Zeitgeist

Nicky Wire has a song on his solo album called I killed the Zeitgeist.

Very strange piece of music to write when you have been and probably still are the Zeitgeist.

He seems cleverer than that really, wondering if he’s taking the piss.

His rather strange Wikipedia implies he is an ageing outsider, utterly failing to mention he’s a huge rock star in one of the most iconic bands of the last decade or so.

The album’s old, but worth a listen.

I killed the Zeitgeist is definitely not the best track on it.

Women and love songs

Do you remember me mentioning Sonique?

I thought I’d remind you of this one.

Suzi Quatro!

Do you remember this one rock and rolling and talking about love in a husky voice?

In leather?

Remember?

She wouldn’t have let anyone get away with pushing her around.

Why has everyone got so sexist?

Happy New Year!

I hope you had all the greatest parties.

Richard Ashcroft!

Enjoy Christmas

Whatever your faith, gifts for children is a good thing.

Slut shaming

After Harvey Weinstein and Trump’s sexism, I would like to remind you of someone.

This is every woman you take on a date, kiss, take home, introduce to your parents.

If you start getting jealous about someone else she likes, it might be because you no longer make her feel like this anymore.

She is every woman in love regardless of race or income.

Clear.

Killing the killer

The death penalty still exists in America.

I've never seen the process before.

A man not just pleading the case of a guilty man, but pleading the case of a man who is certain to die.

The man has done something grotesque.

He's done something grotesque for a romantic reason, but there's nothing romantic about killing people and everyone knows it.

I am not trying to defend the action of the killing in any way, it looked bloody and awful and real.

Only I look at the culprit and the world is turning up with a crying face to condemn.

The woman who the man has undone with killing is weeping and cursing he should have any happiness after doing such a thing.

I hear what she is saying and if I was her, I would feel exactly the same way.

Only my eyes hate killing and my heart knows that killing never brings the killed back, ever and it does not win the dead victim a better spot in heaven.

It ruins another life completely and I do not mean the killers.

I mean the mother's, father's I could go on.

Sure, send him to prison, bang him up for the rest of his natural life.

But prison versus death can still speak and can still speak might one day give an explanation, an apology, even dare I say it an answer, for how to not have anyone die in that way ever, ever again.

He is not Satan, he is human gone wrong, reach, teach, learn.

Stop.

Impossibly cute theatre

If you happen to be in the states at the moment this is the theatre you didn't know you needed to see.

Dear Evan Hansen tells you about a boy so impossibly sweet you will look at it and curse the writer as the biggest liar in the world, but I guess Evan Hansen was never, ever, ever, ever in my class when I was at school.

Cue a selection of impossibly sweet songs from a boy I don't believe could ever exist that I can't see because I'm not in the states.

It looks fun though and if like me you are spending or spent your teens with boys who lit their farts, this film will be a lovely trip nowhere near memory lane and all the way to fantasy land, enjoy.