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I have two questions to answer. The fact I haven’t replied is bothersome but I don’t feel like answering them just now !
I listened to the two Baker Streets just now ( repetition,). Both renditions have a haunting refrain and leave a beautifully presented, but disturbing message. It suggests that people with innate issues may never overcome them. These issues are ingrained. I have met a few people like this and a couple didn’t make it…Baker Street…
What is it about?
It is about a man who dreams of owning a house and living away from his nearest town. However, he is a drunk, and cannot achieve that goal. He drinks to forget what he doesn’t have, and never realizes he’s a “rolling stone” with no direction.Gerry Rafferty never capitalized on his big hit by going on tour but stayed in his nearest town aka the song.
He had alcohol problems and died of liver disease at 64.
Was the song a self fulfilling prophecy ? It has a sadness running through it which is majestically emblazoned by the saxophone which seems to epitomize Rafferty’s vigour and life force, but also his unrequited ambition. It also has a power running though it, and Rafferty’s life made such a powerful impact with that song. Hopefully there was more…Janes Cagney who was quite a big man, had had a similarly difficult life too, possibly mimicking Rafferty’s.. living very much in the shadow of the famous actor, whilst Rafferty just lived in the shadow.
YOU DIRTY BEAUTIFUL RATS !!
I have two questions to answer
Them will be who are you?
and
What are you doing?
These are rhetorical questions I assume.
The best things in life are free.
But you can give them to the birds and bees.No, not quite Red, it was if Ian Davies murdering his breakfast counted him in as a serial killer ?
The other was posed by Nathan the News who asked me if the stork would give warning of my possibly imminent death ?
PASS
Can a tub of margarine do that then?
The best things in life are free.
But you can give them to the birds and bees.Answer to yours ..
I’m just one of the normals who thinks he’s not.
I have just enjoyed a steak dinner with a nice bottle of wine. Watched England on the menace – white and blue were nice to the eyes.
I normally eat salad of an evening ( that’s all I eat ) I have the long ears !The other was posed by Nathan the News who asked me if STORK would give warning of my possibly imminent death.
The best things in life are free.
But you can give them to the birds and bees.Got it 🙂
Meant to read ….THE stork, who brings you into this life and wings in to take you out after the 90 minute whistle blows.
IT’S ALL A GAME !
Oh dear it did read THE stork.
I’d better wrap up for the night. Happy platinums !!!“The other was posed by Nathan the News who asked me if the stork would give warning of my possibly imminent death ?”
Not imminent gamble I hope not
just wondering how we would know
You posted on the “sad news” thread that it was good that DG found a way to let us know via facebook etc
I’m sure if I died today it would leak back here via facebook too
But you are a man of mystery and I’m not sure if you have avenues of letting us know. Maybe if we don’t hear from you after a 10 year period we can assume you are in a better place
Not that it matters in the grand scheme of things but you are a popular memberOasis by the way would be my pick one
Blackbeard to conquer the World
It looks like that question has just resurfaced !
Well Nats it’s a valid question and one for everyone to think about, I suppoooose.
I write secretly and nobody knows or would give any notice of my demise. No-one to even release gamble from the sock drawer. I think you are presumed dead after seven years if you go out in a canoe with just a smirk on and don’t come back. I tend to think of everyone else’s death and leave mine in the parking lot.
I do take a lot of risks and like to dart out in traffic and snake my way across roads. I had three cars – one was used to house a vagrant and he set light to it and the garage, by connecting an electric fire to the light connection and falling boozily to sleep. My other two cars are grassed up due to ULEZ – I may sell one for scrap and get the other MOTd as an out of town runner. I set a kitchen alight myself a few weeks ago and accidentally smashed my wine glass this morning. I live healthily now – lettuce 🥬 and the extras and drink 7 units a week if at all and if I go a drab over I make it up the next week. I will consider your ⁉️ but would rather not answer it directly. I am not a member of a click by the way.Whether it’s relevant or not Rafferty used to live in Barnes and play Sunday morning football for local teams at height of his fame. Knew someone who played against him back in the day
Suggests he simply didn’t want the limelight?
Interesting and you might have written that earlier XX but it had slipped my memory. It sort of all slips into place, and I suppose without his issues and detachment the song Baker Street would never have been created. I don’t really know the reason behind the Holmes connection but it remains alluringly in the background. Holmes had his drug issues and lived a rather unusual one track life, so he sits well in the armchair in the background smoking that pipe (which remains another enigma)
Oasis are the Beatles in drag !
More on the enigma…
Rafferty often stayed in Baker Street with a friend who lived there.
The song was the Scottish singer’s first release after the resolution of legal problems surrounding the acrimonious breakup of his band Stealers Wheel in 1975. In the intervening three years, Rafferty had been unable to release any material due to disputes about the band’s remaining contractual recording obligations, and his friend’s Baker Street flat was a convenient place to stay as he tried to extricate himself from his Stealers Wheel contracts. Rafferty explained to Martin Chilton at the Daily Telegraph: “Everybody was suing each other, so I spent a lot of time on the overnight train from Glasgow to London for meetings with lawyers. I knew a guy who lived in a little flat off Baker Street. We’d sit and chat or play guitar there through the night.”
Moving away from that powerfully strong song to another just as beautiful but possibly a touch less powerful..
50 years ago I was zonked out on San Marino beach in my bathers having fallen asleep in the hot Californian sun. Must have been just after midday – mad dogs and Englishmen.
“Hi there you better wake up you are burning up.”
I awoke slowly and standing there before me were two incredibly leggy blondes in bikinis – and seeing this incredible sight, I just had to clear my head and rub my eyes to check I wasn’t dreaming or experiencing a mirage in the shimmer.
They had a beach side apartment with a telescope. They were both sisters and Mum was away for the day. One of the girls went ahead and the other asked me if I could teach her to french Kiss – and being much the gentleman, readily obliged there on the stairs. Inside the apartment they both applied lotions to my chest which was the worst affected ( still a bit chicken red today ) They offered me some home made clam chowder soup and I left after enjoying that, quite honourably – but with something in my hand : the recipe.Tricky Dicky was much in the news back then, but so was this song which best conjured up the times I was to enjoy ahead of me and that fine memory.
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