Saturday 28 November 2009

HEAVY HI

What the fuck? Caught myself on my self here.
So here you go a perfect picture of someone else's dream realization cut and pasted on to the end of my own desire.
Fuck my desire got lazy. It's massive, my desire, I got ideas and distorting vision but this weight gets dead. It's getting dusty.
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I vision. I motor on optimism but there must be deep down reason why I can't even pronounce that word 'procrastination'.
And words: I'm safe in them, I play with them, sculpt safety with them and
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But they're like grids on nature, straight lines and squares. They're like maps and signposts that just direct me to what I know. They just take me home.
I got so lazy. Where'd my action go? Right now even my dreams of doing nothing seem like an empty effort. I'm searching to depend. Wrong search. I can't rely on anything. That up there is someone else's hammock.

Friday 27 November 2009

TWO HORIZONS

both real. both figments.

BLIND OWL AND BEAR


far as i'm concerned the most beautiful thing ever

grow

ok

Friday 13 November 2009

H

Crazy dreams bang on this window.
Heart.

MUTATING FOLKLORE

I love it. America your go-crazy Halloween blow out. I loved it. England, flying in to and landing among fireworks. I loved that. Fleetwood Mac you're a crazy mythical legend too.





RIPPING THE VERB OUT OF REVERB

My head is compressed.
MIXamatosis.
Despair counter / Deadair.
Buck safety / $afe buck.
Need edges and dirt. Need full steam, full attack but nearly collapsing. If we're about to fall off then please catch THAT moment. Focus on THAT not the big soft warm fluffy whole. The pick dropped and opened a door on to doors. The pick got dropped, the guitar frayed off the beat till the pick got back. It stayed on the tape, that moment. Band stormed on, noticed it's pulse there for a second, felt it's own fucked up heartbeat. Loved it. For a second there.
Now can we have that feeling all over the record please? Douse it. Drown the fucker so we fight back.
And then this falls on to my lap and resonates way more than it probably should:

On top of this valid article is some fine original-mullet, some fine snaggletooth from Bore McCartneys and some cute sticky out ear from George the best one Harrison.
If nothing else.
It's pissing down.


Monday 2 November 2009