Such a Long Note.

Such a long note
( for the end of The Boy Who Heard Music )

cold turkey comments
"the blog is dead
long live the blog"
the novella ends
it feels like a loss

Dear old mothers
bless them all
ouch - seems like a nasty fall

I think I have
my Method tune
it's crafted from
the Substitute - soon
perhaps the official tones
will pop out of the grid e-zones.

At school I took the clarinet
its in b flat as you might guess
the perfect sinewave it emits
but its fairly flat in its int'restingness

So should I stick with my natural voice
high bass low tenor but stretched somewhat
or pluck that old Antoria acoustic choice
it's a better pick than crashing out the watts
from my Highwatt slave and a Fender Strat.

The universal note I'd expect
is the 50 hertz hum of 100 watts
Peek in the valve head watch that blue E.L.34 plasma
mix with orange from the coil of its heater

Now just wait to download the elements
(the ones which P.T. says 'will send')
and attend the concert for the Method event.

Its such a long note for the Lifehouse in tunes
The 35 year wait could end any day soon.

Chapter 22 Reading.

Reeling chapter 22,
has left me feeling smug.
Back at 21,
I felt PT pulled the rug,
but now I am redeemed,
a little madness flipping out,
Then at the last installment
will it all reverse somehow ?

In two minds
of collective unconcious
(Jung) young stepped from the mirror
and shot out the lights as
satan applied outer coatings of darkness
(not sure why Elvis appears darkly painted)
Leila mentioned but cartoons not likewise.

Just as we watch
uncensored steps forward
polical correctness
sets up a new bridgehead

look deep in the mirror
what appears on our forehead
the audience typing war and peace
on the head of a pin,
teenage wasteland versus carnage
return
old paragraph,
begin.

Nabonidus said...
<<< Except for maybe Hitler. lol. JK. >>>

The sigh(ci)ting of Hitler
as an evil non-victor
might miss out the service
the evils provide us
We dont need to venture
the trials of the temptor
we have seen it before
and caveat emptor

The evils have trod out
such similar bad deeds
a sign post declares
the right and the wrong way
so choice might be easier
when taking direction.
They have done it so we don't.
Need further transgressions ?

Chapter 22. Never a dual moment.

Chapter 22. Never a dual moment.

In all the excitement
of Valentine's day,
it is somewhat expected
to get carried away
from the topic in hand
(ooh, should it be said)
no discussion of chapter
supposedly read.

to keep in the context
must keep off the grasp,
so one little question,
if it could be asked
for John Sullivan's Mum
"oh, please don't charge
for blogging for blogs sake
is our little task".

With twenty three sections
that is madness unbound
there's hundreds of comments
and some of it sound
which leaves me hanging
a little precipitously
about to be back
in the context "melly"

Surely if we all
just started to hum
in a cachophonous rustle
combining as one

the resulting
social implosion occurs
we cease to exist
exit stage left universe.

It could be a rough landing,
notwithstanding,
disharmonius contusions
from sonic collusions.

We're no longer there
in a structural way
like some sort of hollow
uni-dimensional holiday.

The Evolutionary Procession
has passed
its gone in the future
blinked out from the vast.

All the lights have gone out
and we are the dark.
<-- silence -->
has it now all gone silent ?
energy cannot be lost
a cultural phenomenon
compressed into a single spark

As the curtains fold in
on our adventurous day
who stands forth for a bow ?

dropped from a door (slightly, ajar )
in the mirror (albeit in some disarray)
is it the character, author or audience of the play ?

PT jumps in a limo
which swishes away
off to do gigs.
Overseas and away.

TBWHM Chapter 21

TBWHM Chapter 21

"I listened and I heard" but did I understand a word?

A spiritual dimension
with epic intention,
a dream-scape theatre of golden,
(picture) lavish, fifties odeon

an embellished jacobs ladder
rising to heaven
with rushing up
and diving off
in every direction

[ Ray, previous scene change - 79 ]

never scene a stage
with lighting rigged into the stars
as I hide from myself
in the booze from the bars

before I go on
its a solo attempt
a rainbow re-opened
an umbrella event.

There's Ruts on the stage
and rucks in the crowd
the music is muted
pogo dancing is loud

they bounce off each other
climb onto their backs
leather jacket train ticket
is this the right place ?

The sky seems to open
there's a flash back and forth
the fuses burn out
am I brought back to earth ?

