I am a journalist, writer and broadcaster ... lately I've been concentrating on music, I spent many years as a music critic and a travel writer ... I gave up my last editorship a while ago and started concentrating on my blog. I was also asked to join AirTV International as a co host of a new show called Postcard ...
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WE ALL HAVE TO AVOID FAKE NEWS!
Here Tokyo Rose singer and writer tells his own story in his own inimitable style …
A major investigation claims to have discovered a number of commercial fostering agencies made more than £40 million in profits over a year, often with the support of the UK’s ‘ghost’ family courts and shadowy social workers.
Coun Anntoinette Bramble, chair of the Local Government Association’s Children and Young People Board, said: “A recent government review highlighted this.
“The profits were too often made at the expense of local councils, who can be charged twice the usual cost of an in-house placement due to a lack of available options elsewhere.”
The UK’s £1.7billion foster industry has seen a growth of firms backed by huge private equity funds cashing in on the grief of parents whose children are taken away by social services.
Last year – at the height of Coronavirus – the investigation by a leading newspaper claims thousands of parents across the country are being dragged into the secretive courts each year.
This is where social services get the chance to remove children in what are described as record numbers.
Last month The Sun revealed that latest figures show children taken into care jumped by 34 per cent to more than 10,000 in a single year for the first time.
This rise in child care removals by councils – which last year apparently overspent by £800million on child social care – means they are increasingly forced to pay harsh fees to place children.
Charities and parents have branded private equity funds as “disgusting”.
And Andy Elvin, CEO of charity TACT which provides lower-cost foster care for 760 children in the UK, is quoted as saying: “It’s obscene. These companies are set up for one reason only and that’s to make profit.”
On the website for one privately owned foster firm potential carers are told they could receive £18,980-a-year for a 14-year-old boy but £36,216 if he was “exhibiting problematic sexual behaviour”.
Could this be Dylan’s lost show? The Hammersmith Odeon 2004?
We know that the Never Ending Tour hit Finsbury Park in London that year and His Royal Bobness played an almost completely oldies show. The set-list included Down Along the Cove, Maggie’s Farm and It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
And that year many said that it was all over for him too, after his magnificent return to critical and public acceptance with Time out of Mind.
The problem was old Bob had decided to re-establish his career using what is probably one of his most bizarre voices ever. It was coruscating, harsh and often sounded like nails scrapping a blackboard.
Personally, I loved the way he was performing vocally. It was yet another in the catalogue of Dylan’s voices.
I could identify the screeching of iron ore factories, the coldness, the hoarseness of the vultures in the barren lands, the voices of the old men on the stoops of a little Minnesota town. He was projecting his art with a voice parched by age and design.
But more than anything else he seemed to be living up to the accusation that he simply couldn’t sing. And in the concerts I saw at that time he appeared to want to prove it.
As he thumped away discordantly at his piano and croaked like a prehistoric bird circling above his audience – often tucked away to the side of his stage wherever it was – he was cold like iron, bound up in a musical experiment of alienation.
I loved it!
But 2004 isn’t as well chronicled as much of his career is. Perhaps it’s because of his vocals at the time…
Here a professional musician, with a pedigree going back decades, gives his impression of Dylan back then.
But he is also convinced that he saw him perform in 2004 at the Hammersmith Odeon. Or the Apollo.
So, did anybody else see Bob perform in either of those that year? And what did you think?
Has that show been indeed erased from the world’s digital memory? Or has Andrew Brel’s just grown dimmer with time?
Andrew was born in 1960 in Johannesburg to Greek parents. He grew up in the Apartheid years of South Africa before moving to England at the age of 24. After 29 years in London working as a musician, producer and author, Andrew moved to California and never looked back…
Andrew Brel
He writes: I learned music by listening to Bob, growing up in the 70s.
Of course it was clear from the first album, the eponymously titled Bob Dylan in 1962, Mr. Z was a remarkable singer even as the majority in my peer youth in South Africa rushed to explain he ‘couldn’t sing properly’.
That first album with John Hammond was recorded in two sessions. Dylan with two mics, guitar and voice.
17 songs.
