wrack by sonja berlin-jones

Tough times call for tough Ladies and as ever Lady Sonja is the Lady for you - this one might stir you into doing something, even if that something is just to unfollow me. Obviously, you will have to follow me first. Follow me for a couple of days. That'll get me all excited. Then Zah-Bamm!! click on the unfollow button and imagine me squirming with dismay. The whole country will totter, the government might collapse, Putin and Trump will fight over us, our crappy ugly miserable cities will be flattened, the countryside will be burnt to even more of a crisp than it is already, we will all die, and then Elon Musk can come on over and repopulate the place with a master-race of genuises even more geniussy than myself - all said with due modesty of course.

Yesterday a friend and I popped on over to Godshill to the Fighting Cocks to have lunch and walk about among all the donkeys - ie actual donkeys, I'm not talking about our fellow day-trippers. On a seat at our table a previous occupant had left a copy of that day's Times magazine. The only thing I found to skim while my friend was in the loo (alas these visits can be quite protracted - it's an effect that I have on people) was an excerpt from the forthcoming autobiography of Giorgea Morricone or whatever her name is, the president of Italy or wherever it it. One bit stuck out for me - she quoted Plutarch or Petrarch or Plato to the effect that in times when everyone is mealy-mouthed and can only express themselves in government-approved language then you will never hear the truth from your friends, you will only hear the truth from your enemies.

That pulled me up short. Have I been living in a cosy bubble of falseness for the last decade or two ? I had an idea. When I got back home I looked at my emails and did something I never usually do - I looked at my spam. What I found astonished me. A million spams and blocked messages and things from all the people I had tried to silence - all telling me how much they love my music and how it cheers them up. I was and am appalled.

I'd been living in that cosy bubble where I thought everyone hated me and thought my music was shit and that had all made me feel that I was at the cutting edge of music ..... and all the while the truth was and is that I'm just some MOR muso whose stuff is track number 17 on every NOW compilation. This track is a very early effort to try to annoy everyone again - what happy days they were, back at the start of my career, back when I was unknown and hated, you know what a fabulous freedom it is to be from of FOMO, free from bothering with any social media, free from having to think about the thoughts of the 70 million idiots who've got us into this mess and have forgotten that it is all their own fault.

recorded this morning, photo Milford on Sea beach Friday

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