[ Ray, previous scene change - 71 ]

I rush for the window,
the others drag me back
the 49th floors
no place to wig out

Guess some of them love me
as they didn't let go
do I stutter in silence
or go on with the show ?

I'm pushing the Lifeboat
right out of the house
they don't understand me
and think I am daft

How can I explain
reciprocal notes
represent rebirth
for ethereal souls

evolutionary rock
becomes the man,
one step at a time.
I think I skipped rehab
got to go back
one more time.


Anticipating the 23rd Psalm,

( "the one with all the explanations"
for those of us struggling, with Pete's quotations.
Expect its really 24, I'm sure you'll get the blog.
Being an inappropriate re-wording from the lines of Quad)

"vox box,
white jacket
with arm straps
five inches long.
I'm back in the padded room
'coz I've been leaping along

Trussed up,
for a whole night,
won't you please just explain,
this whole book and its chapters
in a summarized way.

There's angels and mermaids
a big family cast
as I Loop 'round the present
past the future and dance
ether way, I feel
that I can't win.

I'm coming down,
the Method's causing me to frown"

[over the descending solo outro]

some weeks later, I'm sure I'll fall in.

[ straight into "5:15", where the lyrics fit perfect! ]

Donnie Darko Bobby Shafto Spoiler

Donnie Darko, to the tune of Bobby Shafto,
SPOILER - Don't read it if you have not seen it !!

Donnie Darko's all at sea
hallucinations he can see
schiz-o-phren-ic as a boy can be
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

On the fridge doom is foretold
no magnets to paper hold
but its stuck there, we are shown
Where is Donnie Darko.

In the bathroom drop some pills
visitor in mirror thrills
but who can the evil kill ?
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Mum confronts him in his bed
you stop me reading he just sez
But calls out "bitch" when she has left
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Six foot bunny has a name
great big mask to hide his shame
Frank with Stein has beer to claim
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Airplane engine from on high
crush Donnie's bedroom to a pile
matchwood mid-america style
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Get a crane and F.B.I.
police officer stops passers by.
Wander back from golf course hi-gh
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

At the shrink he gets prescriptions
lays on couch hypnotic unzipping
Supposed to help but his brain is tripping
Spaced out Donnie Darko.

At the school the girls all dance
Patrick Swayze, TV trance
"you fear too much,instead of Love"
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

With magic eyes I see right through you
anti-christ right in our school halls
They march him out with lots of catcalls
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

When I stare into the future
past my eyes I see a bonfire
in your house abuse we show up
Cunningham arrest now.

Darko with air rifle, he aims
analyse Smurf's claim to f-ame
Denies Smurfette is on the g-ame
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Donnie's rifle breaks the bottle
other lads just want to squabble
you spoilt our game too many brain cells
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

The scene in school is mid-hurst high
gymnastics teacher right wing spy ?
she teaches kids Jim Cunningham's lies
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Mark the line of love and fear
or all your credit disappears
the principal is no help here
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

first an escapade with water
break the main with axe and scarper
soak the halls with hose its jolly
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Bumps into the girl he loves
saves her from the sado thug
smiles exchanged but there's no hugs
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Later on walks in the wo-od
Tries to kiss but its no go-od
must be a very special mood
Poor old Donnie Darko.

Presenting "I.M.G." to school
pictures to enhance the mood
Hawaian sunset glasses, cool
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Drive along with dad in car
brake ! old lady's gone too far
what's Sparrow searching mailbox for ?
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

study Phil-o-so-phy of time
wit-ness the worm gel flying by
is that a gun that you have found
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

projecting from the front of chest
points the path to follow next
is this the choice that is the best
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

The old ex-nun has writ a book
leather bound and ancient look
Living Retriever on the hook
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Roberta Sparrow Nun of old
wrote weird book only one sold
time secrets are within it told
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Roberta Sparrow on her knees
watches as burg-u-lars flee
Bunny catches up with me
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Invention though that might have been
it describes a fitting scene
before the run down of the Queen
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Mrs Darko's gone to see
big award show on t.v.
Sparkle Motion wins you see
Dooming Donnie Darko.

With a magnum in his head
Frank Man-ipu-la-tive Dead
I've been watching you he said
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

To prevent a blackhole forming
the prev-ious wormhole is a-calling
must get back to Airplane falling
Donnie, Donnie Darko.

