Thursday, 5 October 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #7: Nuts!


Following on from Monday's post, I started reading one of the books Ben recommended. Much of this post comes from Don't Feed The Monkey Mind by Jennifer Shannon, although it's my own interpretation of her writing, coupled with some other bits I've dug up on the interweb. 

Oh, I've been working
Working myself up to the fact 
That my best days are behind me

And the road up ahead will be filled with looking back
And the road up ahead will be filled with looking back

Will I look back with regret, with moments to forget
Or will I love what I see?
And the memories will surround me like a warm bubble bath
Like a warm bubble bath


That's why I'm doing this series. Because I want more warm bubble bath memories to look back on in my dotage, rather than regret.

Why do we get stressed in the first place?

According to the scientists, it’s all down to two little almonds in our brain. Yes, our brains contain nuts. And these nuts are in control of our emotions! As soon as I read this, I felt a lot better about my stress, anxiety, lack of self-esteem and overall miserableness. It’s all just nuts!


The nuts in question are amygdala – although because there’s two of them, there’s some debate about whether the plural should be amygdalas or amygdalae. As it’s a word I find difficult to pronounce anyway, I’m going to stick with the singular. Amygdala. Anyway, the word comes from the Greek amygdalē, which translates as either ‘tonsil’ or ‘almond’. I bet that caused some confusion in Greek hospitals whenever anyone turned up with tonsillitis… or was it just an almond stuck in their throat? Obviously, I’m going with the almond translation because… nuts!


Although they’re a tiny part of our overall brain, the amygdala have a huge job to do. Scientists believe they’re in charge of learning and memory, behaviour, decision making and – perhaps most importantly of all – emotions. Actually, I’m not really sure what else is left for the rest of the brain to do. I reckon it just stares out of the window and tries to work out what your favourite Supertramp song is, or who was Number One on your 16th birthday. 


(In case you're wondering, I had no memory of that at all, so I had to look it up. And I bought that record too. I very quickly came to despite Stock, Aitken & Waterman, but I was a big fan of Neighbours - and Kylie in particular - at this time and I was 16, so what do you want from me?)


(That would have been a more appropriate Number One, but sadly it came out two years earlier and wasn't even released as a single.) 


Quite.

The amygdala’s main job would appear to be assessing danger. Everything we see, smell, hear, taste, touch, feel or think passes through the amygdala, and the amygdala screens it all for threats. It’s like a particularly thorough airport security check… or, the way I prefer to think about it, it’s our spider-sense.


I've got nothing to worry about
So I worry about nothing
I think I've got fleas or some tropical disease
And my spider-sense is tingling

I've got nothing to panic about
So I panic about nothing
I won't buy grapes, I check the 'sell by' dates
And I only eat fruit out of tins


Whenever the amygdala senses any kind of threat – from a bus about to run us over in the street to somebody gossiping about us behind our back in the office – it sets off our spider-sense, various hormonal and neurological warning signals that in turn cause us to feel the symptoms of stress. These will vary depending on the individual and the situation, but they include all the old favourites – physical stuff such as increased heart rate, changes to breathing, hot or cold sweat, and mental reactions such as fear, anger and shame. Stress hormones basically prepare us to fight the threat or flee from the danger: fight or flight. But they often override our normal, logical human brain, and let our monkey brain take over. And what do monkeys love? Nuts! That’s why we sometimes do crazy things when we’re stressed, like shouting at people we love, eating a whole chocolate cake in one go, or punching the wall with exasperation. 

It's written in the veins
The rules of what we've never seen before
The breathing learned to stop
Our body froze the moment you said run

What we feel is old
Messages from when the world was young


(Kommode are from Norway. You'll be pleased to learn that a Kommode in Norwegian is a chest of drawers, not a water closet.)

When the amygdala goes into overdrive, it can cause all kinds of mental health problems, including chronic anxiety, depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bi-polar disorder, and PTSD. It can affect our appetite, our sleep, our self-image, our enjoyment of life… pretty much everything. All that from two little almonds in our brain. Nuts.

I have got anxiety
It has got the best of me
Satisfaction guaranteed
Anxiety


So... what do we do about it? Well, I certainly don’t claim to have a magic wand. (Not yet, anyway.) But the first step in dealing with any problem is understanding the problem. Understanding why we feel the way we do in any given situation, and what’s going on in our brains and our bodies that creates those feelings. Recognising that negative thoughts are just thoughts, and that negative feelings are just chemical and neurological responses. 

