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S t i l l R a i n i n g , S t i l l D r e a m i n g ." All of which is fine if yir name's Jimi F*****g Hendrix & you happen to be Sheltering from the Storm in some plush hotel suite, lost in Opium-Induced Reveries while libidinous young ladies anoint your inner thighs with
Q-Tips dipped in Unctious Oils from the Orient....but if yi happen tae be in the woebegone part of Scotland where
S t o n e d H o l y H Q is situated and the rain has fallen unceasingly from the leaden heavens all day long, it's quite another matter entirely!! In those circumstances, I hope you will see, my Web-Logging Compatriots, that it's not so much a
Purple Haze then as an Unremittingly Gray, Dull Fog!! And if, like me, you happen to have only £11.68 to yir name in this world, you will quickly realise that it's not a case of
'still raining, still dreaming' as 'still raining, still wondering where the fuck it all went so lamentably wrong in your pitiful life as a Purveyor of Pop-Slop'...or put another way, how comes it to pass that the most exciting thing that happened to you today was seeing Susannah Reid's legs on BBC1's 'Breakfast' !! (Just as an aside to that, I'd like to mention Reporting Scotland's Catriona Shearer; one seriously Foxy Lady!!....and that, you should know, is another Hendrix reference!!)
Anyway, leaving attractive lady newsreaders aside (at least until 7.30 tomorrow morning!), it's still chucking it doon outside....and inside,
It's Raining In My Heart. Not so much because as was the case with
Buddy Holly;
'the weatherman says fair today, he doesn't know you've gone away' but because I have a melancholic disposition which is given free reign to plaque me with pleasing thoughts of sadness given my abject failure to prosper in the field I chose to dedicate my life-energy to.....and, perhaps more tellingly, the Pluvially Bedrenched Scottish Climate!!!
The Outcasts might've complained
"I'm in Pittsburgh and it's Raining" but they were young and privileged American youth of the shiny 1960's who later on in the day, after they'd recorded their Classic Punk Rock Nugget, were to be found Draggin' on Main Street impressing the girls who had Mary Tyler Moore haircuts & Angora Sweaters!.....but I bet a lifetime of frustration amidst the near constant Scottish Drizzle n Downpour woulda wiped that Punk Rock Sneer off their Plooky Yankee Faces!!!
And still it rains...and still I dream : Maybe
Someday A Real Rain Will Come & Wash All The Scum Off The Streets.....yeah, maybe I should
Thank God For The Rain To Wash The Trash Off The Sidewalk...
Maybe, like Tom Waits, I feel
'The Night's Too Quiet, Stretched Out Alone. I Need The Whip Of Thunder & The Wind's Dark Moan.' Maybe
'I Want to Believe In The Mercy Of The World Again....So Make It Rain!'
Or maybe it is that I seek respite from the Storms & Vicissitudes of life?
'Suddenly I Turned Around & She Was Standing There. With Silver Bracelets On Her Wrists & Flowers In Her Hair. She Walked Up To Me So Gracefully & Took My Crown Of Thorns....Come In She Said, I'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm!'
Ah Hell! It's just like
John Lennon said;
That When It Rains & Shines, It's Just A State Of Mind!! I'd believe anything if it was accompanied by that guitar riff & Bravura Bass performance!........but enough of this Precipitational Flim-Flammery!!
One thing I do know in this Ripped Up, Tattered & Torn, Mixed-Up, Battered & Worn Old World and these times of Phoney Economic Austerity we currently find ourselves subjected to...& that is that
A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL!!
Bring it on - my heart's made outta Stainless Steel!!
