Will There Be Any Stars...
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poliphiloI was surprised at how many people had been moved by the bright sunny weather to go park their cars along the front at Seaford. I had faith we'd find a space and when you have faith the universe responds- and therefore someone was pulling out of one below the cliffs- exactly where we wanted to be- just as we drove up.
OK, I'm an old fogey, but when I see a gang of teens walking along the prom and everyone of them is looking at their phones instead of looking at the sea (or one another) I can't help thinking, "This just ain't right".
On our way back over the Downs we stopped at the spot on the top of the hill overlooking Eastbourne where there's a line of trees that looks like a church in outline- and I swept the town with my binoculars to see if I could pick out our house. It took a while- there were a lot of houses to choose from- but found it eventually. I could even- just- make out the white figure of Audrey the Angel- who gazes smilingly from the dormer window in the attic.
Ailz said she's caught my ear worm. And I said, "No, I heard you playing the damn thing the day before yesterday- and it's your fault we've both been reinfected." The ear worm is "Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown"- that irresistibly lilting old gospel hymn- as sung by Waterson-Carthy. We thought, in passing, of having it played at my mother's funeral but held back because lilting old gospel hymns as sung by Waterson-Carthy were never part of her culture. I can never hear it without remembering the scene in Denis Potter's Karaoke where Albert Finney asks a sublimely creepy Hywel Bennet if there'll be any stars in his crown before shooting him in the head. Which means, of course, that along with the music I've also got Albert shooting Hywel on a loop.
OK, I'm an old fogey, but when I see a gang of teens walking along the prom and everyone of them is looking at their phones instead of looking at the sea (or one another) I can't help thinking, "This just ain't right".
On our way back over the Downs we stopped at the spot on the top of the hill overlooking Eastbourne where there's a line of trees that looks like a church in outline- and I swept the town with my binoculars to see if I could pick out our house. It took a while- there were a lot of houses to choose from- but found it eventually. I could even- just- make out the white figure of Audrey the Angel- who gazes smilingly from the dormer window in the attic.
Ailz said she's caught my ear worm. And I said, "No, I heard you playing the damn thing the day before yesterday- and it's your fault we've both been reinfected." The ear worm is "Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown"- that irresistibly lilting old gospel hymn- as sung by Waterson-Carthy. We thought, in passing, of having it played at my mother's funeral but held back because lilting old gospel hymns as sung by Waterson-Carthy were never part of her culture. I can never hear it without remembering the scene in Denis Potter's Karaoke where Albert Finney asks a sublimely creepy Hywel Bennet if there'll be any stars in his crown before shooting him in the head. Which means, of course, that along with the music I've also got Albert shooting Hywel on a loop.
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Date: 2023-02-06 10:04 am (UTC)My own favourite is 'Babylon has fallen'
https://youtu.be/vnOPVz4NpnE