There is a Light That Never Goes Out

A friend of mine (who for the purpose of this blog will henceforth be known as "DJ" - and I promise not to hang this one because he's pretty good most of the time!) posted this video on Facebook last night, and as he'd kindly provided a link I took the time to follow it :)   

Hey Mr DJ!! This means that this particular Création du Jour was originally inspired by you!  

After watching it, I sent the link on to a new friend of mine - we started chatting last week after he'd read some of my writing about a month ago and sent a message.  I often take a long time to reply to emails and messages these days as I get caught up in the creative process so everything else takes a back seat while I do all the planning, preparation and then actually get down to the writing part of the business.  It's now 3:11pm, or 15:11 GMT, and as you'll see from timings on pictures etc, even the preparation for a quick blog about one song has taken a long time.  

The message I sent with it was, "Saw this and thought of you, but probably not for the first reason you'll think of!"  He hasn't yet fed back what he might think my reasoning was, but here it is for the song as a whole, now to be delivered in separate courses!  

I was once very kindly taken to Nutter's for the Gourmet Taster Menu... This is my version of that - and you get to decide whether it deserves the "Gourmet" label or not!  Either way, now I've looked up that link I'm very happy to find that he originally started with a French Menu, and I've christened this in the same romantic language!)

Hopefully this blog will explain a lot!  I read some feedback today that one of my articles was "a bit long but nice to read some positive opinions" (thank you NFR!) and that's not the first time I've seen those words.  I know it myself, so it's something I have a plan for - but this one needs to be fairly long I'm afraid.  I'll maybe post it in sections so you can see a bit at a time rather than the whole thing.... OK, I'll set a timer, and whatever I've got down by 16:15 will be posted... (there you go NFR, you made a difference! Thanks :) )
Edit - I have no idea why I did it, but I've just set the timer for 90 minutes instead of the 16.30 alarm I intended... But these mistakes and changes to plans are all part of the journey, so now I enjoy the view rather than worrying about any perceived inconvenience - Life is so much easier and less stressful this way!! /edit=off

I watched the video, and was immediately struck by the location.  I walked past that very junction and up the road next to it, exactly one week before I saw this video last night.  Wiki WaWa tells me that this song was written in tandem with "Bigmouth Strikes Again"... well isn't just a pretty little ribbon to wrap this whole thing up? Not because I feel anyone should smash every tooth in my head, but because I never really shut up once I get started... lol.  It kind of feels like a game of Pass the Parcel, and the music keeps stopping while I'm holding said parcel!  There's a prize under every layer, and my hope is that by sharing it with you, you'll find some little gifts for yourself!

I couldn't have been bothered to go out last night really, so the "take me out" part of the lyrics wasn't applicable, but the previous Sunday was a different story.  I'd received quite a bit of money unexpectedly, so I went out with my lodger (Magic Mike) and we met up with another friend of mine (Lazarus) in the pub right next to the block of flats he lives in.  There were only the 3 of us in there last week, until another man came in alone - as you've probably realised if you've read any of my other stuff, I really am Little Miss Chatterbox, so the Lone Stranger ended up sitting with us while we were in there, messing about with the little Star Wars figures Laz had just been given (I managed to blag Luke Skywalker and one of the Ewoks, only to find that I actually ended up with an extra Ewok! Bonus!!) 

It turned out that not only does he live in Rochdale, but he actually lives on the street I used to live on, behind the shop that last night's DJ's parents-in-law used to run!  Said PILs flew back from the US of A last week

(Note: 15.23 and I put BBC6 Music on just out of interest.  The lyric said something about "I cut your hair... Delilah... banjo music..." - Next to where I'm currently sitting, there are a couple of locks of my hair underneath my rock salt candle holder next to me that I chopped off my fringe yesterday... OK this is getting weirder because I was thinking about the Observers from Fringe last night (which was a creation of JJ Abrams, who also directed the new Star Wars films, the trailer of which started my writing up properly this time...) and the fact that I can only remember the names of two Observers - August and September...  Those were the months I was busy falling apart - I've spent the months since then super-gluing myself back together in the right order so that I can move forward more effectively... The band are called Fleet Foxes, and on Friday I was telling my friend about a friend of my Mum's who's maiden name was Fox, who then married a man with the surname Hunt.  I've always felt quite sad that she didn't opt for the double barrelled name of Fox-Hunt!  There's also a picture of a fox at the bottom of Saturday's blog.  I'll put some relaxation music on now otherwise I'll be totally distracted and keep going off track.  We'll come back to this later - but the headline news on the bulletin at 3.30 is about the Rochdale Child Grooming case...  This is a National radio station, not a local one)

So yeah, the PILs came back from Florida last week or the week before.  

They no longer run the shop we were talking about, but another close friend of ours lived at the same end of the street as the Lone Stranger too.  He ended up giving Laz, Magic Mike (the mini version) and me a lift to the Northern Quarter for another beer before home time - I thought we were going to Cane and Grain, but we actually ended up in The Castle where another musical spooky coinkidink happened! Then he gave us a lift home where he dropped us outside The fishily named takeaway, which used to be far more matronly and is still owned by Uzzy, the guy who owned it with his mum when I lived on the street in question!  Phew! Did you get all that?  Because I've only watched 15 seconds of that video so far, so bite sized chunks is going to have to be the way forward!

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

When we got into The Castle, someone nudged into my left arm as I was at the bar, so I moved to get out of her way - but it was the Lovely Rita, the embodiment of Youth and Vitality!!  She wanted to thank me for the review I given for both her band Louie Louie, and Gorilla Riot a few weeks ago as we hadn't seen each other since then, but now the Lone Ranger had brought me to her in his car (and he even has a Chase Track!!  Luckily we didn't get into a Chase because his car is very tiny and I was in the back... I don't travel well in the back seat of a car!  But cool that he actually has one lined up just in case a Chase happens!)  

Disclaimer: I do still have a home, and I do still love it!

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

I started the prep for this blog at about 13.15, it's now 20:45 and I stopped writing at 4:30 - the rest has been adding in links (most of which I've never seen, heard or looked at before, most of which are still to be properly investigated) - and I've only talked about the first 20 seconds of this video!! This is why I have so little spare time these days - and I love it!! <3 

Just for reference, the friend I sent the video to used to live just by Salford Boys Club, but I had no way of knowing this as he lives in South Manchester now and I know very little more about him so far... And my reason for sending it to him is much further on in the video ;) 

To be continued*.....













*Maybe!