‘Mushroom Quartet’ I don’t make a habit of hanging out in graveyards. The only reason I found myself in one on Saturday morning was because it was pouring with rain and the path through the graves of St Eanswythe Church was a shortcut from where my car was parked and the place I was heading
Tag: Acoustic Music
‘A broken mirror left behind’ A couple of posts back I wrote some semi-lyrical words. I called them ‘The Secrets of the Blind’ I have been playing around with them hoping to get a new song together. I’m still playing around, adding a slightly different take on the evolution of the songs words and melody. If
I can’t draw let alone alone paint. However, fellow blogger Ted Giffin can. Not just can, he’s actually a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Indiana University, the Herron School of Art, plus he’s a musician as well. So, I get to see a pic of me (above) on his blog. I let my mother take
My new album has now been released. No need for too many words today. Here’s the title track, ‘Devil’s Kiss’. This song features the unique, globally acclaimed artist, Fifi Rong who duets with me on this number. Hope you enjoy; Here’s a pic of vocalist, songwriter and electronic music producer, Fifi. You can check her music
‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get
‘Rainbows End’ by Zoolon Stella was addicted to breathing, so you can image how pissed off she was when the world ran out of fresh air. A few nights earlier, by candlelight, she had plugged in her Les Paul only to discover there was no power. No power = no music. She took a look
‘The Final Curtain Call’ by Zoolon ‘I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred’ Bob Dylan
Ballerina Art by Shelby McQuilkin-abstract figurative artist A couple of posts back I mentioned a mate of mine asking the most stupid question anyone has ever asked. It went like this, “How many times am I allowed to drive round a roundabout?” Although not a question this time, he’s been at it again on the stupid
(a pic I once took with my now dead iPhone) Until I dropped it and watched it die, I never realized that my iPhone was my external brain drive. It stored all the things my brain never got to handle or know about. I tried to resuscitate it. No luck. Dead iPhone. Then the strangest
(Winter in England – the view from my window at 11AM the other day) So, I was walking about in town looking for a new keyboard when I overheard two little kids discussing, “Who do you think would win if Winnie the Pooh and Paddington Bear had a fist fight?” The random thought part of
