I am now a paid up member of C-lub 19.

Lucky to have very mild symptoms right now, as the majority of people seem to have with the latest variant. Most people are just wanting to get on with life. Me too.

But I don’t want to forget, because for some people it has been or continues to be an horrific and tragic experience. There was a memorial concert at the weekend for a musician friend, which I sadly couldn’t go to because I was isolating.

A while ago I wrote a song in his memory. I’ve not played it to anyone bar a couple of friends. I haven’t recorded it. Not sure even what to do with it, but here’s the lyric:

Gold On Black

I see a pretty goldfinch
Singing in the sun           
I think she’s come to help me 
To remember someone
For the gold that she is named for
And the feathers on her back
Owe their glory
To the colour black

Gold on black, gold on black
I wish I could bring that big man back
He made everybody 
Shine a little brighter
Gold on black
Gold on black 

At the foot of Ben Gullion
Lies a giant of a man
His heart is still beating
If anyone’s can
And there’s a smile on his face
And we smile back
It’s the glory 
Of the colour black

Gold on black, gold on black
I wish I could bring that big man back
He made everybody 
Shine a little brighter
Gold on black
Gold on black 

That Gold Finch flies away 
Like they do, like they do
And that Gold Finch flies away         
Like they do
That Gold Finch flies away 
Like they do, like they do
And that Gold Finch flies away 

Gold on black, gold on black
I wish I could bring that big man back
Gold on black, gold on black
I wish I could bring that big man back
Gold on black, gold on black
I wish I could bring that big man back
He made everybody 
Shine a little brighter
Gold on black
Gold on black

In memory of Robert Black