Free ride...

Today I am listening to John Martyn and there is a man in the station...

In March I am going to be 45. That feels real good to write. I am listening to John Martyn and there is a man at the station and there is one last circle I am dying to try...there is a journey that I  am excited about taking. In reality I have not been on an actual train platform for many years except a Eurostar to Paris. mostly because they seldom seem to take me where I need to go and even if they did I could not afford to pay the fare....umm I miss my student railcard...but I do not miss being a student, I do not miss it cos I never stopped being one, (my Mum will testify to that, she is still waiting for me to grow out of my earring phase).

I remember laying on station platform at the age of 19 listening to Solid Air when this track came on, I was on my way to a free festival in the Hampshire woods, the sun was gorgeously hot and the air smelt of diesel and dust, coffee and cake, lemonade and licorice and freshly lit Golden Virginia. Me and my travelling cohorts played the C60 cassette in the portable player and surprisingly no one else on the platform seemed to object, really they did'nt, I remember looking around at the assembled masses of which their were quite a few, it being a hot sunny Saturday. All of human kind sat and saunted up and down the platform and to a soul they seemed to all be sharing the moment.  There were old folk and kids, parents and partners and I saw a timeline of my own existence stretch before me down the platforms edge, would I even make it to see me married, kids, and OAP. I was distracted from existential stream of consciousness by site of some very exciting looking ladies who were being approached by my cohorts...I pressed stop on the cassette player and flicked my roly in to the tracks as time pulled into the station and we all climbed aboard.


Please enjoy the John Martyn clip below and I have to say it is best listened to on the move...