‘The Whole of The Moon’ Two pieces of music today. First my instrumental piece, ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’, then, after the words, a song called ‘Red Planet’. Both numbers were on my mind when writing these words. In-between each verse a few garden pics. Places I’ve been yet never seen And castles in the
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Lockdown but not totally locked in. I thought outside might be good for creativity. A decent hot day and a garden to check out even if it meant a dose of hay fever – and it did. Five shots of the garden accompanied with five songs, one song for each pic. I hope you enjoy.
I know these times aren’t for joking, and I mean no harm, but check out the place of origin of my American Fender Telecaster above. I’ve tried playing with gloves on but it’s not the same. Anyway, here’s my dig at politicians worldwide. I might get a song out of it one day. It’s called
‘I risked a pollen attack and a bout of hay-fever in the back bee friendly garden for this. Why?’ Like last week another older song, not yet to appear on an album. Recorded back in 2014 in a lonely bedroom one dark night, a song about day to day life. Lyrics first, the song itself
‘Things to do when in lockdown’ It’s become a challenge now. I’m 10 days in to my lockdown and so far I’ve not stepped outside the house at all. Not even once. Not even to clean the seagull shit off my car. I’ve seen it from the window. It’s not a denim blue car anymore.
‘Waiting, watching’ For my ambient, dark piece, ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ as of now read, ‘The Forgotten Cheated Souls’. The more I hear about the greedy idiots who are stockpiling food while, for example, NHS staff don’t get a look in when it comes to visiting a supermarket after a long shift is over
An ambient piece I composed last year, the title track on the album,‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ Ever since I posted some photos of graffiti the other week its been nagging at me that I had older, better photos filed somewhere. I finally found them on yet another forgotten external hard drive. These ones are from
The old man with a walking stick pointed it at the squirrels in the graveyard. He told the little kid walking with him that the squirrels were vermin. The kid said he liked them and wanted one as a pet. The old man answered, ‘No way’. Ten years later, the old man with the walking
9am – Saturday’s early morning clouds dish out a warning that a better than average, but not all that when it comes to serious storms, Storm Jorge is on his way (you can just see the coast of France on the horizon – in sunshine! – if you look hard enough) 10am – Yesterdays death
A few months ago ReverbNation gave me the opportunity to submit a song to the people organising the annual ‘International Song Contest’ in Nashville. I forgot all about it until the news that my number, ‘Devil’s Kiss’ – a ballad featuring the unique Fifi Rong sharing the vocals with me – had been accepted. Yesterday,
