A Song For My Girlfriend

I wrote this song for my girlfriend,

Click this link To hear the song; “Apple Of My Eye”

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It’s a nice upbeat folk song with a positive feel and mood.

I hope you enjoy it đŸ™‚

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Cold Hard Reality

We arrived at Dyce, the airport village on the outskirts of Aberdeen. I saw buildings, grey cold bricks, harled walls, dirty fading whitewash, smoking chimneys,

In 1968 most households had a coal fire, and the air was heavy with smog and soot, we ascended the hill of Anderson Drive, and crossing the summit revealed the south side of Aberdeen, We could see as far as Nigg Bay, and the rising smoke from the harbour and Torry areas as the main industries of fish processing and fish smoking filled the air with that smell. I didn’t like it, I didn’t like it at all.

I could see in the distance a massive gasometer, a huge storage tank for the city’s consumers, cracked from processed coal, the gas was used by many who had no coal or electric equivalent. We seemed to be able to smell the gas too.

So we eventually made it to our new home in the west end. A four bedroomed detached bungalow in a “middle class” private housing estate. Bordering the feu of our property was the “Deeside Railway line”, albeit closed in previous years to Doc Beeching, the line was all there. stretching and linking from Aberdeen on the coast, all the way to the Queens estate at Balmoral in the Highlands. On the other side of the railway line was a massive council estate, A mixture of tenement blocks, maisonettes and semi-detached houses.

So, our house, my older brother and I shared an upstairs room, and our two younger siblings shared the other upstairs room, downstairs was the kitchen, dining room, living room, parents bedroom, and the “spare bedroom” was declared as the “music room”, and my dads challen piano resided in it.

We had our own driveway and garage, a substantial lawn front garden, and a bicycle shed and coal cellar/basement.

Really, compared to our old house, this new house was awesome.

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The Early Years

Well, I was born in that most musical north Atlantic archipelago, the Shetland isles. Geographically closer to Norway than Scotland, and in retention of a Norse influence, the islands are home to some of the largest colonies of breeding seabirds in Europe.

Previously the waters around Shetland had been a rich source of bounty for a once substantial fishing fleet. But the use of modern industrial harvesting methods has reduced this once great resource to a trickle of sand eels, and indeed the building of a new processing facility ultimately led to even their demise, with a resultant collapse of many bird species which had depended on the supply.

Increasing EC regulation to remove the bulk of the fleet however has left the Shetland economy largely dependent on the oil industry.

Fortunately for Shetland the oil industry is still sustainable at present, but the shetlanders are fully aware that it is a finite resource.

After my birth I was brought up and went to school in a small village on the banks of the great river spey, near the edge of the Scottish highlands, peripheral to the source of that great water of life, scotch whiskey.

And so my exposure to music continued, many tears were shed as I seemed dyslexic to “the dots” and my traditional method piano teacher used a punitive form of teaching which involved a whack over the back of the hand with a conductors baton when ever I encountered a mistake in either pieces, or scales and exercises. I soon decided that I didn’t want to play…

Continued exposure to musical types as my dad was a full time pro musician did endear me to the joy of music though. I was a happy seven year old, and I knew that “She loves You, and I Wanna Hold Your Hand” were written and performed by The Beatles just for me and my childhood sweetheart, I grasped her hand tightly and told her; “we’re forever”.

But my world fell to bits…

My dad had just returned from a 12 month tour of Germany and Libya, I thought he looked like a cross between Cliff Richard(in summer holiday), and Elvis Presley. He was my hero, I used to dream about my dad as I sat on the banks of the spey, with fishing rod in hand, thinking about his adventures abroad.

My mum, elder sibling and I, had gone to spend a couple of months with him at his digs in a small rented apartment in a village called Heimbach.

A day trip to Oberstein had seen me getting “run over”, hit by a bike on a zebra crossing, I took one step, and whack, down I went, the mudguard caught the corner of my mouth and I think the rubber tyre hit my temple, dazed and bleeding I found myself in a Gasthous opposite the road crossing, my mother administering brandy, and a minor fuss taking place around me. huh,

It wasn’t all action in Deutschland though, as exciting as going to American football where my dad was playing in between quarters, or dodging big military convoys of tanks and troop movements as they rumbled along the roads, In day time we always knew when there was a convoy, the lead jeep or truck always had it’s headlights on, and the ground shook.

Well, fast forward, my dad was back home with us, and playing seven nights a week, in a city, on the coast, but him and my mum made the announcement, “We’re moving to Aberdeen…!”

Like a freshly caught cod, my world ended, and I was gutted.

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Hi there, thanks for visiting the pages here. Over the course of this blog I hope to communicate and inform the reader of the trials and tribulations of an independent musician living with chronic stress, anxiety, depression and panic attacks, and the stresses of discrimination and prejudice in 21st century scotland.

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