I Never Said I Was Deep

This heat would fracture the strongest of men. So I hide indoors and work on the studio for a bit. A Fathers day gift echoes around me, with a vaguely Bowie undertone. My daughters shake their heads with solemnity, 'Dads listening to old fart depressive music again!'

But this is Jarvis, and given the recent Pop Headlines about a certain Mr Jackson, this is poignant in the ultimate.

It's hard to explain how important MJ was without explaining why he fell from favour, especially to two girls who are wondering what all the fuss is about. The music speaks for itself, out side of that I have no comment.

So Jarvis Cocker is playing, and I have just taken an updated picture of the studio to show I am actually making some progress.

Great new album, if not a little dated.

'I never said I was deep, But I am profoundly shallow!'

Enjoy the picture.

The Voyage of the Minds Eye

A sudden sense of quiet comes over me, drowning out the road drill outside, and the staccato radio bleating its inane unconsidered opinions at me.

As the temperature slips away, and muscles tighten with stress, the focus drifts off to another place.

This is the ‘Gate to the Minds Eye’, flowing over me like cold sheets on a warm day, the ones that never stay that way, ice cold water through the toes at the waters edge, or the cheek stinging breeze of the fresh sea air on the deck of an exotic cruise liner. Or merely the touch of a loved one.

Four muted and subtle chords, the whispered words of a female voice in French, and an agonizing but crystal clear lead vocal.

This track is ‘The Voyage of the Minds Eye’ by Mr. Dolby. How does he get that piano to sound so bright? Great sound track.

And then all too soon it fades.