Friday, March 31, 2017

This Aint Rock n Roll This Is Social Media

Hmmmm….  What does everybody think about everything?  And what does everybody think about that?  Are my friends electric, eclectic or biometric?  Who cares?  I’m liking it anyway!  Howdy screen-ghosts and welcome to the evidence-trail, the plastic-agora, the tar-pit of eternal doom and friendly watering-hole on the corner where ya bump into all kinds of critters…..  (hang on – I’m just gonna check my notifications)  oh man!  I just saw this hilarious video!  See, there was this hamster, yeah?  And it was all dressed up…… and it was like riding this little tiny bike?   it was just sew funny…….    I’ll send you the link – no really – it’s no trouble!  You just have to see it! 
Η ΓΑΤΑ - ΣΤΕΛΛΑΚΗΣ ΠΕΡΠΙΝΙΑΔΗΣ - 1937
ΧΑΣΑΠΙΚΟ του Στελλάκη Περπινιάδη   
Ορχήστρα μς ακορντεόν, κιθάρα, μπουζούκι και δύο μαντολίνα.

Diamond Dogs – David Bowie 1974



See you online, suckers!

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Ephemeral Flim Flam That Fluttered Once Forth To Froth

So there I was, walking down the road, when all of a sudden-   
(Open a new tab and expand your image)  Ancient geometrical rhythms, patterns in the cloth, the march of the mountains, a faded colour-postcard, Kodachrome film flickering, people in outdated clothes, hats, newspapers clutched, streets bustling with gone-people, living-only-in-film-people, black-and-white-film-people gone drifting back in time.  
Τρυγόνα

Πήγαινα Το Δρόμο Δρόμο - Pigaina To Dromo Dromo

Μοιρολόι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

Γκάιντα Πυρσογιαννίτικη - Μαστοροχώρια Κόνιτσας (Ήπειρος)


Friday, March 24, 2017

Dream Yesterdays Summer

Ain’t always got the time to dream and slip into the summer meadows yesterday, dappled sunlight in the trees, through the meadow and into the tress, drowsy with summers’ torpor dropping like honey-flies from the leaves of the trees, glinting in the glade so cool.  Time to slip and slide to where stupas melt in time and fjords reflect the pure sky…  through the meadow and into the trees….   through the wildflower meadow, buzzing with insects of summer grass.  Into the trees, into the trees.....  
Scritti Politti – Doubt Beat

The Lyres – We Sell Soul

The Versatiles – Someone To Love

Junior Byles – If You Don’t Know Me By Now

ΜΑΡΟΚΟ, 1940, ΜΑΡΚΟΣ ΒΑΜΒΑΚΑΡΗΣ, ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΟΣ ΧΑΤΖΗΧΡΗΣΤΟΣ
Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940

ΕΛΕΝΗ ΜΙΚΡΟΠΑΝΤΡΕΜΕΝΗ, 1936, ΧΑΡΑΛΑΜΠΟΣ ΠΑΝΑΓΗΣ

Slip into the dream of consciousness.....

Sunday, February 26, 2017

How do you be lost in the Void?

How do you be lost in the Void?  How do you do it?  By not knowing that you are lost in the Void – this is the best way to be lost in the Void.  Do you be lost in the Void for lack of a valid ID?  Do you be lost in the Void when you think you are found and not in the Void?  Do you be lost in the Void when all the time you were really just lost in the Void?  Isn’t this a cause for laughter? 

