Showing posts with label Sinatra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sinatra. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 May 2013

Korea; 1950; A Hundred years ago

Korea; 1950; a Hundred years ago

J.R. Hartley

Welcome dear reader, it has been over 8 weeks i think and i forgot about you, yes i know how ruddy awful but then again you forgot about me, so its all well and good now isnt it? i think we shan't kiss, but we will make up? Personally i blame revision for having kept us apart for so long ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSFZPCzzHIU)

So what has the past 8 weeks brought me? well the highs and lows, mostly lows but not terrifically low, so all is well! Exams for me are pretty much done and gone so i say fond farewells to those awful lot for this year, how great! (The only question left to ask is hows your lindy? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahoJReiCaPk )

Ahh speaking of the lindy, i have been immersed on the very early 20th century lately, i feel i'm stuck in about 1926, it's not even something that i have been doing on purpose, so that brings to me a question i have been toying with in my mind, why do people like the stuff they like... thats the blunt, short way of putting it, to elaborate i would state;

"Do individuals stick with popular culture because they were brought up gradually with the media and fashion around them, would they like other pop culture items from other points in our history if they were brought up with it?"

This actually is a really easy question to answer, and its almost Darwinian and Freudian in its answer; We are products of our environments and 99.9% percent of the time we adhere to that, but then i struggle when i come the exception of me and one or two others i have met, now this is not to say that i am the only person in this generation to know of things from the previous generation, i mean it in that me and the two other people i have met do not like the fashions and music of this generation at all... we all have a code when speaking to friends that if they play shit music and they ask us about it we always say " yes i could listen to this but its not something i would search for myself" or actually this is ok i guess... that is code for please turn it off...

yes back to my point, i just want to contrast the two generations now to examine why someone could not like the things of today is the question i next try to answer...

A wise man once said, Art is never Static, Art changes with time, with grace, with different conjures and interests. -  Because of this i ask myself the question (While watching back to the future) how the fucking hell did we get from Bobby Soxers in poodle skirts having had their best boy take them the malt shop to listen to the NEW Elvis record. Coming forwards to 2013 To pretty much odd sods with Korean Pop music, sexually explicit lyrics, odd haircuts that would make a hedhog think twice about an attack and all while wearing their faux 1960's clothes from Top Man or Primark... or even worse, the dreaded nylon tracksuit with branding ablaze.

Now those comparisons are not to say one music or fashion taste is better than the other, no it is to question how we got from this
 

To this...





These were not the best, nor the worst photos i found, nor do the describe the generation fully - how i personally see it- but i couldnt find photos on how exactly people dress today. but you get the gist right? how come the bring contrast?!

I am not going to go into some massive debate about it because you, dear reader, know where my loyalties lie.

Now i can understand some reasons for change, like moving away from suits to tracksuits, thats because sometimes suits are just not practical but does this mean we should not wear suits just because its easy not to? i think not! whatever happened to wanting to really put some effort into your appearance, suits should be the social norm... for men anyway.

Now for women, yes you can wear trousers, i can understand why many have moved away from dresses and skirts, i can understand that, you can look good without them but please do not even consider buying strappy tops please...

Why can't we go back to a time where men wore suits, nice hats, brylcreemed their hair, drank during the day as alcohol was everywhere, most men smoked good cigarettes... Like these guys


Women had pale white make up, ruby red lips and hair like Peggy pee or Rita  (see below) - and yes you can have trousers but i much prefer skirts... just make sure you look respectable!




This post really has lost its venom but it cannot be helped, i promise dear reader to try and be more frequent in my updates.

the next one will be my views on the Woolwich killing.

All the best, feel free to comment.

Oh one last thing... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqsT4xnKZPg

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

That's life, Now with Extra Sinatra. Bi-polar-arrific'

That's life, Now with Extra Sinatra.
 Bi-polar-arrific'

I wish to appolgise in advance, this is written to a poor standard however i just cannot be arsed to sort it out, normal service will resume in the next post! i assure you!

Now In this post i will delve into something a little deeper than the usual Byron jam jacked fun! i shall be talking about how it is to live with Bi-polar. Outright i should state that i have not be psychoanalysed with Bi-polar, however it is commonly accepted that Bi-polar is hereditary. All the men on my mothers side of the family have Bi-polar and i show indefinite signs of Bi-polar and will not be diagnosed with it purely because i hate Hospitals, and even more being analysed by healthcare professionals, however i still have the mindset of someone suffering with bi-polar, the amazing highs followed by the terrific lows, i shall be giving you an insight today dear reader just to explain to myself, mostly, how i feel.

Let me give you the low down on my feels today then, i know i had one unbelievable high but thats another matter.

7 Am woke up, literally struggled out of bed to think of a reason to drag myself to Sixth Form (Low)
7:30 Am My mum said i could go to see The Who, Yes The Freaking Who (Ecstatic High)
9:05 Am sat in the Sixth Form, with people who discuss football all the fucking time... (Mid low)
10:45 Am Doing the runnaround for some ungrateful sod who was perfectly capable of doing it themselves, and not taking on board my excellent and faultless advice because i know my stuff when it comes to that topic (burning anger and resentment at how easily i will do things for people)
12:30 Pm Really hurt my foot, owwie, (Quite funny actually)
2 Pm After having dragged myself to New College i just couldn't stand to be in that lesson any more and faked a doctors appointment to get out of the last 1/3(seething anger again after having calmed down)
3 Pm When a Prat ruins something you were excited about, Passive aggressive sod that he is. I suspect some Freudian Flaws (Low
4 Pm Home to find my mum actually interested in what i have to say for a change (High)
5 Pm Reading about insolent peoples failures at goals they have set numerous times... Seething anger yet again

At times i just feel like the sinatra song, Thats Life, Enjoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qh_TKJTPsQ