So the Flight Of The Kakapo, a depository for old stuff so I can remember where I put it, a repository for thoughts, ideas,rants, music videos, photographs, tweets and all that other modern stuff, a digital version of a 17th century common place book if you will. I have opinions, many of which you the reader will disagree with, however, the most important thing is they are my opinions, for me. I don’t expect any other person to share them – we are all individuals – all with different life experiences gained from both life and art – we all live in our own private reality – we all approach every experience we have with a unique horizon of expectation – so unless your action or words will harm another I have no issue with whatever you say or do, in fact I will argue for your freedom to to that, however much I might disagree with your viewpoint. The main things is that my friends and family, some yet to be met, some yet to be born, have a single place to find out a little about Strummerman.
Why the Flight of the Kakapo you may enquire? The Kakapo is a rotund flightless parrot that is almost extinct bar one colony located on a small island off the coast of New Zealand, evolution making it entirely unsuitable for a world that changed around it, so as someone who used to make his living selling vinyl records from both a bricks and mortar shop and record fairs, perhaps I can empathise a little with the Kakapo. Slightly understanding the feeling of becoming extinct because the world changes and your attributes are no longer able to sustain you in your environment.
The only flight a Kakapo can take is a mental flight – do Kakapos dream of soaring high above the Souther Alps of New zealand I often wonder in the same way I might dream about playing the guitar like Jimi Hendrix at Monterey Pop Festival. Perhaps writing is a human’s earthbound version of flight. With, what for those that know me will be a disturbing predictability, I turn to Hamlet for a quote that says it better than I ever could:
“I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space”
So enjoy the content, feel free to comment, and remember this is all just what I think and as (I did warn you) Hamlet says: “for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”
Oh, I almost forgot, the other reason is Kakapos make me laugh almost as much as they do as they do Stephen Fry…
Remember life is but a dream: