BUW101-ass03-1 write about 3 songs…

Today’s assignment prompt asks that we write about the three most important songs in our life… I don’t really have ‘most important’ songs but if I did narrowing them down to three is always near impossible. I’ve written from this prompt before, I think either draft or privately published, so I’ll dig that out at some point. Three songs I dig right now but am not going to write about today are: Anarchy in the UK by the Sex Pistols, Sorry by Tracy Chapman and Everlong by the Foo Fighters… among so many other favourite choices of listening time (Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam, PJHarvey, Rage Against the Machine, Rammstein… and on).

I should maybe try and twist the prompt at some point and use it as suggestion to incorporate into fiction, but my brain’s sluggish so I’m just writing.

Growing up, or rather while very young, I loved to listen to my Dad’s vinyl records especially together with my Dad. I don’t remember my Dad singing along but he had a very singy voice when he spoke. I’m choosing three songs that remind me of my Dad.

The first is Elvis Presley, ‘Teddy Bear’…’I don’t wanna be a tiger, cos tiger’s play too rough…’ etc. My Dad had been what was known as a ‘teddy boy’ in the mid to late fifties / early sixties. He’d served in National Service like most men of his generation will have. I must have watched every Elvis Presley film that ever came on the tellly while still quite young – and most of the old black and white war films too.

Dolly Parton was another of my Dad’s favourites and I loved songs like ‘Applejack’ that have really stuck firm in my memory….’play a song let the whole world sing…’  (Jolene stuck too, but Applejack is a favourite for uplifting upbeat cheeriness). I miss hearing country and western music and should explore online music sometime!

My third choice would have been songs from his Porgy and Bess album, only I know I loved listening but I can’t remember anything but the general enjoyment and intrigue as it seemed very different from anything popular at the time – bearing in mind I’m reflecting on being five, six, seven years old…up to about ten with Porgy and Bess I think. I have a very vivid memory of the album cover and don’t really remember others. Our home town at that point in time was almost 100% white population, there were very, very few ‘ethnic minority’ people – I never saw any in real life until I was quite a bit older. I remember seeing punks in real life aged about seven or eight before I’d ever seen a person of colour – although I’d now say we are all people of colour and punks were especially colourful!

So, not having anything to write about Porgy and Bess, another of  my childhood favourites of my Dad’s vinyl, was Boney M, ‘Rivers of Babylon’ again a round the age of ten years old and I sometimes find myself singing it. I don’t tend to sing ‘Brown Girl in the Ring*, tra-la-la-la-la’ because as an adult that song bothers me and also for Japanese walls and living in a colourful area of mixed community – an aspect I enjoy. I’m sure they don’t appreciate my Anarchy in the UK either but they don’t complain and I don’t complain about their occasional bass heavy repetitive reggae and jungle (and having broken away to slurp some hot coffee, ‘show me emotion’ just fell out of my mouth, almost in tune! *BGitR!)

I wonder sometimes about political correctness and how some songs are deemed racially unacceptable and even some that are made by people of same or similar ethnic background/colour that may be judged as offensive for language used relating to ethnicity/race/colour… or other potential offensiveness.

When I set out to write this I was intent on writing about ‘Amazing Grace’ as an all adulthood-time favourite. I’d always found it a quite dreary hymn, the traditional tune contradicting the spirit of the lyrics. After my Dad died twenty years ago, my sister played the guitar and sang ‘Amazing Grace’. We recorded it onto audio cassette to play at his funeral service. My sister’s version, in spite of our sorrow and loss, was an uplifting upbeat version of the traditional tune, slightly faster tempo and no dreary dragginess, more rejoiceful. Whenever I think of Amazing Grace I now hear it to that tune in my mind. I am grateful for that and now I even have a favourite hymn or song of praise! I miss my Dad of course, but he visits me sometimes in dreams and is a firm support in my memories.

BUW101-ass03-1 write about 3 songs…

Rights of Nature 01 (conf-lab)

I was inspired to attempt a short piece of writing introducing this topic from a personal perspective for practice in formal writing and by the informative and inspiring keynote speakers presenting the Rights of Nature Conference programme yesterday. Brief details provided in excerpt,. I would have like to attend, but unable, so online access via You Tube was excellent. I’ve not tried the live streaming service before and didn’t think I’d manage to pay attention – I did glimpse in and out between multi-tasking and chores but caught some of all speakers and all of some – notably the artists platform and panel discussions.

I particularly enjoyed the photography – of both nature and artefact, architecture and societal. The historical and contemporary images used were visually stunning and the informational slides relating to statistics weren’t over-bearing but snappy and simple.

I know I missed a lot of the factual information and I acknowledge the impacts are of serious natures. I would have liked to be able to ask questions, I suppose I could have emailed any questions to the gallery! Hearing the various voices from far across the globe was a pleasure and I’m listening to it again to make better use of my minimal notes as soon as I have spare time. At least once by March I will get a lift (bus!) to the city to see the exhibition and will be glad of the supporting knowledge having seen and heard some of the Conference.

Nature doesn’t seem taught in schools anymore as it was when I was in primary school. Art neither. Art and Nature were key players in everyday delivery of fundamental knowledge, understanding and skill. We were engaged in understanding the world around us from a natural and holistic perspective and everything was taught in a well-rounded way.

