Same As It Ever Was

Same As It Ever Was’

There are those lines in the refrain of the song “Once In A Lifetime” where Talking Heads’ David Byrne repeatedly utters “same as it ever was”.

It sounds like the needle got stuck in a groove and was my looping musical earworm today for whatever reason.

It certainly feels like “same, same” as Auckland returns to another Covid-19 lockdown.The rhythms of restriction return as if they had never left.

If lockdown is overly familiar, and not necessarily in a good way, I do get out for walks down by the local creek to clear my head.

It too is so familiar (but comforting too); hardly changing except for the level of tides that feed it from the sea or when heavy rain falls.

“Same as it ever was, same as it ever was…”

Pacific Ocean Blue

‘Pacific Ocean Blue’

Having just returned home from a week at the beach, I thought I would share a view of the Pacific Ocean from that place.

Simply gorgeous, and with a feeling of infinity, the blues of sea and sky stretching away from the sandy shore.

As the title of this post is the same as the 1977 solo album masterpiece from Beach Boy Dennis Wilson, I thought you may as well also have a suitably summery song from the album, ‘You and I, (courtesy of YouTube).

Link below, enjoy and drift away!

Only One Angel

‘Only One Angel’

“If you want to know what pulls me through

I have only one angel, …that one angel is you”

‘Only One Angel’ – Jimmy LaFave (Texan singer-songwriter)

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This post, by the way, marks 1000 posts on Ebb Then Flood – it is dedicated to my guardian angels – those who saved me, sustain me, and watch over me always – thank you.

For Money Can’t Buy Me Love

‘For Money Can’t Buy Me Love’

Christmas decorations on a disused bank in a Northland town I passed through earlier in the week.

Money doesn’t change hands there anymore, but certainly rampant consumerism is running amok elsewhere at this time of year.

The scene reminded me of the words of the old song from the four wise men of Liverpool:

“I don’t care too much for money, for money can’t buy me love.”

Quite.

I wish you love, and peace, today.

– Andy L.

When The Red King Comes

‘When The Red King Comes’

Two small things collided during the week in way that made perfect sense to me:

A lunchtime walk down to Auckland’s city wharves, where the old wrought iron fence sports carved faces of Neptune/Poseidon in a vivid red.

And a major overhaul of my digital music collection that unearthed this psychedelic/jangle gem from cult band Elf Power (an early track of theirs that lends this post its title).YouTube share below.

Enjoy the pairing!

‘Green Guitar’ – R.I.P Peter Green, 1946-2020.

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‘Green Guitar’ – R.I.P Peter Green, 1946 – 2020.

Peter Green, an original member of Fleetwood Mac and legendary blues/rock guitarist, passed away yesterday.

He was an understated stylist possessed of one of the purest, most emotive guitar timbres in the business ,even if he led a life at times troubled by mental illness.

B.B King said of his playing, “he has the sweetest tone I ever heard. He was the only one who gave me the cold sweats.”

YouTube link to one of his best loved tracks, appropriate in remembrance, ‘In The Skies’ is below:

Listen To The Lion

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‘ Listen To The Lion’

 

Lions, of course, are symbols of courage and bravery.

Courage features in the second part of The Serenity Prayer:

“Courage to change the things I can”

I think about that which I can change at the start of the day. Whether I act depends largely on whether I have the guts to do so.

Some leonine musical inspiration comes from Irish singer-songwriter in one of his more extended songs:

 

” I shall search my very soul

  for the lion

 inside of me”

(Mr. Morrison really rips loose with the vocal chords on this number; the repetition too, as he hits full trance and utters the phrase “listen to the lion” over and over again at one point in the song. It makes for one of his more challenging listens, but that’s possibly the point. I still marvel that Van, well into his musical work by then, was still only 26 or so when this track was recorded – it sounds like someone with way more time and miles under the belt).

 

 

Reflection

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‘Reflection’

Peak autumn on the Tamaki River at low tide; the clear blue sky is reflected in the water lying atop the mudflats at low tide. Plenty of time right now for me to likewise do a bit of reflection in the suspended state that is lockdown, whilst out walking.

The perfect mini soundtrack to this all comes from American new age/neo-classical pianist George Winston:

Enjoy !

 

Endless

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‘Endless’

 

I was binge watching the second series of the Ricky Gervais Netflix series ‘Afterlife’ during the weekend.

Wickedly funny, but also filled with pathos and ruminations on our common mortality.

Right at the end of the series the soundtrack featured Iron and Wine’s song ‘Passing Afternoon’ from the 2004 album ‘Our Endless Numbered Days’.

Key lyric:

“There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days”.

Quite.

The photograph above was recently taken looking over a coastal cliff on a walk ( I haven’t spent all of lockdown on my arse watching TV! ).

The gradations of colour, the deepening sea and the pattern of the waves held me in quiet thrall.

As I took in the view below me; as I watched Gervais’s character grapple with life and death; as Iron and Wine’s gorgeous song played, I found myself drifting….

Listen:

 

 

I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night

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It has been a week of vivid and bizarre dreams for me, some nightmarish.

Perhaps coming off antidepressant medication has something to do with it , as that is an apparent side effect.

At any rate, the surreal shit of my dreamland continues apace.

You couldn’t make it up and you certainly can’t control it.

I’ll wake up from one weird episode and then plunge straight into another one, and so it continues till the dawn.

Deep REM sleep is supposed to be beneficial; maybe, but it is bemusing also.

I don’t even try to analyse the nocturnal art house cinema I am being served up involuntarily on a nightly basis.

What would be the point, really?

But I do have the ideal soundtrack to it all:

The Electric Prunes’s “I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night”. A thoroughly groovy 1960’s garage/psychedelic rock classic.

YouTube link below. Stick this in your pipe dream and smoke it, good people!

    “I’m not ready to face the light…I had too much to dream last night”

 

 

The Strong One

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‘The Strong One’

” ‘Cause isn’t it hard

to be the one who gathers everybody’s tears

isn’t it hard

to be the strong one “

‘ The Strong One’, Bruce Cockburn

Some ruminations:

As to the photo image – the Stonehenge-like sculpture blends almost with the background of trees.

Truly strong people are sometimes unnoticeable.

They are always there – for others, to gather their tears (as Cockburn’s beautiful lyric states); constant and loyal.

Some mistake displays of dynamism, power and muscle-flexing for strong character.

The true strong ones of our world carry burdens without reward and recognition.

Maybe you are one of those that others rely on.

It is hard, to be the strong one.

Take time to take care of yourself too…

 

The Bridge

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This stunning modern suspension bridge over the Firth of Forth was certainly worth a picture, as we crossed over it late last year( don’t worry, I took this photo from the passenger seat! ).

Serious wires!

As I have been filling my musical boots with vintage sounds of late, may I take you on a  transatlantic leap to the somewhat older but equally stellar Brooklyn Bridge, which I was fortunate to have walked over as a young bloke.

Artwork of it features on the cover of  a 1982 album ‘The Bridge’, by jazz/fusion keyboardist David Sancious. Sancious may be better known to rockers as an early member of Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band.

A YouTube link to the sublime title track ,an old favourite of mine, is below, if  you have the time to embark on a sprawling aural trip of your own…