Heart of a Punk Soul of a Rasta

They say that if you want to stay on friendly terms with folk never talk about religion or politics………..as far as I'm concerned you should never talk about your musical preference either, so here goes. Musical preference is a minefield, the musical TASTE of some people is truly bizarre, they have an all consuming passion for the most curious and disparate selection of bands. And a harsh word said or written about their particular beloved and God, they soon let you know about it. But these passionate people are not the real enemy, far from it, it is the "disinterested" that are the real enemy. For the "disinterested" music is easy, they don't need to have a preference or a discernable musical TASTE, they either like everything or anything they're told to like.

For many years I worked in Wolverhampton and my lunch breaks were usually spent at local Tesco in search of snap. Most Thursdays I'd see the same geezer there, he'd stroll up, week after week, drift along the row of Cd's, and with the merest glance he'd pick up whatever CD was No.1 in the chart and toss it into his basket. If an album had been No.1 for more than a week, he'd nonchalantly grab the Cd that was No.2 in the chart and toss that into his basket instead. For me this geezer epitomises what it is to be a member of the "disinterested" fraternity, like someone who goes to the football every Saturday but doesn't actually support a team. The "disinterested" are the most worrying sort people on the planet, yes more worrying than terrorists and deviants, because people bereft of passion for music are in league with the devil, believe me. And people who love music with a blind all consuming passion have no time to do the devil's bidding, they're too busy buying records, tickets, going to gigs and getting strung out, they are the chosen ones, it stands to reason.

It's obvious of course, but still needs saying, that I can absolutely detest a band that someone else is passionately enthusing about, and visa versa. But even though our musical TASTE may divide us, our passion for the particular unites us.

Anyway at the end of the day musical TASTE is all about Peaches! Not "Peaches" by The Stranglers or "Peaches" by The Presidents of the United States of America, but tinned and fresh peaches.

Once upon a time there were two geezers……Geezer No.1 had been brought up all his life on tinned peaches served in lovely thick syrup with a little tad of evaporated milk on top, and he loved tinned peaches served in lovely thick syrup with a little tad of evaporated milk on top, it did it for him, and what was wrong with that? Nothing! Next door to geezer No.1 lived geezer No.2, he on the other gland had only ever known the delights of the fresh peach. He used to gorge himself day and night on the furry suede like skin and succulent juicy flesh of peaches freshly plucked from his own tree by his own Grecian handmaiden, it did it for him, and what was wrong with that? Yes you're right again absolutely nothing!