Join Together – The Who

Let’s Get Together – H.P.Lovecraft

Let’s Work Together – Canned Heat

Monster – Steppenwolf

Friday, February 17, 2017

Lepidopteral Nichtiplanctus

Noctambulistic nichtiplanctus.  You have to count everything in nines.  That’s the secret.  They have take-outs and tekes – take your choice.  Choose your toke.  Take a choke.  Crack a joke.  Shake like a jelly and watch the tsifteteli. 
Stou Thoma To Magasi From The Rebetiko Movie
Ρόζα Εσκενάζυ - Χόρεψε μου τσιφτετέλι
Ροζα Εσκενάζυ - Μας κυνηγούν τον αργιλέ
Στελλάκης - Ρόζα: Μάρκα μ' έκαψες
"Μάρκα μ' έκαψες" ή αλλιώς "ο μάγκας και η ρόζα".
Το τραγούδι είναι σύνθεση του 1933 απο τον Ιάκωβο Μοντανάρη.
Τραγουδούν ο Στελλάκης Περπινιάδης και η Ρόζα Εσκενάζυ.
Στις κιθάρες είναι οι Σπύρος Περιστέρης και Κώστας Σκαρβέλης
Σα φουμάρω τσιγαρλίκι Στελάκης Περπινιάδης 1935

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Watchagonnado

Watchagonnado when the rain comes down – watchagonnado when the rain comes down – showers of words when the rain comes down – running down the page when the rain comes down -  watchagonnado when the dream wakes up – watchagonna do when you wake from the dream – moon in the clouds in a silvery dreamscape – sailing through gaps in a nocturnal moonscape – watya gonna do when you wake from the dream, what’re y’goin’t’ do when y’ wake from y’ dream?
Bowie – Toy (Album)

Pat Kelly – How Long

Pat Kelly – Dark End of the Street

Prince Buster – Dark End of the Street

Gram Parsons – Dark End of the Street

Ken Parker  - My Whole World is Falling Down

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Dr Polka at Wheal Roots – Notes From Underground Cornwall Plus The Real Caterpillar

I’m Dr Polka. In 1976 I started work at Wheal Roots which became ‘Poldark Mine’.  As  a 16 year old miner I literally entered a new world. Blasting our way through granite, we hooked up with old workings and though I didn’t know it at the time, we bored our way into a skoven, a tin-ground, with a history that goes back to prehistoric times. This experience forms the basis for my fiction story, The Janetta Stone, which is in my ebook, The Horned Whale.  Some day I’ll write the real story of those mining days.  The tunnels we ‘mucked out’ by wheel-barrow during the days of Britain’s Punk explosion - for £16 a week - were later used for the mining scenes representing ‘Wheal Grace’ and ‘Wheal Fortune’ in the BBC’s Poldark drama series.  Somebody certainly made a fortune  but it wasn’t the miners.  Repetitious history.  Down Poldark Mine these days they have mannequins of eighteenth-century boy miners – they don’t actually look a whole lot younger than me and my fellow-‘tinners’ from the seventies.                     
Oh Beejayzus!  The things a fella’s gotta do t’ earn a crusta bread in these crazy days – hmmmm,   let’s see now – where was I?  pppffffssssssshhhhhhhhooooooouuuuuuggghhhh!  Hey, I thought you could just dig money up!  Like in the olden days – but then I always was a bit of an impressionist, like, from back in the Golden Days.  So anyway, there I was, diggin’ and  a-delvin’ like a Devla down ol’ Wheal Roots of a Wendron afternoon, tryin t’ make a kroust, when all over a sudden like I gets the idea t’ try me luck in the litricher trade, just for the halibut like.  So I’m here t’  tell youse about me new book – it’s a noctambulatory masterpiece like, well, it’s a piece anyway – a piece of something…… 
The book’s called The Horned Whale or An Morvil Kornek, by Jeremy Schanche.  Check it out here…
http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/the-horned-whale-by-jeremy-schanche.html
…and may God have mercy upon your soul.
(P.S. – and I really am taking the P.S. now… )  It’s available at most ebook sites and you can get it in a format to fit any device, however suspect.  Most sites let you sample the first 100 pages or so for free.  The ISBN is 9780993490910 and with this you can locate the book.

Let’s Submerge - X-Ray Spex

Mole In The Ground – Bascom Lamar Lunsford

The Beatles – Paperback Writer
(Note the shot of the Hoffner Bass right at the end)

Suspect Device – Stiff Little Fingers

Bal – My mining playlist

Delyo Syvy – Brenda Wooton
Are you thinking of going underground?  I’ll see you down there! 
Yours,  Dr Polka