…Authors and Artistes are Ageless… just look at ‘young’ Mick Jagger… #TBSU…

…I’m sure if yeez dig deep enuff into the Great God Google yeez can find out what age authors(esses) were when they wrote their various masterpieces… I’m equally certain there will be no common specific age when this tome or that tome came streaming from these assorted cerebral creative minds… the fascination that news channels and journalists have with quoting the ages of people featured in the broadcasts and newspaper columns is kinda strange to me… yeez know the kind of thing… ‘…snake charmer, Wally Wombat (aged 93) marries ferret breeder, Millie Mortifia (aged 22) at Winchester Cathedral (aged 1178)…’ or ‘…wunderkind prodigy, Bert Bangaloo (aged 3 1/2 months) wins Nobel Mathematics Prize…’ …it’s almost an obscene obsession with relating how long a person has been breathing to the gist of any story that the WURLD has to see… does it matter, Mabel?… the reason I ask emanates from my own WUNDERING if my 136 years on this planet has any correlation to my capacity to quill-scrape… I rather think not… today’s WURLD-shattering news headlines tells me that ‘young’ Mick Jagger is about to become, wait for it, a GREAT-GRANDFATHER… now, the Rolling Stones may not currently be everyone’s image of the zestful, energetic, Artistes Par Excellence, but to some of us of a certain age… and yeez know who yeez are…  who have grown up with Mick and Keefie, and Charlie Watts and Ronnie Woods don’t see the ‘age’ bit as much as the pure unadulterated talent that still rocks the planet every time these guys strut their stuff on stage… and so it is, and so it should be with we scribblers… Ageless, Creative, Talented, Masterpiece-Producers… literary genius has no time limit… literary genius does not count birthdays… literary genius just IS...  rock on, yeez splendid Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… I’m just off to put my Zimmer Frame in for its 10,000-mile overhaul… see yeez later… meantime, rock on  with this superb rendering of Honky Tonk Woman (age not quoted)…

…the long and winding blog…

…it isn’t everyone’s cup of cocoa, listening to the yesteryear classics of Messrs Beatles, Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix… nor even, dare it be whispered,  offerings by the Moody Blues, Deep Purple and Pink Floyd, a veritable palette of  colour bands…but, owning-up time right here–, in my youth I used to front a ‘group’ as we called ‘bands’ then… my forte being the raspiest Glasgow voice among my pals, and a penchant for single-reed harmonica a la Mick Jagger and Bob Dylan  ( Ed.note ..”how bluudy far back’s this guy goin’ here? “)…we played all the top spots back then… the Methodist Youth Club at the back end of Greenfield Street in Govan, famous for Percy Sledge never having played there…a local infant school Christmas shindig…a howling success…and a Boy Scouts Jamboree party…and no, we weren’t preceding Ray Charles and Willie Nelson on any of these magnificent bookings, but thanks for asking…The years rolled on, and as Master J. Lennon puts it so well, other things like Life were happening…years grew into decades, and well you know how that bit goes… the point I’m coming to is this… back then, being involved in stuff like that was GREAT… the music took us away to an altogether other space…listening to the musical Gods of the period was one thing, actually belting it out ourselves on whatever stage was MAGNIFICENT…because we were in our own little planets, doing our own trips…today, an admittedly more sedate mode of expression has settled on your ‘umble scribe…my current version is doing this ‘ere blog…it’s my own wee piece of artistic invention… and the wonderful thing is, I can appreciate it in other people’s wee pieces of artistic invention too… fellow blogsters…and I wonder how many started off doing their blog as I did?…merely as an adjunct to all the other web-by frippery that comes with trying to get the name out there…and then discovered, like me, the buzz of just doing it, scribbling away, or tapping away at the laptop…a fair few, I’ll wager…Matron’s just come in with the syringe, and in her usual a propos fashion she’s put on one of our favourites here in the ward … ‘Paperback Writer’…I think I feel a spot of ‘Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds’ comin’ on…g’night, nurse…