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The Honeycombs

Posted in LGBTQ+, Music with tags , , , , on July 14, 2023 by telescoper

At the end of a long week I’m now waiting for the oven to heat up for my dinner (salmon) and while it’s doing that I thought I’d share an old record or two by a popular beat combo of days gone by.

The Honeycombs in 1964

Have I The Right? was a big hit in 1964 for The Honeycombs. The video is redolent of the 1960s – the music, the photography, the clothes are very much of that period – the one exception being the drummer, Honey Lantree, who was one of the first female drummers in a hit band; she passed away five years ago. She was the sister of the bass player John Lantree. who is on the left in the above picture.

The band was produced by pioneering sound engineer Joe Meek (who I’ve blogged about before). Joe Meek like to have a strong blend of low frequencies in the mix, but Honey Lantree tended to use bass drum rather sparingly, hence Joe Meek’s suggestion that the band should stamp their feet during the “Come Right Back” bit of the chorus. Anyway, it’s what kinds nowadays call “a banger”…

The Honeycombs are generally regarded as a one-hit wonder, which is one hit more than most bands manage, but is a shame because their first album Here Are The Honeycombs has some great music on it. Take this, for example, their third follow-up single Eyes:

This record has an an interesting melody,  hypnotic atmosphere all of its own and some great work on the drums by Honey Lantree. I think it’s great, actually, but it wasn’t a commercial success largely because it didn’t get played on the BBC at the time. Why not? Well, look at the lyrics:

Eyes, I’ve seen in some crowded places
Staring from lonely faces
Wanting someone to want them too

Eyes that night after night are trying
to keep themselves from crying
making believe their dreams are true

But eyes of, someone who’s in love
Who would ever have thought that I’d find them there

Eyes that watch as we drew together
wondering if we could ever
find all the love they’ve never known

Eyes that now we have left behind us
In places you never find us
where people go cause they’re alone

Now I gaze in the eyes of the one I love
Now no longer alone and afraid and sad

Although it’s not explicit, the song is about a guy getting off with another guy in a crowded gay bar while the other customers look on. The BBC wouldn’t touch that sort of thing back in 1964!

The Eyes to the Left

Posted in Biographical, Brighton, Mental Health with tags , , , , , , on October 1, 2020 by telescoper

One of the things I managed to squeeze in during these last hectic days was a visit to the optician. I hadn’t had my eyes tested since I lived in Brighton, probably more than five years ago, which is a bit long to leave it for one of my advanced years. Inevitably the test revealed that I needed new spectacles, though curiously one eye – the left – has changed much more than the other since my last test. My prescription has corrections for both astigmatism and myopia (short-sightedness) but these are both well corrected by varifocals, the type of glasses I have worn for some time. My new specs took just a week to arrive and I find reading much more comfortable wearing them than I did with my old ones.

I remember the first time I had to wear varifocals I found it quite difficult, especially looking down through the bottom half of the lens (which is where you are assumed to be looking when reading) as they make it difficult to judge the distance to the ground (or, more dangerously, exactly where the next stair is….). I found after a day or two I was used to the varying focus and now I think nothing of it.

Because it means that your eyes focus differently on horizontal and vertical lines, and that’s exactly how text is constructed, uncorrected astigmatism makes it difficult to read words and numbers at a distance. With varifocals you have to look through the top half of the lens, which is the bit that corrects the astigmatism, and move your point of view until you find the place where the optical performance is best. I’ve often found myself in the audience of a lecture moving my head in odd ways to try to find the best angle to read what’s on the screen. I hope it’s not too disconcerting for the speaker when I do that!

The most interesting bit of my visit to the optician however was that I had an optical coherence tomography scan which generate a three-dimensional picture of the back of the eyeball. I’ve never seen one of those before. Here’s an example (not me):

This type of scan can be used to diagnose things like glaucoma and diabetic retinopathy, neither of which I have. In my case though it did reveal a significant level of unevenness in the surface at the back of both eyes and some signs of swelling of or near the optic nerves. The optician showed me the scan and pointed out these abnormalities, but said that it wasn’t anything too worry too much about as he thought it was historical rather than progressive. He said the only time he’d seen anything like that was in the cases of people who had in the past had some form of trauma to the head (which can cause increased pressure inside and so damage the back of the eyes).

I’ve blogged before about the long term effects on my mental health of the beating I experienced in Brighton over thirty years ago, but this was the first time I’ve seen such clear evidence of the physical damage that I presume was caused by that event. In extreme cases I experience periods of exaggeratedly heightened awareness of things moving in my peripheral vision that I can’t keep track of, accompanied by auditory and visual hallucinations. I’m not an expert but it seems likely to me that what the scan revealed may play a role in these episodes. It doesn’t explain why they seem to be triggered by stress, though, so there must be other factors.

Over the years a number of people have remarked that I often have the blinds closed in my office during the day, and that as well as that as well as being varifocals the lenses I wear in my glasses are reaction lenses (i.e. they go dark in bright light). Avoiding bright light in such ways was suggested by an optician some years ago, who suspected I might have some form of retinal damage but couldn’t see anything definitive with the technology available then. It seems he was right!

 

Eyes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on June 27, 2014 by telescoper

My most honorable eyes, you are not in the best of shape.
I receive from you an image less than sharp,
And if a color, then it’s dimmed.
And you were a pack of royal greyhounds once,
With whom I would set out in the early mornings.
My wondrously quick eyes, you saw many things,
Lands and cities, islands and oceans.
Together we greeted immense sunrises
When the fresh air set us running on the trails
Where the dew had just begun to dry.
Now what you have seen is hidden inside me
And changed into memories or dreams.
I am slowly moving away from the fairgrounds of the world
And I notice in myself a distaste
For the monkeyish dress, the screams and drumbeats.
What a relief. To be alone with my meditation
On the basic similarity in humans
And their tiny grain of dissimilarity.
Without eyes, my gaze is fixed on one bright point,
That grows large and takes me in.

by Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004)