Charles Cowling
  I first heard Adele’s song at the funeral of a young boy who died by suicide earlier this year. Songs are like that. They can become woven around memories of events that made a strong emotional impact on us. The depth of grief I witnessed among his friends was
Charles Cowling
Charles Cowling
Charles Cowling
  This music video may interest you. Here’s some text from Consequence of Sound:  Everyone deals with death in their own personal way, but psych-rock outfit Crystal Antlers offers a unique perspective on the topic in their music video for “Dog Days”. In said clip, a group of friends commemorate a dead
Charles Cowling
We used to say “There’d come the day we’d all be making songs Or finding better words” These ideas never lasted long The way is up along the road, the air is growing thin Too many friends who tried, blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge,
Charles Cowling
    The fog is swirling around us at GFG towers. Mellow fruitfulness has passed and the drear days of November have hunkered down around us. We need cheering up and how better than with a great New Orleans Jazz funeral. It’s from 2007 and the life being celebrated is
Charles Cowling
  “REMEMBERING JOSH” is a film that records the life of our son Josh, as it was remembered at his funeral early in 2011. Josh Edmonds died in a road accident in while traveling South East Asia in January 2011. He was 22 years old. Our film is both a
Charles Cowling
  Posted by Vale   As the clouds lour and rain bounces off my sun baked lawn it seems timely to remind people of Bethany Beaches’ unique annual celebration to mark the end of summer. Every year this ‘quiet resort’ community hold a Jazz Funeral  to mark the end of
Charles Cowling
  Breathe Me Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small I’m needy Warm me up And breathe
Charles Cowling
Now in the time of dying I don’t want nobody to moan All I want my friends to do Come and fold my dying arms Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Jesus