Summer of Love

I love the summer break, always have done. Doesn’t bother me either that we’ll probably only get a day or two here and there of sun.

I’ve fallen in love this summer. I’ve been away from work and spent an enormous amount of time with my family, and continue to appreciate every drop of each moment.

I’ve not trained for the up and coming football season, for the first time in years my body feels invigorated.

I’ve spent time visiting parks, festivals and open days. Osadia

I’ve spent time walking through nature reserves, and in the warmth eating and sharing blue bubblegum ice cream.

I’ve been soaking up the atmosphere of the Olympics Olympics 2012, and visited Hyde Park with my littleman, who is still recovering from seeing Chris Hoy, and watched numerous games at Wembley Stadium.

My summer of love has allowed me to embrace the beauty of London. Diamond Jubilee Diamond Jubilee, Wimbledon, Olympics, and the BBC coverage, especially the open ceremony was breathtaking. Jess Ennis, Women’s volleyball, Mo Farrah, Chris Hoy, the Jamaica athletic’s and the world records!, list goes on Olympics 2012 footage.

So I missed out on going Jamaica House, and Puma Yard, and to add insult to everything the day I chose not to go Roundhouse the USA Olympic Team had their party there with Nas,  

 and were giving away gold beats by dre headphones.

Spent extended time with my mother cleareing out her loft, and found the most distressing throwback photos of me wearing some unsavoury looking clothing. Listened to her patios leave my littleman in hysterics, and her “teachment” to describe my late granddad’s terminology. Did some gardening, barbecuing, and shared alot of  jokes. I’m glad that her character has not altered one bit. Had to use a dust pan and brush to remove leaves from her lawn that had been cut two days prior to my visit. THEN afterwards got it trimmed again with mower. WOW.

This Summer of Love has also reminded me of how fragile life can be with the news that my godbrother committed suicide while in the West Indies with my family while burying his grandmother. Too many uncertainties……………

…. over to you Lanyo

Back Down Memory Lane – PressPlay

I’m scratching my head as to why this had not been one of my earlier blogs……and or why I have not slipped Dr Buzzards Savannah Band or Minnie Riperton into one of my earlier features. Hearing ‘Transistor Madness’ out of the blue recently cemented the fact that this blog had to happen.

Growing up in Rise, and hearing grown people dance, and be inpsired to work, love, and live through music. The family energy of gatherings with extended friends, the background music when my uncle would be carrying out his martial arts on the green carpet or when the grown ups would play chess, reminded me of my world of happiness, and a reference point of extreme and sincere joy.

With this year steadily coming to a close, I think it would be crazy for me not to take a journey “back down memory lane ” I’m feeling nostalgic…..this song reminds me of the times when I was young, and allowed to play a piece of vinyl on my uncles record player.
I’d like to add this was like an honour for the younger generation in my household.

I’ve removed Minnie Riperton’s sleeve cover, my palms positioned inward facing about 30 centimetres apart, polished edges of her vinyl kissing against the lifelines on the palm of my hands. Steady Steady now. One last glimpse of her black glistening geometric circular shape before resting her belly upon the turntable. My little right finger erect and my chosen tool of trade to lift and arch the turntable arm and rest the needle down. I’ve inhaled and exhaled a blow beyond my tender age to remove any dust fragments from the needle, and stroked the base of it with my little finger for good measure.

…….the pause, followed by the hiss, and then the crackle as the needle weaved its way within her grooves feels like a lifetime. Then as if by magic the front room, and everything within starts to breath. “Sing out Minnie, Sing out”! ….for that split second I feel an adult and realised music of some capacity would always live within me

Thank you uncle…….

Kensal Rise

I ‘ve got my uncle’s Six Million Dollar Man with the bionic eye in my right hand, 
 
and I’m trying to chew my bubble gum while my mum has my head tilted to the left. 
CONK. 
The side of the comb connects flush to my forehead in a quick motion. That’s the signal to sit still. I can feel the coldness of my mother’s middle finger as she applies hair grease to one of the lines of my canecrow. 
 
I’m currently looking like Method Man in Mary J Blige’s video – All I Need
 
 
It’s a warm day in Kensal Rise, but the heaters on  
 
my brother’s whistling playing Subbuteo
 
 
and shouting at the mini Man United players. He’s got my McDonald’s Hamburglar car parked up in the goal, 
 
and giving a running commentary of the qualitywithinplay, and key match actions. Liverpool still winning.
Hair complete, and my granddad’s calling me to turn down the television in the front room. I enter and he’s sitting an arm’s length from the tele. I can see a bottle of Babycham on top of the bar. 
 
 
 
 
I think my granddad is in love with green.  Green slippers, green cords, and green cardigan justify my thoughts.
 
Down the banister I slide. Reaching the bottom I have to squeeze past my uncles chopper parked in the passage. 
 
 
I’m looking for my marbles and remember my brother placing them in the cupboard under the stairs. The door is at a jar, so I tilt forward on raised toes and just manage to collect them off the meter
 
 
I can hear laughter out in the front garden, and head in that direction. BLAST. My marbles have rolled out from the palm of my hand and roll between the gap between the front door, and the carpet. I kneel down and roll back the carpet back, and reveal our homes original flooring.
 
Marble in hand, and still chewing on my bubble gum I bounce. 
 
My uncle is sitting on the wall playing on his hand held, while my aunty is playing with her Cats’s Cradle. 
 
 
 
I’m heading to the shop for something cold, a lolly of something. Mmmmmmmmmm…………………………….
 
I find myself outside the barber shop
 
and then realize maybe there is too much juice in this bubble gum, because I’ve gone the wrong way to the shop. U-TURN
 
Ice pops. That’s it. If I get six then everyone back at home can have one
 
My uncle, aunty and neighbours from across the road are playing Simon on the wall. 
 
 
Ice pops distributed. Back inside and upstairs. Subbuteo time. Liverpool to resume dominating football
 
Supported researchers: Thanks to @TheRealist_Jay and Pritti Kelly for the Cat’s Cradle reminder

Unbelievable Dubstep Dance Skills

Salute to talent. Full stop