Poem: Let’s Talk Telesphoto Lenses…
Life’s too short to give a shit
what anyone else thinks
of your taste. Your find your club
on the internet and someone
will accept you – if the friend you’ve
never actually met in real life is
suddenly affronted that you actually
like Enya or WHAM or big band music
from the 1930s and 40s, or the hits
of Michael Franks or Gino Vannelli
then a new friend is just around
the next click and they will have
every album by the uncool artist
that made one song for you. They
will have a scrapbook with locks
of hair from that time they queued
for three days to get a whiff
of real talent; their scrapbook
might even have a photo of you
from before you ever knew
they existed. You want to talk
real guilty pleasures, lets talk
telesphoto lenses…
Time for another playlist. I made this one a few days back – 40 songs, just under three hours of music. No real theme here, just a bunch of songs I like and thought might sound good altogether. That’s it. But I wanted to share it around – in case anyone else liked what they heard too.
Lisa Gerrard & Jules Maxwell
If you’re anything like me – and we’re probably both praying to our gods now for that to not be the case – you hunt out podcasts to match your interests. There are about 100 million podcasts today. That number will probably double next month. Some seem to stop quicker than they ever started. And some are so daunting to even dare try and catch up with…
What I said was that I’d first read the poem when I was about 15. And had loved it ever since. Had thought about it – and often – for nearly 30 years. And because that clearly wasn’t lofty enough I added that the poem, this one poem, was in fact a guiding light. I believed it had helped keep me safe/sane. Which is probably a line call. But I said it. And 
The Nathan Haines Octet
Hélène Grimaud
Michael Houstoun and The Rodger Fox Big Band ft. Erna Ferry
There aren’t many rules in our house – but a big one is to not have the music too loud unless we all agree, unless it’s party time, unless I’m in the house alone. And to not have competing sounds – no music blasting in one room with a TV still on somewhere else, all computers muted if someone is listening to an album…that sort of thing.