A beautiful day, weather-wise in Los Angeles. I went to work in Downtown this morning, feeling a little light headed and in a very relaxed state. Whenever I have to wake up early for either a work situation or doctor visit, I usually don't need an alarm clock to get me out of bed. It's generally through a dream where I hear a female whisper in my ear "Tosh." That usually wakes me up. Before work, I re-posted one of the old pieces I wrote for "
365." Today is
Pete Shelley's birthday. If he were alive, he would be 64. The same age as me. A remarkable songwriter and the first three Buzzcocks albums are pretty damn perfect. Also, his solo work is equally amazing. I have often wondered why he didn't stick with the solo work. Shelley had an interest in electronic or experimental music which gave his pop songwriting side a certain edge. The songs were pretty, but there was harshness or layers of textures that combined with the heart-filled lyrics become a powerful formula. Shelley went on to make music with Buzzcocks, and a classic song here and there would show up on later recordings. Still, I miss him greatly.
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