Good Morning

Jazzy D Northern Lights Memories #1

Some soulful funky and jazzy grooves for a Saturday. These are tunes I DJ'ed back in the days at the NL in Brighton - great memories, food,music,booze and the gals!

Randy Crawford & Joe Sample - Rio De Janeiro Blues

Marlena Shaw - Let's Wade in the Water

Barbara Acklin - Am I The Same Girl

Roy Ayers Ubiquity - Saerchin'

Jimi Tenor & Kabu Kabu - Magical World

Enjoy

Jazzy D Northern Lights Memories #2

More quality music for the punters at the defunct Northern Lights - more memories and occasional dancing with the female punters! Sometimes on my own and sometimes with Abo (in avatar pic) and Ally Smith.

Kathleen Emery - Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child

Labi Siffre - I Got The Blues

Cymande - Brothers On The Slide

The Brothers Seven -Funky Smunk

Rose Mitchell - Baby Please Don't Go

Miles Davis - Milestones

Triste Janeiro - In The Garden

Some of the discoveries we played! Awesome track!

Letta Mbulu - What's Wrong With Groovin'

Enjoy.

Jazzy D Northern Lights Memories #3

More grooves from those Northern Lights nights -

Joe Bataan - Latin Strut

Serge Gainsbourg - Angoisse

Blossom Dearie - I Like London In The Rain

Flora Purim - Casa Forte

Pete Rodriguez - I Like It Like That

Mel Torme -  Comin' Home Baby

Ella Fitzgerald - Sunshine Of Your Love

Eddie Harris - Listen Here

Every weekend down at the Northern Lights brasserie this is the kind of music that was supplied by the Funky Three of Jazzy D, Ally and Abo.

Enjoy.

When The Northern Lights Finished

Yes, this lovely Scandinavian bar died in 2017 and it was a sad day although I had left it earlier than 2017 because by 2014 under new management they did not want DJ's.




So,in the end it all Finn-ished! Pun intended. 

Jazzy D Northern Lights Memories #4

Excuse me whilst I indulge in more grooves from the NL gigs I did-
btw the avatar pic is of me at the decks at the Northern Lights.

Nico Gomez And His Orchestra - Rio

Della Reese - It Was A Very Good Year

Didiers Sound Spectrum - Impulse

The Wolfgang Dauner Quintet - Take Off Your Clothes To Feel The Setting Sun

Roy Ayers Ubiquity - The Third Eye

Yasuko Agawa - L.A. Nights

Veda Brown - Short Stopping

Jean Knight -Mr.Big Stuff

Enjoy.

Jazzy D Northern Lights Memories #5

and now the final selection -

Sheila Wilkerson - Baby Your A Jive Cat

Rhetta Hughes - Light My Fire

Curtis Mayfield - Move On Up

Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love

Hamilton Bohannon - Disco Stomp

Stevie Wonder - As

And finally, the most played track by us DJ's with that wicked bass line -

Jocelyn Brown - Somebody Else's Guy

enjoy.

Just Wondering

Charles Schultz used to say that Happiness is a warm puppy. What is happiness to you?

Do you prefer one big gesture or a lot of small gestures of kindness?

How would you describe your best friend?

Good Night

Poems Of The Week

Galactic Lovepoem

Poem by Adrian Henri



Warm your feet at the sunset
Before we go to bed
Read your book by the light of Orion
With Sirius guarding your head
Then reach out and switch off the planets
We'll watch them go out one by one
You kiss me and tell me you love me
By the light of the last setting sun
We'll both be up early tomorrow
A new universe has begun



A Child's Nightmare

Poem by Robert Graves


Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

That one word was all he said,
That one word through all my sleep,
In monotonous mock despair.
Nonsense may be light as air,
But there's Nonsense that can keep
Horror bristling round the head,
When a voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

He had faded, he was gone
Years ago with Nursery Land,
When he leapt on me again
From the clank of a night train,
Overpowered me foot and head,
Lapped my blood, while on and on
The old voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

Morphia drowsed, again I lay
In a crater by High Wood:
He was there with straddling legs,
Staring eyes as big as eggs,
Purring as he lapped my blood,
His black bulk darkening the day,
With a voice cruel and flat,
"Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..." he said, "Cat! ... Cat!..."

When I'm shot through heart and head,
And there's no choice but to die,
The last word I'll hear, no doubt,
Won't be "Charge!" or "Bomb them out!"
Nor the stretcher-bearer's cry,
"Let that body be, he's dead!"
But a voice cruel and flat
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!"