10 years ago (in 2014) I went to France twice, both times to the South. Once on my own in the spring to Nice and Eze, and then to Roquebrune-Cap-Martin (and Eze again) in August with my American family. In Roquebrune-Cap-Martin I shared a hotel room with a member of my family who snored like […]
Hiraeth
1993 and 1988
No one reads much at this end of the blog these days (not even me). So I can quite safely warble on about being all old and nostalgic about years long gone. Listening to Jellyfish and thinking about the strange, strange year that was 1993 (for me). Pondering 1988, seemingly a “nothing year” for me […]
Recollecting A Broken Brandy Glass
A memory I buried for a long time. An emotional moment that I wanted to just forget about. It seems like I had more of those when I was younger than I do now as an adult. There were numerous times when something stirred my emotions to turmoil and I couldn’t handle that. Maybe I […]
Being Positive About Something That Was Negative
I have written in a lot of diaries over the years. Sometimes they hardly even define a point in my life as anything in particular. Sometimes I will look up a bit of my life I have strong memories of, and be disappointed that I didn’t write much down at the time that tallies with […]
OMG
There is an LP that I own, and its spatial sound, the sound of the mix of all the songs and its lush, reverberating production remind me of a time and a place that I experienced “between lives”. The place and the time are combined, though the place existed long before the time. The time […]
Bicycle Car Nostalgia
Whilst walking in a place I used to live yesterday I spotted a Citroën Xantia peeking out of a garage and was astonished to see it later on when I checked Google Maps Street View in both 2008 and 2012. That sparked a memory of Sunday bike rides around my neighbourhood as a little boy […]
The Night We Met I Knew I Needed You So
The death of Ronnie Spector this week reminded me of one of my earliest memories of “musical significance”. I grew up in the town where my mum’s family were from, and my dad’s family lived much further away in the north. My brother and my mum and dad and me would go to see them […]