I'd like to help you, doctor
Yes I really, really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for

But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you in the thickening of fear


And if that doesn’t calm you down, try thinking about the monkey throwing nuts around as soon as it senses danger. Saying, “shut up, monkey!” whenever your head fills up with negative thoughts might seem like an overly simplistic way of dealing with the situation, but it’s a clear reminder of what’s going on in your brain, and that’s a good start.

Sometimes you lie awake at night
Giving yourself a hard time
Sometimes you just can't make it right
There's nothing so cruel as your own mind
So be kind, be kind, be kind

Go easy on yourself
Be kinder than the ones who run you down



Wednesday, 4 October 2023

Celebrity Jukebox #109: Michael Gambon


The Singing Detective was one of the first "adult" TV shows I remember watching. I was 14 when it aired, and already interested in detective fiction and Raymond Chandler / Philip Marlowe, and in many ways this was not the show to scratch that itch. It was surreal, multi-layered and quite scary at times (although that appealed too, along with the occasional nudity... hey, the internet wouldn't be invented for another 10 years!). I remember being genuinely disturbed by the pain Michael Gambon's Marlowe felt in his hospital bed, as a result of his skin and bone disease (the same disease that Dennis Potter, the show's writer, had to deal with in real life). Because of Gambon's powerful performance, you really felt that pain. I can still feel it today, when I think back to that show. And that's the first thing I thought of when I heard of the actor's passing last week...


Guy Garvey's band Elbow took their name from a line in Dennis Potter's script in which Michael Gambon says that Elbow is the "loveliest word in the English language". Here's an Elbow song that I think Gambon would have approved of, particularly the line...

So yes, I guess I'm asking you
To back a horse that's good for glue
And nothing else


Of course, the news media reported Michael Gambon's death not in terms of Dennis Potter, but Harry. I did a quick lyric search on "Dumbledore" and found literally hundreds of mentions... but not one of them looked to be of any interest to a middle-aged man who has only ever watched one and a half Harry Potter films, especially as they were the ones with the late Richard Harris in, before Gambon took over his role. Just in case you're a Harry Potter fan, here's a band who appear to have only ever read JK Rowling, and no other authors...


Still, I already had the perfect closer for this post as soon as a teary-eyed HP-fan colleague informed me of Mr. Gambon's departure. Let's go back to the year 2000, when Chris T-T released his second album Panic Attack At Sainsbury's. A few months later, the track below emerged as a single... and it's proven a firm favourite ever since with its wanton and gleeful slaughtering of pop stars both great (Dylan) and not so great (Celine Dion). It also features the following verse, after which I could never take the Stereophonics seriously again...

All around Wales the bands are on fire
As the flames lick higher they run from their homes
Only took one match
To burn down Kelly Jones

(Although I do still like the song he's referencing there.)

But who is responsible for torturing and maiming the stars of popular music? Can you guess?

And it's Michael Gambon! It's Michael Gambon!
I saw his face!
Cleaning all the shit pop
From the human race!



Tuesday, 3 October 2023

Namesakes #53: The Boys


Boys will be Boys... but these Boys are not on a Beach, in a Pet Shop or down a Backstreet... they're just on their own in a big scary world where lots of other Boys want to share their name. Who will win the Battle of the Boys?

I hope you brought snacks. This will be a long one...


THE BOYS #1

It's Ain't Fair that these Boys had very little success in the UK charts in 1963. Hailing from Kentish Town, they eventually got some action in 1965 when they changed their name to The Action.


THE BOYS #2

Marty Wilde's backing band The Wildcats also adopted the pseudonym The Boys in 1963 for this one off Shadows-y instrumental.


THE BOYS #3

Euro Boys in 1964 - not sure if they came from Spain, Germany or Yugoslavia, since their records appear to have been released in all three countries, and the language they sang in seems to have changed to fit the territory (sometimes, at least). They were on Ham Records though, so I'm going with Germany.


THE BOYS #4

"Girls will be boys and boys will be girls," sang Ray Davies in Lola... though the host of this TV clip from 1965 looks set to blow a gasket explaining how a band called The Boys are actually girls. God knows what how he'd handle the gender fluidity of today's teenagers. Splendor In The Grass was written by Jackie DeShannon and released on the Kama Sutra record label. No need to get your knickers in a twist, girls / boys...


THE BOYS #5

Still in 1965, these Boys were causing a panic in Detroit - I couldn't find the A Side, but I was happy enough with a B-Side called It's Hopeless.


THE BOYS #6

Two minutes of garage band brilliance (?) from Fort Worth, Texas in 1966...


