Charley Datcher

I am Charley Datcher- Datcher is a pseudonym derived from Charles’s surname which starts with a D but is not Datcher. Hope you’re following. I have an immaginative mind that is obnoxiously mean; it puts a gun to my head and forces me to write.

I love music. Everybody loves music, right. But I love it in a way that might be considered somewhat clinical- like a drug. Infact I’ve devised several ways to smuggle an Ipod or other music-playing gadget to heaven- but then I haven’t figured out how I’d recharge it when the battery runs out.

Also, I get inspired by few musicians like Enya, Enigma, Loreena mckennit, Solas and the likes of them. They re-incline my mind to remember the true reality when they sing songs that can’t be sung just anywhere or by just anyone. Songs of the soul- and not of the body. I love to observe Man and his intelligence in foolery. He runs around feeling important, growing up, getting an education, having ambitions, following unwritten rules, feeling sad, feeling happy, trying to fall in love, being confident, being timid, having opinions, casting judgment, pretending, walking fast, walking slowly, getting a life, and going to the loo. Man amuses me- especially from the darkness of the night skies when I look down through the fuselage window and the world looks like an alien planet, then humanity seems clueless and oblivious to the events strapped onto the next hour like an obliging schoolbag strapped onto the back of a studious student being driven in a bus by a bus driver who has no Idea that the school bus has just lost its brakes.

I love folks in military uniform- they remind me of myself in another life. I love flying. I love nature, the chirping birds in the trees of green, the howling wind at night, and the sounds of a cheerful baby.