16th May, 2018
16th May, 2018
11th May, 2018
May the spark never die, oh fan it into a flame.
In a world of misery I am glad I came.
I have sinned to my eternal shame.
No way am I the only one, the many headed monster prowls beneath the Sun.
Someday, one day I will rise again when there is love between my fellow men.
Must I wait ‘til then?
The answer comes back no, begin again.
9th May, 2018
The Devil is a moving target, he moves me to tears.
To think that he turned out like that after all these years.
Will he ever reform, say, well that is that?
There’s hope for all of us, even a black cat.
Speaking for myself I moan, I wail, I weep.
What have I to look forward to?
At last a good night’s sleep.
8th May, 2018
4th May 2018
Here are two recordings from BBC Radio 4 of this month and last, Guitar Maker (Roger Bucknall) and Rastafarian Poet, the life story of Benjamin Zephaniah, read by himself. As well as a song of this year, Someone Out There Loves You, sung by Rae Morris.
If I ever buy a guitar if I ever have the money I would like to get it from Roger Bucknall, one of the great accoustic guitar makers of the world. To make a great guitar requires great knowledge of woods and other materials and a lot of skill, care and attention, the Devil is in the detail.
More than one person (two) have said about my singing I should learn the guitar, in the meantime what, air guitar? The guitar sounds on the Bucknall CD are surpassingly beautiful.
Zephaniah, U.K. born, of Jamaican ancestry, asks why do white people hate us? Good question. He was a poet, a gangster, then a poet again. It sometimes seems it helps to be a member of an oppressed community if a person wishes to be an artist, it provides motivation. Not that anger is a pleasant emotion.
Persecution is good for you said someone known to you and me. You have to be twice or three times as good to get promotion if you are a woman or black. The rich are deprived. Wealth is of the spirit. Money in the right hands is as wonderful as anything else.
I have a lot of other recordings on my computer I can send you over time. I hope you enjoy these.
I might send you a DVD of myself reading some of my stuff if I get around to making it. Once a technophobe, always a technophobe. Before I tell you the solution to this problem tell me how difficult it is because when I tell you the answer you will say how obvious it is, said Sherlock to Dr. Watson.
Dr. Watson was painting a door lemon. Sherlock Holmes walked by. Lemon entry Watson, he said.
I sold two copies of my singing CD, Great Irish Songs, to a couple outside a café here this week. At this rate it will take me a long time to become a million seller. No answer from Claddagh Records about the disc I gave them, I must not be purist enough for them. Long live the common people!
Best wishes and happy listening from David (Tich) Ennis
Heaven in a grain of sand, may I be that grain.
Maybe I am, or maybe I’m just a pain.
With apologies to William Blake.
Did you do a second take?
For Heaven’s sake.
1st May, 2018
If I only write stuff that can appear in Heaven how can I sell in Hell?
26th April, 2018