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It’s like a small adventure, writing music. I never know where or who I am writing about at first. I share bare boned ideas. Meaning…bad piano and equally bad singing recorded on my phone. This is part of something slightly darker and a bit on the mythic side I am working on. Not a album […]
I do enjoy writing, as it allows me to piece together bits of whatever happened when I wasn’t paying attention. To create meaning where there was only chaos and recreate, line by line, a narrative I can live within. Read when time allows. Written after I decided to take a look at my old notebooks. […]
The scene? A hot bath….candles… a glass of fantastic whiskey, this song….and perhaps someone you enjoy…enough. Or alone. Bliss. It really is about those small special moments.
My birthday was amazing. At a music festival. No cake. Lots of dancing and…..sunset on the top of a Land Rover with champagne. It was glorious! I mean…who gets to do such cool things eh? Hell, when I tell my mother this she wont believe me either! I am sure someone took pictures…somewhere. We were […]
We learn different things from different people. In the last few years, from my Noel, I mastered the art of embracing YES. Yes to the music. The people. The food. This was very hard….as I was…a bit of a snob! Once I let go of my expectations and judgement, I had the best of times […]
I discovered this last year at one of my other best friend’s home, Noel. He has this ipod filled with old school jams he compiled for the older folks. I bladdy love this song and play it when I cook. I like everything except the line where she sings…without you I’ll die. Nah bruvs. ..nah […]
Writing and music go hand in hand as far as I am concerned. For as long as I dreamed about music, there was a pen and a book at hand. This is the first part of a book I wrote. A slave novel…about the interconnectedness of everything and everyone. Part love story, ghost story. Written […]
Everything feels a bit too uncomfortably comfortable of late. In the meantime we hold on to the edges as our fingers sizzle under volcanic heat. My one friend calls it the “comfort zone bunnies”, this comfortably uncomfortable state we are all living in. Everyone hiding in their corners. Slowly and silently loosing their shit. Dance […]
I stole The Arctic Monkeys from my daughter and she took my Radiohead. That’s why I love it when she plays music while I drive. I miss my kid and all her very high strangeness. This is the band I stole. She could not listen to their albums for a while…..as I played it on […]