At the end Hammond asked if he wanted to redo any. “Can’t see myself singing the same song twice.” This remains a constant in Dylan’s recordings and may explain why the vocal tracks have dated so well. One take beginning to end. No cut and paste.
I never got to see Bob live in his peak years although I knew every album intimately. When I was a gigging musician I often played Dylan songs.
Then in 2004 I was invited to see him At the Hammersmith Odeon. How exciting. A favourite performer at a favourite venue.
The show began with Bob behind a keyboard – on one side of the stage – posing Little Richard style. Center stage was a red Stratocaster on a stand lit by a spot.
The first 20 minutes did not include one song.
Cacophonous loud noise is the musical summary.
I quickly concluded he was challenging the audience. Seeing whether the adoring packed house would notice if he just mumbled senseless word salad wavering in tone between a semitone sharp and flat with each phrase.
Deliberately.
All delivered against any recognizable meter. Jarring to the ear and the sensibilities. The shows tension built as the tuneless noise continued while the waiting hopeful looked at the red Stratocaster waiting for Bob to leave the keyboard pose and take up the guitar and start a song from his catalogue. To kick off the real show. This noise was just for fun. Surely.
Around the forty minute mark people started leaving.
The crowd was divided. Many applauded each sorry end to what I hesitate in calling a song in that it had no song like qualities, leaning instead towards Bob bashing out chords with no relation to each other on a Rhodes type keyboard, while the band played whatever thought came to mind within a limited set of opportunities determined by skill, or its absence. By the hour mark perhaps half the room had emptied. A steady trail to the door looking confused and disappointed. The performer must have noticed, but did not waver in his commitment. “Are you having fun yet.”
I thought it was quite incredible.
That this truly great artist who could at any time have played any one of a hundred songs that would have given him the populist applause any lesser artist would die for elected instead to show that as a performer and artist, tonight he was going to try something different.
“You know who I am, right?”
I especially liked his choice of drummer that night.
A player of limited skill at best who at one point simply ran out of beans with all the thrashing taking a two minute time out from his contribution to the cacophony in order to catch his breath.
Not that any of the other players seemed to notice.
There were no players on the stage to elevate the musicality with a solo of any merit. Just four guys bashing away independently. Bobs association with the best players of the era in his various bands was – for tonight at least – giving an opportunity to the unremarkable.
Bobs mumbling was mostly indistinct throughout but I remember making out the occasional phrase like “I’m just making this up. As I go along. It makes no difference.” It was the only time I saw Bob live.
I left the Odeon that night blown away by how he had managed to reinvent himself in performance in a way I could not have foreseen.
I felt sorry for the sector of crowd who did not understand what they were witnessing. “He really can’t sing” I overheard in the pub afterwards.
The opportunity to be in the same room with the greatest singer songwriter of them all whose legacy needed no repeating that night. This show followed some 30 years of wearing out his voice on the world’s biggest stages.
I get why he wouldn’t want to do “Don’t think twice” with the new talking baritone his range was limited to. That was then. This was now. Just showing up was enough.
A great performer – one of the very best ever – with nothing left to prove.
As the world reels under Covid-19, anarchists are bugged by wearing masks and we all get snotty about Cummings comings and goings – has Boris caught a cold because of him? In fact has the media been infected by political dishonesty and misleading conspiracy theories? Come on everybody! Cough! Tell is the truth!
Postcard is not a show to be sneezed at it – but it will raise your temperature!
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THIS PROPERTY IS CONDEMNED – a true-life story of terror and possession
Andrea Martin-Banks writes about her and her husband’s experiences in their home in the middle of nowhere:
I CAN HEAR the clock tick. I have never been so afraid in all my life. The house has been like this for more than a week now, ever since we got permission to knock it down. And I don’t know what to do … but I do know if I don‘t do something soon, Harry Snape is going to kill Leigh.
Ten years we’ve been haunted by this house, but it’s never been this bad before. We’re trapped inside a nightmare. We’ve done everything right, cleaned the doors with brine, there’s frankincense and dried sage in the corners of every room and we’ve lit white candles and pinned prayers to the chimney breast.