Post746-Feb-1st-2006

Post 746, February the First, 2006.

There seems to be a pause
now Pete's sent some words.
The blogs got a tad stuck, caught, hitched,
around post 746,
Perhaps now is the time to chuck out some lines
that don?t include hoarse prose, tutors or whines.

Assured of a tour, (tar !)
(was that post 741 ?)
there will be a quick flood
from Who fans in droves
that blog on the run.

Tea for Ten, Management Zen

( an observation relevent to the 9-managers-and-one-worker scenario )

I gotta dig in,
far into the earth.
The managers stand around
and discuss what I'm worth.
Considering what
they add to the plot
the story is pretty shortlived
you'd have thought.
They don't have a pick
a shovel or spade
but axes to grind
that precess for an age
And when they suggest
it is time for a tea,
how come the guy
who's to boil it
is ME ?

Ban Poems !!

I have a strict rule
to only do songs
(cos the lyrical form
is more tight and strong)

But note,
that note-less again today
its gone awry, to my dismay.

Its not helped at all,
by blogspots strange quirks
that removes single quotes
instead question marks lurk.

Eat shoot and leaf ?
it is a matter of surrender
and makes One wish
to go out on a bender.

Weld Domination (for The Boy Who Heard Music)

For weld domination,
the dog pack's obeying.
Rather whines, sniffs and wimpers
and wearing christmas jumpers,
than competitive issues
and drunken Miss Construes.

There must be a squeaky wheel
demanding and fighting
They rush to the front
don't care who they're bargin'.

But mostly they're thinkers
and world bleary writers
an interesting mixture
of intrigue and blighters.

I've hidden this here
so it won't be read
At least not until
I've disappeared off to bed.

And the Last Clunky bit
I haven't time to fix :

Oh look
how big
the commenters count is,
from a hundred to thousands
per chapter
like swarms where bees drip off.

Hope they haven't clicked yet
(that) Life House musical themes
and maybe even Grid dreams
could be retrieved,
nay be rewired, solely from this.

Your Favourite Rock Quote

Your Favourite Rock Quote.

As a matter of course
rocks don't speak
but if they could
it would take a week
though sound travels fast
through rock,
in roll it's muffled like a sock.

If rok birds could speak
they would be awk awk awkward
stutter and squeak
with little thought about it.
but the Stones
are well known
for pebbles of wisdom
I suppose it depends
on which beach you are living

Status Quo,
ever the same,
are quite quotable in
the rock n roll game.
Those same twelve bars
"rockin' all over the world"
while Rick Parfitt rythmns
Telecaster blue licks
beneath blonde curls

John Peel, bless his socks
had a favorite quote thus
"I was born with a plastic
spoon in my mouth".
Who would substitute any other song.
"I can't explain, but,"
he was never wrong.

Spike Milligan, alas passed,
had furore for planning permission
his tombstone in gaelic had to be written
(a two year wait before the diocese gave in)
"I told you I was ill" he wanted his epitaph to say
they still hide his comedic expression today.
Strange decision,
considering his iconoclastic precision.

The Missing Ellipsis

The missing ellipsis
fell off the stage.
It careered off the floor,
then rattled a page.

The lookers looked on,
while others enraged.
When bounced to a halt three
dots
faded
away

The enraged exploded
in fits of peak peek pique
and ripped out what remained
of the rest of the seats.

The lookers that looked
just looked a bit de-stressed
then headed backstage
for a ligger like fest.

Pete's Film. The Sing Along Version.

Before we get to the Lyric :

Pete Townshend has made a film, Shown on WhoTV,
that shows how tricky it can be to work on music amongst a general domestic situation.
This lyric represents some aspects of that film, and uses direct quotes from Pete,
especially in the chorus.
But I guess, PT might not like the additions interposed, anymore than the direct quotes.

So don't forget to visit http://petetownshend.com and click on the little icon that says WhoTV

(a)The use of "Ol' Pete" refers not to age, but is more like "the same old me".
Perhaps a fix is to title it 'Good old Pete' ? I prefer "ol' " written as "ole"
but voting has it thus so far.
(b) Swapped to make nearly all of it first person, rather than swapping at the first chorus,
so the narrator's out of a job.
(c) Further adjusted for some timing.
The "< >" indicates a rest.
( but mostly it's based on fixed syllable count, rather than a short vs long syllable etc so its fairly crude. Also there is currently a verse which might need to go, as it's pace is a bit off.)
(d) In 2 cases, The is on a line before the verse. Its a little bit optional, but would overlap the prior bar
(e) Last lines may represent spoken/hanging comments and be deliberately out of pattern, although that can be annoying. Sorry, may hack them off later, or italicise when I'm in a formatting editor.
(f) When I work out how to do the Journal bit about this, I can split it up so it makes sense...
perhaps.


