Its London back in town after a long journey home, the first thing that hits you when you’ve been away South Of The Equator is the cold breeze of the a northern European Country.
I hit a hotel, to come down from the the flight and put the TV on, theres a war about to blow up, and various other feel good events that make me feel like this is not the welcome home news I need right now.
I turn on MTV for some music and find that they have shifted polarities and no longer play music, just play shows about Hip Hop Rapper Cribs and how many cars they drive. I wondered how they could afford such a lifestyle on the royalties that we now get post Napster.
Then I see thats its not about music anymore, its all about offsetting business with other business, make a loss with the music and right it off against your new clothes line and perfume sales, as well as your new celebrity hang out eatery, music was just a front for the operation.
I’m feeling like I’m coming down with a dose of reality and theres no place to run to other than my own dreams and thoughts, about when music was about real expression and artists you could believe in, not because they were dating some B list average actress or model.
This was a new age where you could make it big with a set of plastic breasts and a belief system that you were far more talented than you actually are. If you wanted rest bite and changed the channel their was more reality TV shows or presenters presenting shows about presenters who couldn’t present a raffle at a local fate.
It was time to reach out an phone a friend for some soul support and some career advice. I was feeling apprehensive as I dialled the number, each digit getting me closer to hearing that familier voice which added to the fear I get, when I’ve haven’t spoken to someone in a while. What if they tell me to ‘bugger off’.
The dialling tone seamed to last forever and I was just about to quit this reach out moment, when the phone line sprung to life and a voice said ‘hello’.
Hey Frankie its me, the line went quiet, and I thought here we go its bugger off time, then the voice came to life. ‘When did you get back in the country’ ‘This morning, I’m in town having a night of R+R till I get back to the world I use to know’.
It was going to be a long night, and with a faithful bottle of Vodka next to me the possibilities of ending up somewhere I shouldn’t, were waiting for me to call.
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