‘The Decision by Dzaet’ The doctor had to make a decision. Would it be the bloke who needed treatment for his cancer or the woman at the wrong end of COVID-19? The hospital was in overflow. Only one of the pair would get any treatment. Only the doctor could choose who. She needed to think.
‘Artwork by Misslyka’ During WWII, Winston Churchill was asked to cut arts funding in favour of the war effort, he simply replied, ‘Then what are we fighting for?’ It’s a shame that that turned out to be false news. He never said it. Even so, it’s a great line for the current crisis in the
‘CLEVER ARTWORK FROM HUFF POST UK’ This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist. LET THEIR NAMES BE SHOUTED OUT Let the ghosts
‘The Ghosts of Summer Bid Farewell’ It’s good to be back. First some words and pics, then a brand new composition – a pre-release from the new album that should hopefully be out there come December. It’s an electronic instrumental called ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’. I hope you enjoy. ‘Dressed to Impress’ SCORCHED LYRICS
I’d just started blogging last year when I first posted a piece about The Étaples Military Cemetery in the Pas-de-Calais department of Northern France. The Cemetery stands on the former site of a vast military hospital complex used by the Allies during the First World War. Being away from the frontline trenches the military hospital
HIDDEN Flesh & bone under water Soul flying away Which will be reborn? No one can say Is she in the dark river Or lost to the sea? Only the ghost knows The ghost that is she Staying with the ‘dark’ theme, here’s a new piece of music I’ve composed, aimed at the Scandinavian ‘Noir’
Today, was the day a statue grew out of my head, and all the while the police were waiting, patiently waiting in the background, to arrest the mutant that was me. WHAT NEXT? I was lost somewhere in life’s whirlpool, Drowning in a sea of sweet dreams, Somehow rescued, I looked all around me, Saw
In composing this short (1:46) piece of ambient sound art I want to convey to the listener ‘A Life’ all the way from birth to death. It could be a human life, could be any form of conscious life or anything that has lived through four seasons. Hope you enjoy it. If you do enjoy