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Diggin’ and Diggin’

January 12, 2010

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Who knew a computer could make that noise… put it down and back away. Dig again another day. So things get left to be done another time, and not even those that fall against the reality spectrum… their all just relative the plan as we know it. And why is it that my mind floats [...]

July – Slope

July 23, 2009

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Major Tom and Envy by In The Black Box Four Beams Down by In The Black Box Battery This growing, this turning heaving and recreating the reality, the slow pace, the growing boredom, the slow trickle of light through the folds in the curtain, knowing that two hours ago was a good time, two houors [...]

May – Connection

May 29, 2009

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Glitter by In The Black Box Deep Pit by In The Black Box Park Drive East (Live Jam) by In The Black Box Going…and we hit the end of the song. Sure it sounds like all the rest. I need to get these elbows back in shape and reinvent the physical. Sending vibrations by the [...]

Much has been…

May 28, 2009

A …. a little letter to begin the meaningful.    Yet we use it, and i wonder how emotions are hidden inside balls of sound.. we look at panes of glass and map out the patterns, and discus the objective of the creator, why we look into these reflections of reality and reality itself. Is [...]

Being there,

May 16, 2009

Not going to lie Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place Will it not be a good memory? will it not also be bad? Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning. I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England I will miss that I [...]

Where?

May 6, 2009

Ill tell you where…just not here, yet! Got you hard between the reciever and the truth and I am shining light into the black slips of money and sound.   Then there is none…you threw it away with the most important words and the longest silences…dead sound…send that email….take that chance…forget the consequences they say? [...]

DO YOU? (85-365)

April 28, 2009

Will you flip the switch…. blow the walls of the joint…. flip it and let the air fly.   These new vibrations send my ears running for their hard hats, in fact these sounds were made in a far away place a long time ago and only now have landed so violently on my ears…. [...]

365 Update: 63 – 84

April 26, 2009

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Sorry for the long delay in updating this, but i have been on holiday… so deal with it. In no particular order…  

I stood snapping away at hundreds of people, young and old, all out to prove a point… blocking roads, waving flags, banging drums and standing shoulder to shoulder in the face of oppression, and calling for a better situation, a more just situation…. I wasn’t convinced. Today in Paris, the streets are back to normal, [...]

60-365

April 5, 2009

Repeditive… ….and again we see it happen …. footsteps on the face …. bang down anger rhythms… tap on drums with heavy shouting sticks…    we all want to be the most important….   …screaming children

All of this loving gun, working hard and playing the little trumpets and banging the great big drums of heaven and earth this most beautiful thing that we love this most beautiful rhythm the lose sounds of life, the heavy drumming of a thousand and one green hearts and souls ,  hundred billion yellow taxi [...]

Travel Scribble

March 27, 2009

52-365

March 27, 2009

And the looky and the likey and the upside downey

There is so much to be happy for and everything went wrong… that is why we deserve it most… If 18months of critical journalism, disbelief, doom and gloom results in the first grand slam for the Irish Rugby team in 61 years then things are looking better already for the Irish economy. I think that [...]

43-365

March 16, 2009

30-365 (If This…)

March 1, 2009

If i had every second to spend inside that warmth between me and this… if i had every chance to see this… if i had a moment to hear this in my ear once more… if i had a chance to wake up to this every morning… and if i had a chance to to [...]