Posts from the Var Side, 17th October

THURSDAY 17TH OCTOBER 2013 – Oh! Mr Songwriter


The old guitar, remember, is staying with us here in the apartment. I’ve grown used to its truculent tuning – honestly, you should see some of the knots I made – the sonorous, deep and baggy bass strings, its highly demanding action; expecting the whole to shatter apart at any time, the life its lived – it will stay here, I think, with Michael, and I’ll charity shop for one similar for being back at home.

After two weeks I have the opening of a song: goes –

Bm      G          Bm      G          Bm      G          A/A7
San – a -ry

Which you’ll agree is a thumping start.

Beachy afternoon at Portissol, plugged in to a faithful old iPod Touch on shuffle, which made for some great wave-watching background; notable mentions going to Juliana Hatfield and Joni Mitchell: President Garfield and Blue Motel Room respectively (although a swap-about would be cool), and specifically that really great opening line of ‘Every time that truck goes by, I think of you’. Seek it out, pop-pickers, it’s deliciously delivered.

Couple or three of shots about town from today coming up, one of which isn’t, obviously from this town, but from Catterick, which I sneaked a watch of early morning; the beautiful thing that it is.




Met up in the evening with Annie & Willi, at La Marine and then Mac Syms. Here’s B’s view from where she sat:


And those were the lines, mainly, from Thursday.

About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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