Don’t Stop

Hello, it’s been rather a long time but I’m still here, I’m still alive.

It’s fair to say that life has been something of a hurricane of late. But it’s OK, well actually it’s not OK, BUT it will be.  Every day moves us a bit further down the road and the calm in the eye of the hurricane is almost conceivable.  As my lovely mum says, ‘nobody died’, and she’s right, nobody did.

Keeping this blog has always been something that I loved and writing has always kept me on the right side of sane, so it’s time to dust it off and get posting again.

No food today, no booze either, but a song; Fleetwood Mac’s Don’t Stop.  My copy is on vinyl, a little bit weathered and rich with 70’s crackle and warmth.  I’ve owned it for a long, long time.  I’ve floundered so badly for music lately, nothing’s right, everything’s laden with memory and meaning. There’s not a lyric that goes by that I don’t notice and bloody well make it my own, I place an extraordinary amount of emotion and attachment to songs I love, so it’s no surprise that I can’t bear to listen to all my usual go-to’s, they feel too sad – even the god-damn happy ones!  But this song, well actually this whole album, has shone through and rescued me from no tunes silence – and even worse, my eldest daughter’s enduring addiction to the excruciating hell that is Capital FM.

Rumours, the 1977 album Don’t Stop is featured on, was the band’s monumental break up album.  How the hell they recorded it together in the closeness of a recording studio in the midst of all the anger, chaos, extreme hedonism and sadness that it was born from I’ll never know, but I’m so very glad that they did.  Who isn’t?  It’s a solid classic, it’s sad, joyful, desperate and hopeful all at once – a bit like life really.  There’s a really great review of the album here on Pitchfork, I like the line that “anyone could find a piece of themselves within these songs of love and loss.” Who am I to argue with that?

I guess the hard times that any of us experience are made bearable by a focus on what’s to be, on happier, more settled days in the future.  So I will play this (again), I’ll go about my life as peacefully as possible, I’ll be as gentle, calm and kind as I can – we’re all fighting our battles,  I’ll remember my amazing friend’s words about looking out for people – bouying them up, putting them back together again; “that we are all just walking each other home”.

And of course I won’t stop thinking about tomorrow either.  Yesterday’s gone.



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