The Land for Sale board outside rattles insanely. Logs are roaring on the fire … but the room is so cold my breath is frozen in the air. The clock ticks …
… footsteps on the landing. Snape’s back and he’s furious. Annie Campbell’s been freed, you see, and she’s taken all of his children with her.
Leigh moved in to The Old Stores, a beautiful old English village house in the Midlands, in 1987. He lived there alone in its 20 echoing rooms. He’d paid £50,000 for the old place but from day one things went bump in the night, there were faces at the windows, footsteps and the smell of a dead thing on the landing.
Leigh is the gentlest person I’ve ever known but there is a darkness going back to his childhood. I met him in the village pub after my marriage floundered and I moved in to the Old Stores with my boys on Millennium Eve. But the house never welcomed Adam, aged 14, or James, 17. James refused to stay, he was so terrified. Adam chose to live in the front with its inglenook and oak beams but he was scared to be alone in there.
Adam said: “I was in a bed when something woke me up. In the moonlight I could see an old man bending over me. He kept leaning closer and closer to me. Then he screamed into my face, it was if he was blowing the life out of me.”
The next Christmas I was dressing the tree in front of the log fire. I used to be a florist and decked the old oak fireplace with beautiful displays of mistletoe and holly. Leigh and I were both kneeling, putting baubles on the tree when I shivered: “Gosh, somebody’s just walked over my grave.”
Neither of us felt remotely intimidated by our visitor though. I think it was Annie Campbell seeking comfort. Another time – I remember, it was 4am – we were lying in bed holding hands and listening to three children playing in the lounge. They were giggling. At times like this, our house was a home. But a few nights later, Snape pounded down the landing and rapped his knuckles on the bedroom door just to let us know he was still around.
The paranormal investigators arrived from Warrington 30 miles away at midnight. It was like a military operation. They put an infra-red camera in Adam’s room and sealed it off. After two hours the house was quieter than an abandoned grave but then Martin Ward, aged 43, co-ordinator, nodded towards the infra-red monitor and I saw a diffused ball of light dancing on the screen.
“A Circle of Confusion …” Martin smiled. “In a sealed room too.”
And that was just for openers. Hundreds of orbs were flitting around the screen and electrical equipment around the house started to pick up impossible temperature changes. The Ghostbusters picked up footsteps on the landing and the sound of something heavy being dragged down stairs, exactly where the stench of death lingered.
Three days later, the house was still crazy. Leigh had gone to bed early and I’d stayed up watching TV. He could hear a snarl, half asleep he tried to drown it out with the radio. But the louder the radio, the louder the snarl. Then he saw a pale-green glow by the wardrobe … it looked like worms feeding on a pile of disgusting rags on the floor. Something was moving under them, rising and falling.
Leigh jumped out of bed and bound naked down stairs. As he burst into the lounge something flung me sideways onto the couch . I remember being angry with Leigh and demanded: “What did you do that for?”
“I didn’t do anything …”
“You were here, in front of me, holding my wrists and talking to me. Then you pushed me over.”
The three mediums from London arrived the next day. They’d been deliberately kept in the dark about their destination. Shawn Jones chose the top of the stairs and that’s where she saw them, three children and a teenage girl.
“Her name was Annie Campbell,” Shawn said. “Harry Snape bought her to look after his three children after his wife died. Her family in Edinburgh sold her, she was barely fourteen. I’ve released her and the children. They’re gone now.”
I asked: “Why were they here?”
“He tried to rape her and she ran down the corridor with him in pursuit. That’s the footsteps you can hear. She couldn’t escape him and when she died, she couldn’t escape the house. He strangled her on the stairs, you see. The children didn’t know what to do, so they stayed with her.”
“Is he still here?” I asked.
Shawn smiled sadly: “Yes. I’m sorry.” Then she turned to Leigh: “It’s him who is master of this house, Leigh, not you … but he gets his strength off you, off a deep-rooted fear you have from your own past.”
The clock ticks. Dust falls through the ceiling. Snape’s angry and stamps around. Leigh suddenly launches himself at the door and in that same instant the boots begin to crash down the landing towards us. I grab Leigh’s arm and shout: “Where the hell are you going?”
