Showing posts with label Pete Seeger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pete Seeger. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 April 2022

Mid-Life Crisis Songs #78: The Last Car Post (I Promise)


You'll be glad to hear that I think I've said everything I have to say about the ordeal of buying my new car. In recent years, this blog has become my therapist as much as anything else. It's cathartic to write this stuff down, even if it's not very interesting to read.

One final observation about buying a car though... something that always astounds me when I come to do it... is just how much of an investment it is, and how much more other people pay. I shelled out about 8K for this particular five year old vehicle, and for that I'll be paying the bank back for the next five years. And yet, all around me on the motorway, every day, I see thousands of people driving much bigger, much newer, much more expensive vehicles. It's not that I envy them. I'm happy with what I've got (and I'd have been happier still to keep the old one without any further expense), and I realise some people prioritise flash and luxury and speed and gadgets far more than I do. But how do they all afford it?

I receive a relatively decent wage as a teacher. I'm aware there are people out there who earn a damned sight more than I do... but there's also a lot who get paid far less. And yet, so many of them are off buying new cars, or huge 4x4s or, or evil, evil Audis... even Porsches, which used to be the extreme example of a prestige badge, now seem to be everywhere. I just don't get where the money comes from. 

Then again, most of them probably aren't buying CDs any more. Maybe that's it.


That's Pete Seeger at the top of the page. Here's a song of his about old cars... in simpler times.




Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Positive Songs For Negative Times #12: Small World



A former colleague from my radio days now teaches journalism at a nearby college. He recently wrote in a blogpost how he wished he could ban the word "unprecedented" from news bulletins at the moment because it's used so much it's lost its meaning.

That's true enough, but I'm hard pushed to think of a better word to sum up what we're living through at the moment.


Another observation you hear a hell of a lot is that in the last few weeks our world has shrunk. But again, it's so true it's hard to think of a better way of expressing the fact that... while I've never been part of the jetset... my journeys are now limited to a once a day walk and the occasional visit to the supermarket. The rest of my time, the world has shrunk to the size of my house.


Those walks are all that are keeping me sane, I reckon... and typically, while we're all locked up and locked down, the weather has been largely glorious. (You can guarantee that as soon as the lockdown is lifted, it'll start chucking it down.)


We've only lived in this village for the last eight months, and most of the time has been so busy I haven't been able to explore the area as well as I had my previous village. The lockdown has at least offered us the opportunity for exploration, and what we've discovered has been truly beautiful. This little clearing we found in the woods is the sort of place I'd have played for hours as a kid... there was even a rope swing for Sam.


And, the pièce de résistance, this rusty old motorbike stuck in the dried up mud. Straight out of the pages of a Boy's Own adventure.


Just as I'm getting to see the world in a very different way during the lockdown, I'm also hearing songs in ways I never heard them before. Take this old Pete Seeger song, stolen largely from The Book of Ecclesiastes. I always enjoyed the melody and harmonies in version by The Byrds, but the lyrics took on a completely new meaning when I heard this on the radio the other day. It was as though I was hearing it for the first time...

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven

A time to build up
A time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rain, a time of sow
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace
I swear it's not too late



This too shall pass.


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