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John-Charles Cooke

About Me

I don't claim to be ANYTHING, and have always regarded myself as a back-street boy ( to whom the pavement was often a pillow) having a go at POSH things, like trying to play drums, write words and music, after many years of playing drums for artists probably in every town in England - and as far as southern india.I was fortunate enough, after performing an 80 hour drum solo, to receive some percussional guidance from the regretably departed John Bonham.A good friend of mine once asked Robert Plant " considering your almighty artistic and commercial achievements - WHY are you still doing music?"He allegedly replied "Ask John!"So she did! And my answer then, is the same as now - "I HAVE TO!" But after years of creative toil, I hope I continue to engender more humility, and comprehension that the public is THE BOSS!So if I don't please you with my creative attempts, both live and here - then it can ONLY be MY fault!And in love and showbusiness - one should NEVER ask "WHY?"

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 08/05/2007
Band Members: Marcus Tristan Heathcock. Jolyon Barker. Sarah Tustain. Dave Chriss. Some of the delectable dancers and actresses from 'Heaven' ( DY8 that is) for video appearances) and indeed any musician who will honour me with her or his artistry.
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Type of Label: Major

My Blog

HOPE

HOPE? WHAT IS HOPE? THE MERE PAINT ON THE FACE OF EXISTENCE - THE SLIGHTEST BRUSH OF TRUTH WIPES IT AWAY, AND THEN WE SEE WHAT A HOLLOW CHEEKED HARLOT WE HAVE HOLD OF...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 11:21:00 GMT

FOR ALL WHO FIGHT ....

They built the rail tracks over the alps to from Vienna to Venice before there was  a train capable of making the journey -But they built it anyway! Because they knew that one day a train would c...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 12:36:00 GMT

UNREQUITED LOVE

I remember when I had very few worlds to lose,but still to show my love, I gave what I had - a heart!as the world went, I gave what what was worth a worldfor worlds can never restore me those pure fee...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 00:54:00 GMT

A DREAM UPON WAKING...

OH MISS UNDERSTAND ME - WOULD THAT BE YOUR NAME? THAT MYSTERY YOUR SPIRIT, IT CALLED - SO I CAME; I'VE BROUGHT BOURGANVILLA OF FRAGRANCE SO DEEP, AS FLEETING AS HAPPINESS - NOT MADE TO KEEP.. I WAIT F...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 10:42:00 GMT

?

....Serenely I wandered  past caring,     Through a room in an empty crowd,     A stairway of stars was declaring:     "Sorry - no twinkles alowed -&n...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 03:41:00 GMT

philosophy

UNTIL WE SEE OUR ALTERS AS THE ULTIMATE PLACE FOR LOVE, AND OUR BEDROOMSAS THE ULTIMATE PLACE FOR WORSHIP - WE SEE NOTHING AT ALL....
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 10:42:00 GMT

Lord Byron

Byron, the immoralist, wavering between levity and tragedy,whose energy- his greatest gift to literature, might have found an outlet in statecraft. He wanted power - but it was denied him. He wanted l...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:42:00 GMT

LOVE

      .......SILENCE IS THE CRUELEST ANSWER......
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:54:00 GMT

love

......I remember when I had very few worlds to lose,       yet still, to pay my court, I gave what I had - a heart!       As the world went, I gave wh...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:49:00 GMT

a murmur to me

..It is strange that life's  principle lies deepest in those who long the most to die....
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 18:21:00 GMT