“To face him!”
They say that if your fears are real, then you have to face them. And I know Snape is taunting Leigh over his past.
Leigh throws the door open – the air in the hallway is foul, putrid. Snape, so full of hatred that even the ground rejected him, is standing there, tall as a tree and dressed in black.
Leigh said afterwards: “I could see through him, right into myself … I saw things I’d forgotten about, things I didn’t want to remember.”
We can move on in our lives now and we’ve decided to repair the old house instead of knocking it down. Annie Campbell and her three wards have moved on in their deaths, but sometimes I wonder where did evil Harry Snape go?
This story was ‘stolen’ by an unscrupulous internet site and used with the intention of raising advertising revenue. The copyright to this story belongs to Leigh G Banks and Andrea Martin-Banks … the matter is being presented to relevant authorities. Our story had been clumsily and amateurishly re-written but this is the original version from more than a decade ago.
Two retired police officers and a solicitor accused of perverting the course of justice following the Hillsborough disaster have no case to answer.
Retired South Yorkshire police officers Donald Denton, aged 83, Alan Foster, aged 74, and force’s former solicitor Peter Metcalf, aged 71, were acquitted.
Expert witness Sir Robert Francis QC had told the jury there was no legal duty of candour for police at a public inquiry.
Yet, public inquiries are important investigations called by the government. They can compel testimony and the release of other forms of evidence. The justification required for a public inquiry is the existence of public concern.
And the meaning of candour? It means being open and honest.
Except if you are a police officer apparently.
The three men were accused of two counts of committing acts tending and intended to pervert the course of justice.
It was alleged they were involved in a process of amending officers’ statements to minimise the blame on South Yorkshire Police following the Hillsborough disaster in April 1989
Ninety six Liverpool fans died.
The ruling was made at the Nightingale court at the Lowry theatre in Salford.
In his ruling Judge Mr Justice William Davis said the amended statements were intended for a public inquiry into safety at sports grounds led by Lord Justice Taylor, but that was not a course of public justice.
He concluded there was no case fit for consideration by the jury.
Mr Denton, Mr Metcalf and Mr Foster were charged in 2017 following an investigation by the Independent Office for Police Conduct into allegations of a cover-up by police after the tragedy.
Sir Norman Bettison, a chief inspector in 1989 who went on to become chief constable of Merseyside and West Yorkshire, was charged with misconduct in a public office as part of the investigation. Charges were dropped in August 2018.
After the new acquittal, Sue Hemming, director of legal services at the Crown Prosecution Services, said: “It is crucial that we presented the evidence gathered by the IOPC investigation teams to a court and we have worked tirelessly to prepare the case for the jury to understand this evidence and any implications resulting from the amended statements.
“After long and incredibly careful consideration, especially for the families involved, we decided not to appeal the ruling.
“The CPS was right to bring this case and for a court to hear the evidence of what happened in the aftermath of the Hillsborough disaster.”
The match commander on the day, David Duckenfield, was charged with gross negligence manslaughter in 2017 but he was cleared in 2019.
In May 2019, former Sheffield Wednesday club secretary Graham Mackrell was fined £6,500 and ordered to pay £5,000 costs after he was convicted of failing to ensure the health and safety of fans arriving at the ground on the day of the disaster.
It’s a year since George Floyd was murdered by Minneapolis ‘night’ cop Derek Chauvin.
His death sparked global protests, words of shock and sadness from Bob Dylan and this dramatic picture from a young girl in Slovakia.
Now, Floyd’s name echoes across the world as a symbol of the fight for racial equality.
And police reform.
Sadly though, the George Floyd Justice in Policing Act is stalled in the Senate, despite President Biden wanting the legislation passed as quickly as possible. The bill includes a national registry of police misconduct and a ban on racial and religious profiling by law enforcement.
Republicans oppose the bill, which has stalled in a Senate split 50-50 by party.
George Floyd died on May 25 last year after police officer Derek Chauvin handcuffed and kneeled on Floyd’s neck. He was 46 years old.