THE BOYZ #7

While over in Illionois, the garages made this kind of noise. Boy with a Z, Rick Nielsen, would go on to become the lead guitarist and songwriter for Cheap Trick.


THE BOYS #8

Often playing the role of backing band to Singapore singers Naomi or Henry Suriya, these Boys did release an occasional record on their own. This is the only one I could find on youtube, from 1967...


THE BOYS #9

Meanwhile, over in Italy in 1967, these Boys were reading DH Lawrence. Probably just for the mucky bits.


THE BOYS #10

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska in 1974 came these Boys with a power poppy sound and three exciting singles released sporadically across the rest of the decade. They were once known as Grundy Gilpin and later changed their name to Movie Eyes. But through the 70s, they were just... The Boys.


THE BOYS #11

"The Beatles of Punk" (also known as The Yobs) formed in 1975 when Matt Dangerfield of London SS got together with Casino Steel from Hollywood Brats. 

I'm just going to say that again: Casino Steel. Other members joined, but I'm happy enough with Casino Steel.

Part of the first wave of British punk, their debut gig in 1976 at the Hope & Anchor pub in Islington was attended by Mick Jones and Billy Idol, among others. 

And they're still in the go today, with most of the original members...


THE BOYS #12

Liverpool in 1981, the Boys had yet to get the message about not stereotyping people from other cultures. Different times, etc.


THE BOYZ #13

And it wasn't just Scousers making culturally insensitive music in the 1980s. Check out these Boyz from New England...


BOYS #14

More power pop goodness from these Aussie Boys in 1981...


THE BOYS #15

Those Boys were from Perth. Meanwhile, in Adelaide, in the same year, we got these Boys...


THE BOYS #16

Swedish rockers from 1982...



THE BOYS #17

An American boy band made up of actual boys, this lot were aged between 5 and 10 when they started busking on the Venice Beach boardwalk in 1984. Four years later, they were at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 with the song below. All I can say is, I'm glad we got Musical Youth instead. I doubt these guys ever passed the dutchie in their whole life. 

In 1999, they finally grew up and changed their name to The Suns Of Light. 


THE BOYS #18

Brummie Boys from Solihull, circa 1988. Guitarist Steve Craddock would go on to make a much greater noise in Ocean Colour Scene...


 

There were others, but I either spared you them (the K-Pop Boyz) or couldn't find any audio evidence online. I was particularly disappointed not to find any music from future Mötley Crüe singer Michael White's Boyz, though I did find this quote from the guitarist...

"Kim Fowley was supposed to manage us, but we wouldn’t agree to pretend we were from outer space and speak in a made up alien language 24/7."

If only they had, they might have had a place here today...

But which of the Boys above make you go "Oh boy!"? I'll be very impressed with anyone who (even pretends to) listen to them all.


Monday, 2 October 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #6: Conversations With Ben


Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket
And your pants will start on fire
One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush
Neither do you any good, when you're stuck in the quagmire

Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth
Then you can be known as the universal cynic too


Those of you who have been subjecting yourself to this nonsense for far too long will recall that during lockdown, one of the things that really helped me through was the conversations I had via Whatsapp with my former colleague and good friend, Ben. I shared many of those conversations here, as I felt they might on occasion prove entertaining to others, and also because it saved me having to come up with an idea for a post that day. I don't share our conversations so much anymore, not because Ben and I aren't still communicating, but because mostly we just talk about stuff that won't be of much interest to you guys. However, I wanted to share the following chat because it gave this series - and my "journey" (I hate using that word in this context) "of discovery" (ditto) regarding my mental health - a real direction. And it sets up some of the things I'll be talking about in future posts...


Ben:  How're you doing anyway?

Rol:  Not bad. I'm trying positive thinking.

Stop laughing.

No.

Really.

Stop.

I think that's great actually.

Really helped with my anxiety and low feelings.


I tend to have a few mantras now. Not the shitty religious or spiritualist foo foo ones, but something a bit more grounded.

And then there's the questions and the senses stuff. They really help.

Explain?

Questioning the logic behind thoughts when you spiral. My doc told me to get this book about anxiety and mental health. Not a woowoo book but by a scientist that kind of explains and outlines that actually your brain is a monkey organ that is essentially forced to learn to function in a developed society so it's more about biological survival urges that are misunderstanding what it's being presented with. 


