Remaining sanguine has been a challenge in the last five years, since Karen’s diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer.
In the absence of a possible cure, she describes herself as a ticking timebomb! I perhaps wouldn’t subscribe to that particularly wording, however, I suppose it’s a good descriptive term for the uncertainty the family lives with!
As I write, my little Mrs is ironing while watching some daytime drama. I’ve no idea what it is, nevertheless it contains a lot of shouting, overacting and incidental oboe music! That’s the daytime drama by the way, not Karen’s ironing! …… Although, on reflection it possibly does cover her ironing as well! ….. With the exception of the incidental oboe music!
I’m a bit concerned about her as she is tired and looks a bit grey around the gills today. So I’ve suggested she leave the ironing……… And go make me a cup of tea!! She hasn’t responded yet but she seems to be heading towards me with the hot iron!
Instead of incidental oboe music, we are listening to a David Bowie playlist on Apple Music. The iconic anthem ‘Life On Mars’ is playing as I write this particular paragraph. The song contains the following lyrics, which is one of my favourite verses written by the legendary London born singer/songwriter, who passed away yesterday:-
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again, as I ask you to focus on
A verse of surreal, almost incomprehensible lines delivered as though he’s toying with listener, challenging them to make sense of his random sentences. Most people then, not to mention now, probably wouldn’t have a clue what he was referring to in those twelve lines of prowse…… I certainly didn’t!
Like me, most would have loved the song melody and sung along to these crazy words; without any real idea what they were singing about.
I’ve read the song was a swipe at our all encompassing dependence on entertainment, TV, music and the movies! However, the source wasn’t David Bowie, so I’m wary of its validity!
I’ve often thought (well I did once!) that when Bowie, a bit like The Beatles with some of their later material, got so popular it was decided that he could release anything and it would receive critical acclaim. So in an act of mischief he did! ……. I doubt that is the case, nevertheless it felt that way at times!
That isn’t to demean his creations which were innovative, ground breaking and seminal pieces of work. It’s just his status as a musical god gave him carte blanche to experiment and re-invent himself, knowing a favourable reception from the listening public was almost guaranteed.
It was like he threw out a heap of nonsensical lines to see what pretentious bullshit got spouted by the critics, while they speculated as to their meaning……. I would imagine it was not too dissimilar to the pretentious bullshit I’ve just written in the past four or five paragraphs.
David Bowie’s album has finished now, so I’m off to put on some incidental oboe music and stick the ironing board away. Tune in tomorrow for some more pretentious bullshit rock star critiques; same Bat time, same Bat channel!