I'm ol' Pete, < >
feeling sick'ning,
percussion beating up my mind,
Watching films in private darkness,
headache stalls the daily grind.
Here is how to tinker drum fills
with TV screen harsh on the eyes
The headache shuts down useful thought
and tinnitus does it every time

Exercising some guitaring.
Echoes cross the studio. < >
will the next song,
please come rushing,
from the Ether. Musico. < >

(Chorus)
I'm not Ray High,
I'm not Roger,
I'm not a fan of the Who,
I'm not Jimmy,
I'm not Tommy,
I'm just ol' Pete,
and who knows who.

Delightful outside rainy day,
clear my desk so I can play, < >
chord and crib notes on display,
but no biography today. (no, no)
Blank page keeps on staring back
pick up blonde guitar and hack < >

recording room, stack, electronics
patching bay and eight track on it
backing tracks selected allright
re-tune strings so chords ring just right
(really that's about easier fretting
but rhymes like that are tougher getting)

I'm not Ray High,
I'm not Roger,
not a Who fan,
But I'm One,
I'm not Jimmy,
I'm not Tommy,
I'm just ol' Pete,
a story telling Man.

rock enrolling hall of fame,< >
introspection what a game < >
Have you seen the daily pain, < >
frequent stops to have a worry
then notes come inside a flurry

The
flow is stifled and so it goes
the headaches rack
the will to roll.
Percussion's noted
as the poison,
causing those blue eyes to tighten.
later springs a jamming session,
where the rhythm runs like lightnin'.

I'm not Ray High,
I'm not Roger,
not a Who fan,
But I'm Home,
I'm not Jimmy,
I'm not Tommy,
I'm just ol' Pete,
story telling done.

The
flow is stifled,
I'll accept no copy,
Reporters banned
for at least a time.
( Eventually, suppose I'll give in,
rattle on for quite a while).

Tried out my new strained voice, < >
unlike pure notes it sounds just hoarse.
Still natural to me, of course.
It fits the music like a greyhound,
runs along as I rehearse,
but I never catch the rabbit first
(not tempted by a rabid thirst)
There'll be more words fit in this verse

I'm not Ray High,
I'm not Roger,
not a Who fan,
But I'm One,
I'm not Jimmy,
I'm not Tommy,
I'm just ol' Pete,
the story is still going on.
Perhaps for a change, I will film this one.

I Left my Heart in San Francisco

(A little light Trek humour, to the popular tune, "I left my heart in san francisco")

I left my heart
in San Francisco
Or rather
someome beamed it
Out of me
It was a shame
it ticked along quite nicely
and then some Kazon
came and whipped it
all away.

I should have known
it wouldn?t pulse
forever
Right from the start
it would thud
in times of stress
But I never thought
parting would be electric
went in a moment
with a soggy sort of hiss.

WhoTV

The fur doesn't fly,
and no one dies,
on WhoTV.
Elsewhere slights and poison,
messages slide,
across the forum.

Some say they never listen,
but they still gotta ignore us,
there's a gap in there,
big enough to drive a Taunus
(if you're taurus).

There's mention of crazy fans
getting in a camera tent,
Maybe We will be,
on WhoTV

The boy who heard music
is serialised,
and everyone tries to overcook it.
A million bit comment
to fill out the screen,
let's just skip over all of it.

There's some serious knockers
and some joe bloggers
on here though,
so we'll run and hide
from the Islander guy, in his Evil Overseer guise.

Hey man, bender rules,
is it wall to wall smiles and beer for you too.
On WhoTV.

( WhoTv - available at petetownshend.com as we speak)

A free Launch

There's no such thing
as a free lunch.
But starting here,
there seems a bunch.

I will get off
to a flying start
as soon as I've worked up
an appetite.

Its heady up here
in the Blogosphere
floating on bit speed
wire we hear.

I'm glad you asked
Its not a sure thing
one knows
But a free Launch
needs a free style approach.

(c)stef.s. 7Nov2005