Chauvin was said to prefer working shifts which allowed him to stalk the streets in the dark.
Dylan said after the killing: “It sickened me no end to see George tortured to death like that. It was beyond ugly. Let’s hope that justice comes swift for the Floyd family and for the nation.”
In another heart-felt tribute this moving portrait of police victim George Floyd was sent to the preservation society by the family of Karin, aged 13, who lives in Stropkov, Slovakia.
Karin was watching TV when a news broadcast high-lighted what had happened to Floyd. “It made her very sad,” a family member said.
”She was thinking about this guy for a few days and wanted to do something so people don’t forget about him.
“She is angry about situation in USA and about racism. She is very young, but understands so much.”
#bobdylan #georgefloyd #senate #Derek Chauvin
How Covid is closing the book on democracy … we meet a man ‘on the street’
Trust in our leaders and the media has been choked by Covid-19 and – at the time of writing this – we have been under house arrest by our government for almost 450 days.
The ordinary citizen – no longer on the street – believes they are being misled by those in power. And those with influence.
We are so close to living in a horror Netflix world of dystopian proportions it is far more than a scary movie.
And it is true that so many of our hard-won freedoms have been torn from us and thrown over the parapets into the no-go camps in the valley below.
The Edelman Trust is a barometer of our society. For 20 years it has been used to poll thousands of us over our trust of the cores of our institutions and society.
And that barometer has found 57% of people believe government leaders, business chiefs and journalists are spreading falsehoods and exaggerations.
“We have a leadership crisis,” Richard Edelman, whose Edelman communications group produces the survey, told Reuters.
“In a crisis, traditionally, you get quality information from government, and from media, and both of those are seen to have failed: media because it’s seen as ideological and biased, and government because the leaders have lied to us about masks and about hydroxychloroquine, and miracle cures.”
These findings hit at two things which will rock our world. Learning and voting.
As a whole, confidence in the institution of government fell from an all-time high of 65% last May to 53% by year-end. Losses were particularly acute in South Korea, Britain and China.
Trust in media, which had already been ebbing in the survey since 2019, fell further. Confidence in traditional media outlets dropped 8 points to 53% although they still attracted more trust than social media, which fell five points to 35%.
The problem is, that as humans, we rely on others help us make up our minds. To inform our opinions. That is actually the strength of our society – we pay attention to authority figures and majority opinions.
So, people in positions of authority have a duty to be careful with what they say to us.
For example, recently, President Trump repeatedly and confidently suggested that an old malaria treatment, chloroquine, could treat coronavirus. He said it was “safe,” that he had a “good feeling” about it and that it could be “one of the biggest game changers in the history of medicine.”
He was incredibly wrong. Yet people still defend him over it today.
Right now, I believe we all need to be more intellectually humble.
We need to recognize that there are scientists and medical experts out there who have the knowledge and expertise we need to make difficult decisions.
And they are willing to share all that information with us.
The media and online platforms need to be the scientists’ way of getting this information across to us.
We all have a critical role to play, whether we are journalists, keyboard warriors or bloggers.
Sadly, at the moment, online sites mainly re-post and recycle content, which distorts the facts. At least MsM investigates and asks the right questions.
Here a good friend of mine, Terry Kevin Charles – just an ordinary bloke doing his best to get by and help people where he can – talks to me about why he believes the whole Covid thing is a conspiracy.
And he makes some very interesting points.
Q. Do you believe there is a pandemic?
A. No I don’t. Reason? Nobody I know has lost friends or family on a scale that resembles a pandemic. Added to this I have a vast circle of friends and colleagues and yet I personally know of just one person in 14 months who’s succumbed to what we’re told is Covid-19, this person was already in poor health so who knows?
We’re told people are dying of this new virus but what about their underlying health conditions? For example: final stages of terminal cancer lead to respiratory problems which is what leads to end of life?
It appears from official stats and figures that this end-stage of life is now renamed as Covid-19.
Q. What is happening to the world then, and why?
A. Firstly, I agree with Bill Gates and Boris Johnson, that the world is out of control in the way of population growth. For decades far too many irresponsible people continue having babies without thought or being able to support their growing children. This leads to the destruction of basic common decency throughout all levels of society.
