did Wales vote to leave the EU?” are as unhelpful as they are uninformed and the kind of ignorant language I expect only from hard-line so-called, self-styled brexiteers, or those advocating severing all ties with the European Union… as in the EU, not Europe the continental shelf itself, in which it has been constantly interpreted in a dangerously lazy shorthand during  this debacle… it is frustrating having to reiterate what is out there for all to see, the actual facts on the pros and cons of what the EU has become from its original inception actually way back in the 1940’s, and yet too many too ready to parrotly regurgitate and blithely kowtow to the simplistic, puerile and all-too often petulant headlining dominating certain media, political and interest groups, neglecting to pay a blind bit of attention anything that requires more than a stretch of a Tweet or suchlike… ‘Wales’ did not as the quote accuses, choose to leave the EU… out of a 72% turnout (figures rounded-up), which means over a quarter of the electorate didn’t which incidentally closely reflected the UK-average turnout, 52.5% voted to leave (though what isn’t clear is individual reasons for doing so) and 47.5% to remain, figures suggestive of a population close to an even split… counting actual people rather than percentages there was a difference of a mere 82,525 out of a total turnout of 1,626,919, which incidentally still left 643,353 who didn’t bother to vote…… hardly resounding nor a landslide nor justifies the, as has so frequently been insidiously claimed and far from justifies the dominating narrative and group-speak, that Wales (as though it is a single mind-mass) voted to leave the EU… such language can, and has in many quarters, become self-fulfilling and merely reflects the consequences of a mood at the time of the EU referendum alongside how effective propaganda can truly be at manipulating opinion, but constantly treating Wales as a scapegoat for the ills of Brexit, an attitude even evident amongst so-called remainers, is somewhat disingenuous and exposes a simplistic ignorance that beggars belief.

© 2018 robert greig