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An 80’s
Brummie on a musical Journey!
The
television was not flat in the 80’s but chunky and heavy.
Boy George
was singing from it “Do you really want to hurt me?”
Birmingham,
a small part of Le Bon’s Planet Earth, my home city.
UB40’s
soulful reggae filled the creaking doorways with rueful pity.
Steel Pulse
bigging up revolution, the Beats mirror talking for free!
Multicultural
before it was fashionable, music brought such harmony.
A melting
pot of tension, soothed by Dexy’s plea to the joyful Eileen.
Two Tone
tunes rescuing the working-class angst of this emerging teen.
Putting his
head out, above school life towards making plans for Nigel.
Enjoying the
silence of early morning waking, hearing a call of an angel.
From the
sorting office in Howard Road to the gates of Oscott Seminary.
Following
the promptings of love’s mystery, a fledging priestly journey.
Music kept
me company caressing those years of study and complexity.
Marvelling
at the haunting lyrics, the poise, the depth of sheer ingenuity.
Ozzie
dazzlingly brilliant, Brum’s finest eccentric, one crazy train ride.
Electric
Light Orchestra blue skies shine as a plethora of cultures collide.
40 years
later I am still immersed in the Cure of the 80’s music industry.
At heart a
claret & blue Brummie seeking the echo beach of lasting eternity.
Fr Patrick
Brennan 2024 ©
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