" Synchromysticism:
The art of realizing meaningful coincidence in the seemingly mundane with mystical or esoteric significance."

- Jake Kotze

November 18, 2011

Who Are You?

I've just secured tickets for Easter Monday at next years Bluesfest at Byron Bay where Roger Daltrey will be headlining the day by singing the whole soundtrack of Tommy.
I also saw this movie with my Grandmother at the cinema when it came out in the Seventies.
And just like The Last Wave where the Aboriginal Elder keeps repeating to Richard Chamberlain's character, "Who are you?", 
The Who keep singing the same words in Tommy.
Coincidence or what?
Could Easter Monday get any better than that?
What a sign this turned out to be from the birds that flew over  
Steve Winwood in a V, then a heart shaped formation, while he was singing Higher Love at A Day on the Green.
Then turning into this guitar shaped formation, as I tried to capture a photo of the flock, while they were flying towards Byron Bay.
I have blown the photo of the birds to full size, just scroll to the right.
The birds are near the flag in the picture.
Higher Love?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway

A policeman knew my name
He said, 'You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away'

I staggered back to the underground

And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Well, who are you?

(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the Tube back out of town

Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped

And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Well, who are you?

(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who are you?
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who the hell are you?
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

Who are you?

Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa...

Who are you?

Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, tell me, who are you?
(Who are you? Who?)
I really wanna know
Oh, I really wanna know
Come on tell me, who are you, you, you, oh, you

Update: 20 Nov. 2011
When I found out the band YES were also playing on the same day as Roger Daltrey, I had also just read this passage on page 292 of  
Nine Kinds of Naked; "Yessing along thus in the yesness of existence (and Elizabeth had discovered one evening while pouring over her dictionary that this is no mere wordplay, that the word ' yes' itself derives from the same root as to be, that yes is the emphatic contradiction of nothingness,that yes is the very essence of being, that yes is the inescapable act of life itself)...
And on page 363 there is this question and answer;
"Who are you?"
"I do not pretend to know who I am."
I had a lot of weird synchs like these while reading this book.
I'll do another post soon about a few more I've had while reading it, in the coming days. 

UPDATE: December, 2015.
I should have updated this post a while ago, but since I stumbled across it again today, I should mention that Roger came down with a virus and had to cancel the Bluesfest gig, but John Fogerty from CCR took his place and to me that was even better, as I'm a bigger CCR fan and I was literally in the front row of his performance.
The "Tombstone Shadow" Dark Sync
And while I would have loved to see Roger sing the Tommy soundtrack, this to me turned out way better.
Sorry Rog.


  1. Hello, I'm sure you will enjoy THAT concert! Roger Daltrey is one of my all time favourites. I once went to see them when they had just released I Can't Explain and managed to grab one of the cymbals from Roger's tambourine. I wore it around my neck as a necklace for six months after that! Interestingly, my middle son works for the Teenage Cancer Trust in Oxford Street, London. Roger Daltrey is one of their patrons! If you look them up on the web, you will see that they do an awful lot of good for teenagers with cancer, giving them their own space in our overcrowded hospitals. Space which is somewhere that teenagers can be teenagers.
    When I was last in America, I bought the DVD of the 2000 concert in the Albert Hall which Roger Daltrey gives most years, in aid of the Teenage Cancer Trust.

  2. It's interesting to ask people, "Who are you?" as most don't really know.

  3. Star,that sure is an interesting story about the cymbal of Roger's tambourine being worn around your neck for six months.In fact you mentioning the tambourine is just the synchronicity I was looking for.This morning when I was reading my current novel "Nine Kinds of Naked" there was a passage that mentioned a Grand-father clock,which made me think of how I always wanted to get one for my house(well at least a cuckoo clock anyway).
    The only place near me that sells them is at Mt.Tambourine,which is a lovely little mountain-top community not really that far from where I live.I had this prompting that I should visit not only the shop;

    but also the village of Tambourine Mountain for some reason beyond my comprehension.It was one of those irrational feelings that I get,that I should follow.
    I thought well if I am really meant to pay a visit,then a sign will be sent.I thought not much more about it until I read your comment here.So I guess I will have to plan a visit very soon.
    By the way,you posted at 4:44am.My friend Mary Soliel

    says 444 is the angel's number,and when you see it that is a sign from above.
    I don't know about angels,but I will take this as a sign though.I guess if your son works with children with cancer he would have to be doing the work of angel's anyway.-)
    Oh,and I can't wait to see Roger doing "Tommy" at the same spot I saw Bob Dylan last Easter.
    How surreal life can be when you just flow with it.