There has to be a pull-back from our leaders who are above the glass ceiling and I believe this is what’s happening throughout the world right now.
“Population control, and reduction”
Q. When did world controllers, governments, banks, kings and queens, conglomerates, police forces, civil servants, armed forces … so many of these already with dissenting voices and at war in some way or other … get together covertly and come up with this mass conspiracy against us all?
A. As you know our lives are based around what we see and what we hear. But our lives are busier now than they’ve ever been. The only time we get to relax is when we sit down in front of the TV set.
We then take in much of this information, it is constant and consistent and we tend to believe what we’re told. It’s a form of drip feeding.
Drip feeding, as you know yourself, can be extremely dangerous because people tend to believe the consistent story, summing this up I’m talking about the mainstream media.
Unfortunately money blinds us to damage being done to society. For example, if I’m offered a “development” contract for 50 million pounds I’d be a fool to turn it down.
I see the £ sign and base my life around it. This is my success but what I miss is what irreparable harm I’m doing by chasing the £. On my street right now we’re having smart city systems installed, this includes surveillance cameras including 5G.
The people who are to be affected by this new network had no say in this, to me that’s wrong, if we’re affected by something then surely we should have some say as to whether we want it installed, particularly as the current systems are working satisfactorily.
Even if it’s through a voting system, then at least the people will have had some say. But no, it’s done regardless of our wishes.
When I drive past the workmen digging deep into the ground to install this new system I think to myself, “when you’re in a hole stop digging”, another biblical one is this, “forgive them for they not know what they do”.
In summing up the answer to this question is: We’re given instructions from above, those instructions rarely come from one or two levels above us, they come from those high above the glass ceiling and many of us rarely question where the instructions come from. When my line manager gives me an instruction I have never asked him who gave him the instruction. We simply go along with what we’re told by our direct superior.
Q. Why did nobody leak it, given the media of all sorts is so massive today?
A. It has been leaked and continues to be leaked. Unfortunately many of those who have attempted to put out the truth have been censored, banned etc. Dr Mike Yeadon is a perfect example, he’s the former Vice President of Pfizer and an ambassador for vaccines.
This is the one and only vaccine that he’s against and has warned the people not to take. Why would he do that?
Facebook, Twitter and YouTube continue to censor people such as Mike Yeadon from putting factual evidence out there if it challenges the government and their scientist’s narrative.
Platforms such as Bitchute continue to be called a place for fake news but when platforms such as Facebook and YouTube censor people where else are these health professionals to go in order to get their information out?
Q. What is the benefit of this mass conspiracy against us all?
A. Control: Population control, Control of the people. Fear is the driving factor in all of this.
Q. We are already controlled by all the people above and all of them too have access to the world of information?
A. I liken this to a large island. We have all the people of the world on this island, including the elites, but the island is no longer safe and is slowly sinking into the sea. The elites of this island need to reduce the numbers on the island without it affecting them. I believe this is why the world as we knew/know it is changing.
“Ordinary people reduction”
Q. The world is being reset as we speak… but is it for the betterment of the planet?
A. For me no. It absolutely is not for the betterment of the planet. It’s for the betterment of the wealthy few, the people who will be badly affected by this changing world will ‘as always’ be the lower classes.
A lot of mistakes have been made along the way and a lot of people have had their lives ruined. I have lost four friends to Covid.
But i have also been lucky enough, because, of my job, to carry on travelling … mainly by car …. across once non-existent borders …. and have been able to see family members for short periods. But what would you do differently to Boris and all the other world powers?
A. Hmm , good question, as an ordinary man of the world I can only base my answer on my own life experience.
Regarding the handling of the pandemic I would have closed our borders at the first sign of danger of the virus getting into the UK, in other words, closed the borders in November December 2019.
Q. How would you stop this destruction of our world?
A. I would work on restructuring the education system where life and social skills are taught as a matter of vital importance. Currently we’re focused on career pathways which is of course correct.
