Starbucks, Coney Street, York

Coffee House: Starbucks, Coney Street, York

Drink: Latte

Cake: Carrot Cake

So I go to Starbucks. Doesn't make me a bad person. Perhaps indicates that I'm not fussy when it comes to coffee but. not to be sidetracked (feels like I'm about to start a rendition of Alice's Restaurant) - Luck & Fate.

Lots of songs I could quote for starters "I lived by luck & fate" (Back In Your Arms, Bruce Springsteen) "I can't help it if I'm lucky" (Idiot Wind, Bob Dylan) "Simple Twist of Fate" (Bob again) and one I've rediscovered "That Lucky Old Sun" (hit for Frankie Lane in 1949)

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

That's pretty much how Ann sees her and me. I'm the one lolling around all day while she goes out and earns a crust. I haven't always, lolled around the house all day. I did the whole 9-5 office thing and lots of other jobs where I did manage to break out into a sweat, freeze my fingers off, knacker my back, work like the devil for my pay - drove trucks, picked fruit, was a construction worker, worked in a mine, cleaned operating theatres....

And there were times when I had money and times when I didn't (bizarrely I was probably the most broke/in debt when I earned the most) But I've always favoured the Mr Micawber/W.C. Fields school of economics i.e. 'Something will turn up'

It always has and I truly believe it always will. My wedding speech a few years back was basically describing how blessed I had been/am, how all along the line things have worked out for me. Whenever things looked bleak, things would change and, as if by magic, everything is good again.

I don't believe in a god of any flavour and broadly think that we're all here on our own and it's down to us all to make the best of it and try not to mess it up too much for everyone else. So no hand guiding us and judging us. Just ourselves. I do think though that some people are 'born lucky' Not just that they are born in the right place, though I was, like the vast majority of people in the West born after the second world war. More that life for some reason (or maybe for no reason) plays out well whichever seemingly wrong path I take, bad decision I choose, poor company/hole I fall into etc. It does all work out. For me and for a proportion of other people who are born with the lucky gene

There are a good number of people who don't have this benefit. Again, not a geographical thing necessarily, although if you have been born into squalor in a poor part of the world life is going to be very hard indeed. There are people who just end up having a crap life, bad stuff keeps happening to them whatever they try to do to avoid it. As I have said in another one of these blogs, I do genuinely admire their tenacity as they keep pressing on. But for me it's broadly been all good.

You'd think therefore that I would be a very happy bunny indeed but mostly that's not the case. I'm not unhappy (and have periods of great happiness) but I've always been a half-empty glass kind of guy. I wrote a suicide note a number of years back (as you do) where I said some of the above and talked about not just wanting the glass to be full but overflowing. Thought about having the Peggy Lee song 'Is That All There Is' on my tombstone, except I would rather be cremated. I live my life expecting a lot, and often do get a lot, but it can lead of course to frequent disappointment. The great thing about being totally misguided about possibilities and options however is that sometimes they do work out and you're in a new/brighter place.

I heard on the news recently that there's talk of giving careers advice to kids from 11. How sad is that. If it was up to me no one would be able to choose a career, get married, have kids until they were at least 30. After they'd had a really good go at experiencing the world, doing lots of bad and good things, met more people/drank more alcohol/taken more drugs than they ever thought possible. So they would hopefully have some sort of context for living a long life that is going to be the default now for the majority of us.

I stopped the work thing 4/5 years ago, formed a band just before my 60th. With a bit of luck I'll have 15-20 good years in front of me to make some more bad and good decisions, to experience whatever slings and arrows are thrown at me up to the point when it's time to call it a day. Then it'll be, I imagine, a great relief. I reckon all 'old people' are just the same inside as they always where. They seem different to younger people because they were born and brought up in a different age but they are still the same people as when they were 30. I know I am. But there'll come a time when it all seems rather too hard to keep on keeping on. But until then, tramps like us, baby we were born to run :-)

Dear Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Coffee Culture, Goodramgate, York

Coffee House: Coffee Culture, Goodramgate, York

Drink: Filter Coffee

Cake: You name it (High Tea)

So Rock & Roll - a game of two halves I reckon.

