Lido Boz Scaggs

I always thought a lido was some outdoor pool thing but anyway, Boz Scaggs played with one of my favourite music peoples, Steve Miller.

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Chucky La!

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I am happy again.

It’s a strange force I know, like little kitty cats on their backs and my mum being alive and me being in contact with my dad again and being in love. Why would I ever not be happy?
I am.
I love sci-fi and the search for other beings in this and other universes.  It’s the ultimate search. That, and the knowledge that we exist after death. They are the most ultimate for this human life.
This knowledge has been given to us since the beginning of time.
Those Khemitians knew their shit, they knew about life after death. We play it down in our advanced human thinking.
We, I believe, have become ashamed about being ourselves. Guilt is such a pile of poo.
We are amazing. The slugs are amazing, the trees, the cats, the dogs, the horses and the tiny microbes.



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Sly and The Family Stone Sing a Simple Song

How can you not love this. Sing it in the shower. Yaaaaaaaa!

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City Life

I live in Belfast. It’s a very small city with a population of under 500,000 humanoids yet it still has the city mentality. Everyone is moving so fast and they seem to be dreadfully annoyed. It’s a strange way to live. I try to avoid going into town as much as possible because for some bizarre reason which I’ve yet to suss out completely folk see me as, ‘the one who must be shouted at’. Whether I’m walking, cycling, driving or floating certain angry citizens feel the need to vent at me. I’ve become so used to it that it hardly registers anymore, but today it was noted by someone else very close to me. They’ve been noticing since they met me this time around. They said that people pick on me and that they seem to see me as a walk-over.
I’ve had men screaming at me from cars, girls shouting at me in the street, shop-workers pushing me out of the way and the general public walking straight into me as though I occupy no apparent space. I can’t be a ghost because they tend to be meaning to do me harm as though I have substance in their eyes.
I walk tall. My mum told me when I was a kid to put my head in the air, that I had just as much right to walk as anyone else, but I guess she told me that because I felt overwhelmed by the humans. I know I’m human in this existence yet I don’t quite feel completely one of them. I don’t understand why anyone would willfully inflict pain on another being. I don’t understand the love of money and ownership or the games of power. I look at the sky or the light-play on the buildings and wonder to myself, Am I dreaming?
I know I’m not alone in this. I believe we all feel this interjection into this mass hallucination of reality from another place. Some of us choose to ignore it but most I would say really do register it. The ones of us who are angry and shout at ‘humans’ like me because ‘humans’ like me seem open and stick out like sore digits are themselves in a state of flux, caught up in emotions which they cannot accept, locked into a prison of reality where left is left and down is very much concrete. There is no life after death. When you’re dead you’re dead, case closed. There is no meaning, just mortgages, kids and work. That’s it.
I represent an alternative viewpoint, one which seems like too much ‘work’ to even begin to understand, but I truly believe that everyone can feel the pulse from the other worlds, it’s just that a lot of folk are scared of the beautiful immensity of it all. It’s easier to just plug in, switch off and put those blinkers on.
Sometimes I think we should be wiped out, let an asteroid hit or the aliens blast us from the galaxy and then I remember that I don’t care. I have my own path. I’m just passing through doing my own thing, picking up some stuff and chucking a lot over the side of the boat. This life is not the end, it’s merely a blip, but what an interesting blip it is.



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That’s some best friends right there.


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I Need a New Mic

I’ve been living with the hiss off my old T-Bone SCT-2000 for over 2 years and enough is enough.
It broke after many studio sessions with Bonelord.
Does anyone have any suggestions for a condenser ( doesn’t have to be) mic?
I want something which captures warmth for under £200.

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