But as is often the case many people who struggle in this regard get left behind, they are often seen as society’s failures/society’s rejects, these people then go on to struggle to fit into the world and very often end up living a dysfunctional chaotic lifestyle; bringing children into the world who grow up with the same chaotic mindset as their parents. Hence we need to teach life skills, social skills, how to behave responsibly, to our young people and show them how to adapt in an ever challenging world.
It’s a sad fact that many parents struggle to rear their offspring, in a perfect world the responsibility would be down to the parents but society has changed dramatically for the worst since our younger days.
The affect of this continues to have a detrimental effect on society as a whole.
Imagine if we were to steer those challenged and dysfunctional types onto a better pathway, society would be the winner both mentally and financially, instead we have a them and us society.
Q. What would you return to? Fisciality? Commerce? Industry? Or the brutalism of alternative lifestyles and funding?
A. I’m not too versed on this subject but I’d say that based around my life experience I would say industry as the great majority of ordinary people tend to work within that sector.
Q. How does not wearing masks, not having jabs etc guarantee the future any more than the way Boris and all the others does?
A. For centuries we have had flu viruses, whenever we’ve caught the flu we’ve been told by our doctor that there’s nothing they can give us and we should stay home and take in plenty of fluids and keep warm as the virus has to run its course.
This is the advice I would have continued to give out, certainly until we know the outcomes from the three year vaccine trials, I believe it to be a huge risk to the people of the world to inject them all with something which is still in its trial phase.
Regarding mask wearing or not mask wearing I can only go back to my younger days when my parents told me to go out and get some fresh air, by mixing with others we have always been told by the science that this is the best way to build up immunity, by breathing in fresh air we’ve always been able to positively affect our respiratory system.
#COVID #CONSPIRACY #MSM #SOCIALMEDIA
Watch! Is this just one reason Birthday Bob is one of the world’s greatest singers?
Watch the video at the end of this article…. tell us what you think!
A few years ago I worked in radio and had a couple of music shows. In each one I had a joke section where, to great applause, I would introduce: “THE WOOOOORLDDD’S WORSSSST SSSSSINNGERRRR!”
Then we’d play a Bob Dylan song to prove just what a great singer he is! Songs like the live version of When He Returns, Lay Lady Lay, Saro, Drunken Ira Haze, It’s Not Dark Yet, Roll on John… Stay with Me etc etc etc.
Surely, isn’t it time people stopped saying ‘I think he’s a great song writer – but he can’t sing can he!”
Of course he can! He is probably one of the world’s greatest singers! Certainly one of the top three vocal stylists up there with Elvis and Frank!
There is barely a rock singer today who hasn’t been influenced by his phrasing.
Yes Bob Dylan is an unusual singer – in fact forget unusual! There is nobody else like him!
#bobdylan #birthday #japan #orchestra
Keep on going ’til the wheels fall off and burn’ Bob Dylan…
Yep, happy 80th to Bob, one of the few true geniuses to set the world on fire over two centuries.
In so many ways he’s been a road map through my own piling-up decades … a guide to lifestyle, success, failure, ambitions, creativity, hopes and dreams.
As Bob played his heart out for us all – the soundtrack to our living – we went on to carve careers for ourselves and hunt mammon and security.
But so did he.
And while we got older and made more mistakes, so did he. We got divorced. So did he – the most expensive in America at the time, it cost him £2m.
We may have had our dalliances with drink or drugs or both, so did he. Our careers might have languished in the doldrums.
Well, so did his.
But 60 years on Dylan maintains the true romance of artistry. And while his creativity has allowed him to span two centuries, ours rarely spans more than a few seconds of passing thought.
Thank you Bob. Have a good one!
Over the years I have been lucky enough to review Bob’s work for major newspapers and magazines and I have written about him extensively. It’s been one of the best parts of my writerly career. I met him once too … but that’s another story for another time.
Here are the links to some of the stories I’ve been lucky enough to write about one of the few geniuses who has lasted across one century and another.
CLICK THE PICTURES OR LINKS BELOW TO SEE THE STORIES … HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!
, good question, as an ordinary man of the world I can only base my answer on my own life experience.
