Maharaja Blues

The day of Miku’s birth. The day he came to earth. Once more around the sun, now Another lap’s begun. His rhythm non-erratic,  His oath still Hippocratic, He passes space and time In Medicine, Bass and Rhyme, But on this fine occasion Focus lies on celebration! By Adrian Taylor,   from Spiral Arm Galaxy and friend of Maharaja Blues  From Pink 🦩 On this fine occasion,   We trade thought for elation A flamingo lifts its wing,   And all the bright hearts sing!   Pink feathers catch the light,   Basslines bloom through the night,   And laughter, sweet and strong,   Turns every breath to song.   So raise your glass, take flight,   In coral, gold, and white For Miku’s day of mirth   Renews the joy of earth. 🦩🦩🦩 Next gig details  maharaja-blues-in-pontypridd-2026 Full story index blog-story-category-index

There’s something wonderfully subversive about that reflection in my shades. 😎  It’s me looking at myself looking at myself, caught in the mirrored lenses of my own festival day swagger.  It’s like the universe briefly turned me into both the photographer and the photographed, the watcher and the watched, the performer and the audience. A tiny hall of mirrors tucked into a pair of shades. And yes, it does feel emblematic of our age: the way our devices fold us inward, the way we’re always half performing, half observing, half critiquing and half obsessing about ourselves. A quadruple half existence. The modern math of insecurity. And yet the moment and that flicker of “oh, that’s me, caught in the act”, is also deeply human. It’s the same self consciousness poets have been wrestling with for centuries.  Poets (Robert Frost, in particular) would have had a field day with this. They would hone in upon the tension between the outer world and the inner world (doubt, longing,...