The Bohemian Room

To the left of the radio studio lies a room, a private room. The old key turns the rusty door lock and yes the hinges creek, but inside lies a small, comfortable room, a wood burning fireplace, overstuffed chairs, pillows, a multicolored blanket from a foreign land, exotic materials and pictures gathered on travels. The room, always warm, always peaceful is the home for many of Duke's more personal items not normally on show or heard over the radio. Special music collections meant entirely for reflection of lives past and lives present. Scattered across the old oak table are papers ...  poems ...  words from others, collected, notes jotted down for future use, photographs of lost loves, not just people but places, an attempt to connect an emotion to a view .. a vision.

The books fill one wall, the old vinyl waiting to be converted to a digital format against another. The turntables, the scanners, the computers. Old world resting dreamily against the hum of new technology. Music is a constant, and depending on the time of day or the mood so lies the volume and genre. Whether to sit and read with an escapist air and sounds to ensure the warmth of heart and openness of mind or slip on the headphones and join the musician on stage, this room is there for those who understand such thoughts, that appreciate duality and passions.

There is, as usual, a very tangential element to living a life style such as the Ole Duke prefers. So there will always continue to be changes and additions. But as this is a very private room well then maybe only those allowed in will care to see.



is Life
It flows thru
the death of me
like a river
of becoming
the sea
             - Beat Poet Gregory Corso's self written epitaph

You think you see me?
You only see the face I choose to show.
But you don't see what's inside, there's far much more to me to know.

My eyes show light but they hide storm clouds,
Into the eye of this storm only a few are allowed.

This smile you see that shows so pearly and white,
Hides a fear of a dark and lonely night.

Ahhh but don't think that I am just all doom and gloom,
I just hold many secrets like an Egyptian tomb.

There are many facets to me, many stories to tell,
A tale behind my life older than many a church bell.

Feel free to get to know me and watch my story unfold,
For "I make the obvious invisible"...lifetimes of tales to be told.


- Alex Smith Ingrid Bergman - Gordon Parks


Naima - John Coltrane


"The cruelty of most people is lack of imagination, their brutality is ignorance."

                                 Kurt Tucholsky 
Greta Garbo (1928) - Edward Steichen

Music of a life

Man Of The World Fleetwood Mac  
Man With The Child In His Eyes Kate Bush  
It's A Very Deep Sea The Style Council  
Why I Went Missing The Style Council  
Changing Man Paul Weller  
Only Love Wynonna Judd  
Beauty For Ashes Crystal Lewis and Ron Kenoly  
Healing Michael English  
Strollin Prince  
Living Again Cee Lo Green  

Darker My Love - 2  
01 Northern Soul
02 Blue Day
03 Two Ways Out
04 Pale Sun
05 White Composition
06 Add One To The Other One
07 Even In Your Lightest Day
08 All The Hurry And Wait
09 Waves
10 Talking Words
11 Immediate
The Oracle  (1949) - John Guttman

Music that makes my heart beat

Highways of My Life Isley Brothers
Lovely Inspiration Frankie Beverley and Maze
Enchantment Corrine Bailey Rae
Hangin On A String Loose Ends
Wishing On A Star Rose Royce
Crushed Out Goapele
Golden Jill Scott
Lookin For Another Pure Love Stevie Wonder
Falling Gaelle
Call Me When You Get This Corrine Bailey Rae
Mercy Mercy Me Marvin Gaye
Closer Goapele
Happier Than The Morning Sun Stevie Wonder
Next Lifetime Erykah Badu
Angel The Style Council
At This Time Algebra



The term bohemian, of French origin, was first used in the English language in the nineteenth century to describe the untraditional lifestyles of marginalized and impoverished artists, writers, musicians, and actors in major European cities. Bohemians were associated with unorthodox or antiestablishment political or social viewpoints, which were often expressed through non-marital sexual relations, frugality, and/or voluntary poverty.

The term emerged in France in the 1800s when artists and creators began to concentrate in the lower-rent, lower class gypsy neighborhoods. The term "Bohemian" reflects a belief, widely held in France at the time, that the Gypsies had come from Bohemia.