Sunday, 6 September 2009
Sunday, 9 August 2009
So, reviews and interviews and that kind of thing have begun to appear.
And something that is really annoying me, is the constant mention of it being a slow album - like I made some kind of mistake, like I accidentally mixed out the synth lines and distorted guitars, like I should maybe aspire next time to make something a little more like The Klaxons, Kings of Leon or Foals.
Saturday, 8 August 2009
The trouble with me and America
Food is so cheap and everywhere.
My body is as a barrel now.
And not an empty one.
This morning I had Tiramasu coffee. I made black coffee into a dessert.
Guilt filled breakfast.
Want to see something shocking? This woman is called Paula Deen. She will kill America long before nuclear missiles even get close.
Sick sick sick lady.
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Its early morning...
Last night I heard coyotes singing 'Come on over here' to the cows, crickets playing their legs for the moon, and the air conditioning humming throughout the house. I laid in bed thinking about the distance between here and home, and how the night air smells like wet soil and engine oil.
Friday, 19 June 2009
Blog love/free download
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
wall bird
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Sunday, 8 March 2009
to continue
Here is some music that is Sunday afternoon on notes.
To no one in particular
I am managing to keep myself awake with some truly unresolvable concerns...well, ones that can't be resolved at 3am in any case.
I'm going to write them here because a) nobody reads this blog anyway and b) I'm of the understanding that this might help me sleep.
Its hard to make any of this sound right, so I won't bother...it'll be a jumble. well, whatever. ITs funny because one of the main worries I've been having lately is never saying or writing things when I think them; because how are you meant to be remembered and your thoughts taken if nobody ever hears them? I tread so carefully because I've got this strange notion that art and pretensions go hand in hand...I don't actually believe that, I have nothing but the deepest respect for anyone who publicly points themselves and their ideas to a wider audience....I'm just so scared of being taken in the wrong way, that I almost become...apologetic or defensive.
someone is at the door
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Judee Sill
This song is a particular favourite of mine, the piano line is perfect.
Please go and buy both her albums immediatly.
Monday, 2 March 2009
Saturday, 28 February 2009
X
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Sunday, 15 February 2009
William Saroyan wrote this
In the time of your life, live so that in good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.
Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed.
Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are things that hold death and must pass away.
Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption.
Encourage virtue in whatever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world.
Ignore the obvious, for it is unworthy of the clear eye and the kindly heart.
Be the inferior of no man, nor of any man be the superior. Remember that every man is a variation of yourself.
No man's guilt is not yours, nor is any man's innocence a thing apart.
Despise evil and ungodliness, but not men of ungodliness or evil. These, understand.
Have no shame in being kindly and gentle, but if the time comes in the time of your life to kill, kill and have no regret.
n the time of your life, live — so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.