I was born the year Hank Williams died, Lucinda Williams was born and Elvis recorded his first music and grew up hearing the sounds of rock and roll and folk music, soul and blues, tamla, RnB, reggae plus a lot of crap which always permeates, sometimes dominates, the airwaves. For as long as I can remember I'd be either listening to and/or singing a song. One of my earliest memories is my brother asking my mother to tell me to stop singing all of the time. I still sing wherever I am, pretty constantly. If I'm not it usually means I'm out of sorts

Music when I was a teenager was absolutely key to my life, I couldn't image at the time a world without it and it was the main subject of conversation as you'd meet people and always there at parties and houses as you'd carefully choose the songs to play to friends, especially ones you'd be hoping to get into bed at some point

It all pretty much went off the boil as I entered my early twenties and I listened less, coinciding with the prog rock nonsense and total infatuation of the masses with the Beatles later work. Then came 1976 and Punk. I felt too old (23 :-) ) but was totally knocked out with it all. I remember being completely bored and watching TOTP and the Jam came on and played In The City. Blew me away. I was on the phone straight away to a friend saying 'did you see Top of The Pops? Wasn't that band the Jam fantastic!!!' Then I found the Clash and the Pistols, the Buzzcocks, Elvis Costello ,,,,,, the list went on and on. It was unbelievable that these people were making such fantastic music and unbelievably exciting to go and see them at places like Eric's in Mathew St (Liverpool)

In 1968 my brother spent the whole of the summer playing Dylan's John Westley Harding album. I bloody hated it, it was so different from the rest of the music that was around. By the end of the summer I was totally (and still am) in love with it. And Bob. Have been totally besotted with the guy ever since, amassing more of his albums, outtakes, live concerts etc than I can ever really listen to (though I do try) Tim (the brother in question. Not the same one as mentioned earlier by the way) had seen Dylan at the Liverpool Odeon in 1966. He was really into it even though there was the booing as everywhere else on the tour. Dylan started off saying "It's great to be here on Mercy's Side" :-)

I was too young/chicken to go to the Isle of Wight festival in 1969 but made up for it when he came over next in '78 and went to see him twice at Earl's Court and at Blackbushe. Utterly brilliant. That tour started the whole of Dylan fandom. the now thousands of fans who follow the never ending tour, collecting all of the live recording, collecting all of the books and mags about him.

So fast forward thirty years.

We're living in a very different world. Though after saying that maybe it isn't that different. Kids are still kids, parents are parents, there's still lots of music around, still lots of crap music permeating the airwaves/tv channels/web. What is different is that the people who were making music then and those listening to it have all grown up. With a few notable exceptions (e.g. Dylan. Neil Young), the bands from twenty years ago and beyond are essentially now their own tribute band doing pretty good live versions of their albums. And charging a lot of money for the privilege of going to see the fact that they are still alive.

I'd spent the intervening years doing the job/marriage/kids thing. Bit overrated I reckon but helps to pass the time (and pay the bills) when life is on hold. Then a few years back I packed in work, met my gal Ann, moved to a city bursting with music, formed a band and went out and started giving this music malarky a go for myself. I haven't listened to any new music in years but now get to hear it from the people themselves playing in the bars and clubs within walking distance. It's utterly magical to go and see the likes of the Lungs, Boss Caine, Chris Helme, David Ward McLean (I could list a dozen more) pick up a guitar and sing a song they've just written and be blown away by its beauty.

I would have been 8 or 9 years old when Bob Dylan first set foot in New York's Greenwich Village. I've always regretted not being older so I could have witnessed it all then. I'm now very glad that I'm still around to witness the magic here that happens most nights in our fair city.