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Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Mind the Gap 2 – MILEY, YOU’RE HISTORY!

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Dear Readers

With regard to my last blog post regarding Miley Cyrus’ performance with Robin Thicke at the VMA’s, I like to retract my totally unjustified harsh words, jeering comments and sneering asides.

As you can imagine, I’m extremely ashamed of myself.

Because, what I didn’t realise (as I’m sure you did) is that Miley and Robin were actually in the process of making history.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2409931/I-history-Miley-Cyrus-compares-pop-icons-Britney-Spears-Madonna-speaks-defend-raunchy-VMAs-performance-time.html

Gosh, I feel like such a fool!

And now I am doomed for the rest of my days to feel like a complete and total eejit every time I see that clip, as I’m sure that their performance will be shown time and time again, year after year, decade after decade as one of those truly iconic moments in music and live performance that everyone will remember.

  • Like Bob Geldof swearing live on the BBC broadcast of Live Aid.

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  • Like the death of Amy Winehouse
  • John and Yoko’s ‘bed in’ appeal for making love not war during the Vietnam conflict

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  • Like Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper dying in a plane crash
  • Like the Sex Pistols appearing on the Grundy show.

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  • Like the Beatles breaking America
  • Like Marvin releasing ‘What’s Going On’.

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  • Like Elvis joining the army
  • Like Bowie killing off Ziggy Stardust in at Hammersmith Town Hall without even telling the Spiders from Mars that it would be their last concert

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  • Like Jimi playing ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ at Woodstock

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  • Like Michael’s first Moonwalk
  • Like Public Enemy releasing ‘Fight the Power’ in 1989

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I feel so foolish not to have realised.

Because if I’d have know that all you had to do to achieve an iconic spot in the annals of music history was to stick out your massive tongue, flash your mimsy at an awards ceremony and grind it against some old bloke in a stripy suit whilst poking his winky with a big foam finger I’d have done it years ago.

Miley, I really hope to God that you are HISTORY.

Just not, alas, in the way you think you are….

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/miley-gap/

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WEEK 5 ARTIST’S DATE ‘OH NO LOVE! YOU’RE NOT ALONE’

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I’m not very good at Artist’s Dates.

Well, it’s not that I’m bad at them; it’s just that I don’t always want to do them on my lonesome and from now on I’m giving myself permission to do them my way however that might be.  

Ordinary folk who work full time, have a partner/kids/dog and a very full life with barely a moment to themselves probably claw a little ‘Me Time’ away from the chaos with their inner artist every now and then.

Me?  Time on my own is the norm, so this time, I invited someone else along.

A second date with Mr Goatee was in the offing (the guy I met at Waterloo), and I was dying to see ‘David Bowie is:’ at the V&A, so I suggested he came along too, which was a great idea, especially as he got there first, did all the queuing (something I hate) and had tickets in hand by the time I arrived.

Result!

And it was everything I hoped for.

The exhibition, not the date 😉

Actually, joking aside, it was great to have him there as music is something Mr G and I have in common, and both being huge fans of the Thin White Duke, it made the whole experience so much more enjoyable.

And of course it goes without saying that as far as fulfilling Artist’s Date criteria, it was (or should be) any Creative’s wet dream and then some.

It takes someone pulling together something like this to realise what an extraordinary career this guy has had.  The exhibition takes you from his humble beginnings in Brixton, to his mooching moodily around Soho, on stage at ‘Top of the Pops’, Berlin, Manhattan, the world, and through a plethora of metamorphoses that, if you’re a fan, will make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.  

Because it takes courage to be different and as soon as his fans got used to one incarnation, he would snatch it away and come back as someone completely different, and shock/amaze/inspire the world all over again.

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And he did all of this pre-punk when the world was still shockable.

There was so much to see from posters, to album covers, records, lyrics scrawled on exercise book paper, props, film clips, specially created sets and the costumes of course, are glorious.  All of this plus wireless activated dialogue via headphones, and an endless soundtrack of his back catalogue which just makes you want to go home and play all his stuff on shuffle again, again and again.

Suffice to say, his influence on music, fashion, art, popular culture and of course, all of us odd ball, unconventional, never-could-fit-in freaks was and is immeasurable.

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Bowie, with his mismatching eyes and crooked teeth never tried to hide his weirdness; indeed he flexed and worked it like a steroid fuelled muscle man, and in doing so made himself the living icon that he is today.

And if he dared to be different, then why can’t we?  

Whilst Bowie studied and always feared mental illness (his half brother committed suicide in 1985), if it was ever part of his genetic inheritance, he trounced it and turned it around by allowing himself to let loose with his wild imagination, and be entirely, utterly and unapologetically himself.

So my fellow fruitcakes, from now on I’m going to try and be myself without fearing what anyone might think of me, and I’d love it if you did too.

After all, what’s the worst that can happen?

World domination? 😉

Go and see this if you can.

And gimme your hands; ‘cos we’re wonderful x

P.S. Another date is on the cards too!

http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/david-bowie-is/