More Disc and Music Echo

February 1, 2017

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Disc and Music Echo 2nd August 1969

I was in my mother’s loft recently putting away the Xmas decorations. I cleared most of the junk out of there years ago but in the furthest reaches I found stuff that’s been there 50 years and can stay there a while longer. My old blackboard and easel. A large tin painting set with a fantastic coloured “Treasure Island” image on the lid. A broken etch-a-sketch. A Spirograph. The artificial xmas tree with two dozen sparce branches complete with the set of (count them) 12 cone-shaped xmas lights that so delighted us every year in the early 1960s when my father performed the annual switch-on ceremony in the pitch dark. We were easily amused then. No treasures at all. I just rescued a bundle of magazines tied up with string. Mostly “Woman’s Own” from the mid sixties. In the bundle I did find two things of interest however. An old newspaper and this copy of “Disc and Music Echo”. The pages were brittle and crumbling but I managed to scan all twenty before it completely disintegrated.

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Reading the paper brought 1969 rushing back to me. I loved Disc and must have bought every issue from 1967 to 1977. From 1970 JEO was a highlight. Although the music of the time was good, 1969 was that no-mans-land when all there was on the radio was Radio One in the daytime and Radio Luxembourg in the evenings. RNI wouldn’t launch for another six months. Everyone was demanding commercial radio. Look how crap that turned out in the UK.

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PS: Then later we’re sitting by the fire drinking tea and my mother begins to relate the tale about the time her friend was abducted by aliens. I’ve heard the story before but I have to admit this was the first time I’d heard mention of aliens.

They were good friends and went to the same schools, the same dances as teenagers. They attended each others weddings and both had two children, gave up work and became housewives. Then one day in the 1960s l—— went missing. Her children came home from school, her husband came home from work but she wasn’t there. Her handbag and coat were still in the house. Nothing had been removed from her wardrobe. No suitcases were missing. She didn’t own a passport. The only bank account was a joint one with her husband. No money was ever removed from it. In the early days there were the
usual investigations. Neighbours hadn’t seen anything. No strange car had been seen on the (then extremely quiet) cul-de-sac. Teams searched the fields and outbuildings around. They checked back gardens for signs of fresh soil where a body might have been buried. Divers searched local rivers and lakes. No body was ever found. The years passed and her children had children of their own but she never made any contact. Fifty years have now passed and to this day it remains a mystery as to whether she is living or dead.

My mother thinks that they were close enough that if l—— had marital problems (or even a lover) she would have confided in her. Even in those days it would have been possible to get a divorce if that had been what she wanted. It is quite rare for a mother to walk away from her children and never see them again. Was she murdered? Did she leave on her own volition or was she abducted? When all possible explanations have been discounted then you start considering the impossible. Hence the talk of aliens.

A surrealist alphabet

February 1, 2017

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Nuff Said 61

February 1, 2017

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Thirty

February 1, 2017

It seems recent posts here aren’t as good as they used to be…whatever that means. They’ve always been inconsequential rubbish as far as I’m concerned. It takes a lot of work to produce this. I employ a full time team of web designers with the task of giving this blog the appearance that it is produced by someone totally clueless. As with this audio file. Millions of tunes have been analysed and dismissed before the seventeen incredibly annoying and three majestic tunes were finally chosen. I suffer for my art. I don’t see why you shouldn’t too.

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The “Radio Garden” went live in December. Although basically it is still a list of links to the live streams of Radio Stations around the world it is presented in a novel user-friendly way. When you first access the Radio Garden site you are presented with planet earth covered in green dots that are hundreds of radio stations. It is easy to navigate and will be a great time-waster for me in the future.

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http://radio.garden/live/

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January 1, 2017

Although I only post stuff once a month I still find myself checking in here fairly regularly to see if I’ve had any comments. I don’t know why I still do this. The site only received three or four comments throughout the whole of last year. It seems I’ve even lost the few regular visitors I once had. I guess I didn’t make the site entertaining enough. Or perhaps they’re all either too old and jaded to care or even dead and gone? Visitor numbers fluctuate daily between 20 and 120, but if I look at the odd words they typed to actually stumble across my site you have to wonder if Google and the others are actually random-word-generators rather than proper search engines.

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Anyway as I’m bored with my own words yet still logged in to WordPress.com I sometimes visit the Support Forums for something to do before I switch the laptop off and go and read a book instead (far more sensible). It amazes me how unwilling people are to look at support documents or to read any instructions. It amazes me how quick people are to shout and complain. They have signed up for a new site 30 minutes earlier and are already announcing that it is far too difficult for them. If there aren’t many staff or the usual gang of volunteers around I may reply to a few questions. I’ve had a free website here for years so it’s one way of giving something back. 75% of the time my replies are met with silence. Either they’ve never bothered to return to see the answer to their questions, or the reply helped them but they still couldn’t be arsed to say thanks. Sometimes I get it wrong. But more usually a few moments research into the question makes me more knowledgable about how the Interweb works at the html level.

The Internet is responsible for people now expecting instant solutions. “My (new….empty of content…) site is online (all of 15 minutes ago) so why can’t I Google it?” is a regular question. Why would Google want to index an empty site? “Why can’t I change the default title/settings of the theme?” etc etc. A surprising number appear to have the misconception that they will be able to fill their (new….empty of content…) site with adverts and instantly become Interweb Zillionaires. Differences between WordPress.com (here) and self-hosted WordPress.org sites is another constant confusion.

The irony is that now just as I’m beginning to get the hang of blogging (only took ten years) I’m also getting closer to the point (again) of finishing with it.

It’s snowing again

December 1, 2016

Dunno if we’ll get much snow again this year but It’ll be snowing for the next few weeks at WordPress.com. Oddly, the snow stops on January 4th 2017 even though according to the long-range forecast, here in the UK we are far more likely to see real snow after that date.

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