So questions like "is what you think is happening, happening?" Or "is there any evidence to support that thought?".  And the senses stuff is the non woo woo and more psychological version of mindfulness which is meant to just calm and relax you in the moment but with no snake oil of improving your whole life. When feeling overwhelmed by anything, you sit and spend ten to thirty seconds on all your senses, just mentally describing their sensation. The key is to not explain the sensations, just describe them. Say you start with your taste, maybe it's a bit iron-ish because you've got an ulcer, or you can taste your coffee from earlier still and still some sweetness from a bit of bread stuck in your tooth slowly turning its carbohydrates into sugar. Then touch. What's the chair you're sat in feel like? What's the back support? Maybe one point is sticking into you and it's got leather on the seat that feels cooler on your body than the rest of the chair. Can you feel the lanyard hanging off your neck, how's the top you have on? Then go through the other senses. The whole point is to completely take you away from thoughts running away and just rooting you in a material reality. Really helpful.


There were a few books but two  of the main ones were Unfuck Your Brain by Faith Harper and Don't Feed The Monkey Mind by Jennifer Shannon.

Thanks. I'll look into those. 

What you describe is kind of the process I've adopted, in a ramshackle, amateurish fashion. But I've become interested in the subject (not the rainbows and unicorns side of it) and have started reading up when I get the opportunity. Trying to find the way to approach it while still maintaining my essential cynical bastard side.


I think there's a lot of spiritual bullshit and business focussed books on the matter and poor support. But those books are what my GP told me to read as, in his words, "look, you're a scientist, so self help bullshit won't work, you need to really understand what's happening in your brain". And the techniques, I think, work particularly well and it's not offering snake oil promises of cures but rather they're intended to help in the moment when you need it.

I'm not a scientist, but I have the same reaction to self hell BS, so this is appreciated. I've started a thing on my blog called Self Help for Cynics in which I try to sift through the dross and find usable nuggets. With extra help from songwriters. Writing has always been a help, as is music, so I'm combining them all.


There's so much of it that preys on selling bullshit and something for people to believe in. I just want to understand it and have coping mechanisms, which is all science can handle.

And I know it's kind of hard to break out of the men have to keep it together thing, but you know I'm about.

Cheers. Never really been one of those types anyway. 

I gather, with your love for Morrissey and pop in general.


I just need to do something to fix my mindset.

But still. You've got a millennial friend. We're much more open to talk about these things. I know the acerbic wit is our basis, but I like you alive and well.


Appreciate that, but I'm not about to top myself. Just want to get through the week without ping-ponging between anxiety, rage and other emotions I can't find the right words for because it's very late.

I'm not saying you are, but more so I mean life, when in the depths can be colourless and you become a shell of a person... but I prefer the acerbic wit and humour of you not in that position and the negative impact that has on life.

Now for a put-down to equalise our friendship: Morrissey is a wanker.

Hardly a point of contention these days. And yet...

And there's no-one left to blame
Oh, tell me when will you...
When will you accept your life?
(The one that you hate)
For anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes



Sunday, 1 October 2023

Snapshots #312: A Top Ten Songs Named After Classic Novels


If you've Rushdie'd here this morning for the answers to yesterdays quiz, I hope it wasn't because you felt like a Salman swimming upstream, trying to work out the connection.

Here are ten songs named after famous novels, straight from your favourite English teacher. You might even call them "iconic", except you'd probably upset C

Prepare yourself for some Satantic Verses... and Heavenly choruses, of course.


10. Shot in Sarajevo. 

Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot in Sarajevo, sparking World War I.

Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses

9. You're on your own in court.

You're about to face some Lone Justice!

Lone Justice - The Grapes Of Wrath

8. Clocking off time.

It used to be 5.30. These days, people seem to finish work at all kinds of different times.

5.30! - Catcher In The Rye

7. What time is it, Mr. McGoohan?

What time is it, Mr. Wolf? Patrick time!

Patrick Wolf - To The Lighthouse

6. Found confused in a nerd alley.

"A nerd alley" was an anagram...

Lana Del Rey - Lolita

5. A wee insect.

A midge is a wee insect. 

Midge Ure - Call Of The Wild

4. This is a fiery Topic.

A Topic is a chocolate bar. Fiery is hot.

Hot Chocolate - Emma

3. Stars of the small screen.

Television Personalities - A Picture Of Dorian Gray

2. Ask Rik when he's got himself back together.

"Ask Rik when", put back together in a different order, gives us...

Nik Kershaw - Don Quixote

We had an English teacher who insisted on pronouncing Quixote "kwik-oat". Obviously not a Nik Kershaw fan.

1. Hedge and Thicket.

Bush!

Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights



Let me in your window again next Saturday for more of the same...


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