Things were very different in so many ways, but not so many that affinity with Nature should be usurped by automating and desensitising our children and grand-children to the fundamental principles of (m)Other Earth and all E’s inhabitants and co-habitants. Much of such affinity is bound in myth and fable, folklore, old (w)ives tales, spirituality, but fundamentally still connected with and by Science. Essential and profound. Proofs exist in the languages, the arts, in literature and religion. They are not concrete. Rites and rituals are denied, diluted, distorted and demonised. Rights are expendable, dismissed, denied.

In a technologically “advanced” age,  collectively, we have as a wider westernised society at large, become and been very backward thinking. Disrefuting centuries of wisdoms and beliefs, hierarchial societies ignore such evidence as defies concrete measure and verified in sterile systematic formats to be accepted as proven. Human resource needs outweighing common sense and sustainable management failing at the turn of every street corner and every highway junction deprives peoples in developing nations of the essential commodities and resources they produce. (I use the term “developing” in a non-derrogative sense, my personal view being that our westernised societies are the under-developed and non-developing, stagnate and leeching – and we have much to take on board and learn from those societies encouraged to look to our standards of life and our views of aspiration and worth.)

I’m not an activist or an environmentalist and I’m not well learned in most things, but I’m interested. That interest was generated and remained by solid schooling where just one teacher managed the needs of every child at individual needs level. There were no classroom assistants, no parent volunteers, no time out of class for planning or marking. (I know it’s a difficult job, for quite a lot of pay and quite an easy work-life balance the majority time – is how it seems. I’ve been a school parent governor and also home-educated for some phases of my eldest’s education when he was too ill to attend school and it’s a lot of work for just one child, so I shouldn’t knock it.)

It’s twenty five years since I bought my first book on such matters as global consumerism, population densities (politics and business! I mean “social demographics” I think…). Agricultural crises were long forecast and implementations of coping mechanisms have been hindered by capitalist ideals, industrialised nations and life on the never never…

Our local communities seem insular and less community-spirited.  Where I live, there used to be a small but very popular close-by weekly market selling food,meat, fish, fresh groceries, second-hand clothing, bric-a-brac etc. It was an essential meeting point for local people.  You’d see your neighbours and further neighbours and had neighbours for half a mile radius even as an outsider resettled. The market was shut down to make way for car-parking for an expanded training centre that no longer provided support and business units for small local start-up businesses, promotes services to targeted user groups, can’t cater for all and doesn’t advertise well. The church training facility ceased and the community centre seems mostly closed other than elections. Rents have increased and local residents now are often from other parts of the country escaping higher rents or other problems.

Many people drive, even to the nearest shops and schools and no-one seems to have much time for enjoying even the sky or a few moments – being interested in the sky is viewed as being somewhat strange – as if there’s nothing to see there! I get a similar response if I ask people about the gallery and if they’ve been – as if it’s an oddity, a quirkism. So British education hasn’t really been working for quite a long time, however well they squeeze the statistical data.

Are our children switching off as part of the social wave of always switching on? Or are they armouring in defense of reductionist teaching strategies, encouraged to greed and want and to aspire above all else. Gain good results= Successful school status sold to kids as landing best possible job, highest posible pay, nice house and car. All that matters is ticking the box, making the mark and pressing the right buttons – and keeping the cash tills ringing, for statutory public services also, not just private sector.

Whilst I parented my two children, born a decade apart, topics such as nature seemed to be dealt tokenistically – a day trip on a coach, or a special session here and there more locally but irregular and detached – of course I didn’t take those classes so that’s just how it seemed as an outsider. I was particularly worried by lack of safety awareness taught in city schools for existing in countryside and coastal areas – evident amongst adult behaviours as much as the young. Holiday deaths and accidents are a quite regular news item and alongside, displays of disrespect for the natural world can be alarming. Things I’d grown up taking for granted as being “common sense” seem to some people to be my foolish fear and over-concern, rather than local knowledge and understanding.

Though my opinion’s out of date now, as a young-ish grandparent, my feeling regarding  contemporary schooling was, and is, that although there’s an awful lot for children to learn, it boils down to what is needed to be taught. The needs of the restricive tangible pedagogical system, the service strategies, developmental directives and aims, marketing objectives – getting employees and managers to meet those directives and achieve targets all take priority over all else.

Public art provision, at an organisational level, seems not dissimilar to an extent at times. “I am valued most for my convenience to your need to tick boxes” – if I am valued at an organisational level at all for I am only one – and don’t have much money to spend in the cafe or shop.

I downloaded some IPCC briefings when I fell into them at the bbc.co.uk news website (cheers, bbc!). They’re not a light read (and of course not for printing for environmental reasons unless it’s your job to have that information on a chunk of tree on your lap). I might allow myself a page … but I revel in the unseen virtual paper space of my disc-drive and it’s a lot easier to file and find things and a lot less dusty.

The future is impossible to predict, so we all carry on running the hamster wheels and the rat-runs, oblivious. It’s in our human conditioning to just use all things up quick, because if we don’t, some one else will instead, so enjoy it while it lasts and never mind tomorrow. I might, if I can spare the research time, compare some old book-based information to current data and statistics and check it out better – if online data and statistics can be relied upon, it’s difficult to be sure or to trust.  I’ll definitely come back and set some links for a challenge- and for a change.

Thanks for reading this far, feel free to suggest anything you think I’ve missed, or errors or just for exchange if you like (you might even find me on twitter…). Writing for practice. Article / series in progress…