Readers of Jonny B's web-blog, Privatesecretdiary, will be aware that he is writing about his trip to Canada at the moment. It is OK (if you like that sort of thing), but I think that exploiting a whole country to make content for your blog is the lazy choice.
As anyone reading my own excellent web-blog will be aware, I do not write about Canada at all. Why? Because I am a really good blogger and Jonny B is a really rubbish one (despite having approximately 1,323% more daily readers than me), and he needs to draw on what is around him and what has happened to him for his content, whereas I just squirt interesting things out of my head like magic.
But I digress. We covered various interesting conversational topics that night, including "What is Little Chef?", "Why do French Canadian women have such enormous gums?" and "Is $20 a reasonable amount of money to pay for two chocolate crêpes?"; at one point, Jonny even said something that was both funny and clever completely by accident*.
But then it got weird, and they (the men) started reminiscing about dank teenage Saturday afternoons under the Jethro Tull duvet cover with nothing but the the triple gatefold cover of Yessongs for company, showing off to each other how many Peter Gabriel-era Genesis lyrics they knew.
The evening finally ended after a particularly unpleasant tussle over The Musical Box. Time passed. Days became weeks, and weeks became just under a month. Then an electronic mail arrived from Jonny suggesting that a parcel was on its way, sent with the sole intention of bringing me and veterinary research pathologist closer together as the long winter nights drew in. I thought it might have in it for e.g. some cocoa or an electric blanket, but no: for the parcel arrived today, and it it were some records:
And now, dear readers, you must excuse me: for I am now off for some 'privit time' with Genesis and Jethro Tull. Thank you, Jonny, for keeping the love alive!!!
* "I wonder what a good analogy is like?"
8 comments:
You are welcome, although also a bit irksome, as I also wrote something like this today and now it looks like it's just one big luvvie luvvie luv in between us.
Enjoy, although I never really liked the first half of side 2 of 'Thick as a Brick', even though without it the piece would lack coherence.
It is OK Jonny B, I can confirm that it is a mere coincidence and that in fact we are quite distainful of one another in real life.
Thank you again for your attention and kindness. This is not sarcastic, although it might sound it.
Genesis Live, ahhhh! We woz there in '73 at The Theatre Royal, Drury Lane the day before, or the day after this album was recorded live in Leicester. 'Watcher of The Skies', brilliant! I sold my vinyl copy last year, copy me a CD please for Xmas present.
We woz there. I woz so bored I fell asleep.
Hello Monkey,
Hello Monkeyfather,I think I'm getting Deja Vu.
(I saw Ian Anderson stand on one leg, too.)
I'm sorry you had to sell it, Monkeyfather.
My copy was nicked by the builders, which caused me a bit of upset. It was signed and dedicated by Phil Collins, who was in a band with my cousins in the early days - I didn't mention this to NWM as she came across as a bit anti-Phil, which is a shame, as you'll probably agree his incredibly exciting yet measured build up as Gabriel sings the lead into the closing section of 'The Musical Box' is possibly the finest piece of drumming there is.
I revisited 'Warchild' by Tull a few months back, and admired it immensely the second time around. I'm not sure if that's one you (or JonathanM) have? I'm not a great fan of the soprano sax, and John Evan's accordian grates on 'For Queen and Country', but otherwise it's a piece of work worthy of discussion.
Ah, Jethro Tull. Soundtrack to my misspent youth. I must remember to add JT CDs to my Christmas wishlist.
And now I must desert you for jonnyb. Who, by the way, did not even wave as he flew over my head on his way to Montreal. *sob!*
Blimey, I knew JonnyB had been to the Canada, so I should have realised there was a good chance he'd bump into you sooner or later.
Hang on Dawn, I'm right behind you...
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