The skies exploded open this morning shortly after five, the winds were over 100 km/hr and the rain was falling sideways. Actually I am not sure that it was falling sideways or if rain can even fall sideways, I was in bed and wasn't about to try find out. After the rain (a good Blue Rodeo song) and after I went to work, it turned into a very warm, humid and hazy day. The temperature was above 30 Celsius and tomorrow is expected to be around 34, which I guess would be a record, it is still only June after all. We had a very cool and wet spring in Southern Ontario, and now seem to have been thrown right into a hot and humid summer.
The first two games of the Stanley Cup were exciting and awesome to watch, not just because the Canucks won but because it was good hockey. Last night's game, 8-1 Boston was less because of the score and the physical shenanigans, Rome's late hit on Horton, has knocked both of them out of the series, suspension and concussion respectively. The hit was dangerous and are the type of hits Scott Stevens made a Hall of Fame career out of but it is different culture in 2011. This though is a good trade off for the Canucks as Horton is a difference maker and Rome is a 6th defence man.
I wrote the poem below yesterday. It is a rambling disillusioned type of piece, and the Bowie reference is random because Ziggy came on as I was writing. As always Mr. Young is a part of my musical life ride. I don't think there will be anything original below but a list nonetheless.
My Top 5 Bowie songs.
5. Modern Life
4. Changes
3. Ziggy Stardust
2. China Girl
1. Space Oddity
My Top 5 Young songs (nearly impossible)
5. Old Man
4. After The Gold Rush
3. The Painter
2. Haverst Moon
1. Heart of Gold
I like Neil's mellower side as is evident above.
Ziggy and Mr. Young
We stand in the final scene of our love
The credits roll and Ziggy plays guitar
His left hand tired and makeup caked
The orchids will always bloom for you
Should you find a way back into love
A fictional set of words and thoughts
Played out over time and in soft beds
Where the light does not matter much
It comes as we do and it goes like us
Through the seasons of our romance
Until we are made strangers by years
With our scars, injuries and baggage
Carrying pictures of our present lives
The children we conceived and raised
The people we married and divorced
Ghosts in a room of familiar names
With older faces and bolder opinions
Wisdom should be given to the youth
Before they start to believe in anything
Unfortunately humanity has to believe
Mr. Young I think I am just getting old
Your music acts like a fountain of youth
I will keeping drinking it's magic water
But it might not be enough to save me
The mind and heart are too convoluted
For me to decipher their unique codes
I have been placed in the wrong time
A soul without its joining puzzle piece
Technologies will render me obsolete
A generation of women clicking delete.
06/06/2011
Ziggy Stardust (Live Paris 2002)
Heart of Gold (live in Nashville 2007 I think) Neil in full Cowboy mode.
I am currently reading Diary by Chuck Palahniuk and Testament by Nino Ricci, though my reading has been slacking like my writing.
John.
