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Being there,

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 wanted a photo of that

I want a photo of this

Lets not miss another one

But is it safe?

All these things you had for yourself!

And to think we live in the normal,

the usual

We are so jealous…

That is no surprise

That i should be so lucky

When luck is insignificant

These things are everywhere all the time

depends how you appreciate it

I have never consider the usual as the insignificant

as i have never considered the unusual out of its context

A beautiful photo is always 

and can be anywhere

yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses

and we envy those in the places we seek

yet they envy you and dream of you normality

this does not alarm you?

do we not appreciate enough?

can we not rely on them a little more?

I saw the light bounce of the water

I questioned my hard fought opinions and views

I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often

I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start

I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us

I considered the possibilities

split second illumination

calculations beyond comprehension

i estimated my worth in this place

I estimated my existence

And the glass dropped out of focus

I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar

moving water drip colours through layers of dark

moving bridges scrape holes in the paint 

buildings rip bloody into the sky 

it is the same..

though i will miss it

like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches

like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers

like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing

like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight

like i miss the smell of wet vegetation

and the list will grow longer

yet a list to be thankful for 

and vibrations will map it out

and keep me in tune

are we not supposed to be unique?

and this will be my seen and done

my experience 

from floor to window-ledge mornings

understanding

and motion towards

separation in the most connected ways

never letting go

balance

maintenance

heat 

and governance

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Heavy Edits on Broken Loafs of Happy Bread (57-365)

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 cabs in zoo panoramic scenes, beeping horns in the light rain as the souls of the past walk away from expensive circus performances with a genius in sand and a lightning hat shining BELIEF BELIEF on the heads of the others who had never dreamed or even conceived such possibilities, these things my dear are the works of great gods in capes screaming heaven down upon the earth in great big bags of lost sounds and perfect rhymes, this is what we all dream for lines of cabs running in time to the heavy need and turning 180 on a small road without a stop this is the need this is the want this is the everything… and who am i in all of this…… the guy with the two little black things singing in my ear…telling me stories from another brain…telling me that the city is moaning…that the sun is rising yellow out of a man hole on the corner of 53rd street… and we all know its true you just have to click on the right buttons and not lie about it because you want that attention you want that soul bearing click, those words from a real mouth that i am in your head just as they are in mine. we all want it… lets not beat around the burning bush… we all want it..

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29-365 (Mix Day)

some excerpts of my conversations with the computer today

 

["......Well...if i can throw my two cents in... its 3.57am for me... and i havnt managed to bet asleep before at least 2.30am in ooo maybe 7 months [...]but i have gradually come to cherish my time at night…its quiet.. and not just literally but mentally… i mean when you think that the whole world is asleep at the one time (at least in your part of the world) then you realise that there is some sort of extra space in the “collective subconscious” its like you have more space to think….and so at night time i create all my music and do all my writing…when i dont have to get up in the morning i get up about 2pm and go do whatever i have to do… i take photos, i get ideas, i have experiences, then the night comes and i process them… and i create as much as i feel necessary.. thats my space….. my place for expression and thinking..
so i like it… and i dont try to change it too much…. i like the silence and the bizarre that only occurs at night…

but boy do i get fatigued… and i understand that aspect…because as much as you may try to excape for most of the day there are always things that will get you out of bed earlier than you should…and its hard to live both lives….. very hard…..”]

 

 

["..... don't exactly DJ myself but we all have to start somewhere right? Well Sonic Acid 3.0 is what i started on, and i believe Sony have bought it since, and these days i still use Sonic Acid Pro. 4.0 ...
..but like i said i don't DJ, when i started makin music i would sample a lot of stuff, because all i had was a semi-acoustic guitar and a pedal and input into the computer...so finding that beat to work with your own music and realising that your own music was never at a constant beat....well....needless to say a lot of "fixing" went on....

..but these tracks...eventhough today i am quite happily producing music .... these first tracks mean so much to me now... the amount of work and time...and the mistakes... so nostalgic ...ha and it was what... not even that long ago...

but i guess what im trying to say is that while you may push for the more advanced equipment its the stuff that you produce when your still just banging spoons off pots and pans....thats the stuff that you need to remember when your waiting for your shiney new computer to render another 2hour mix you just banged out on your top of the range gear.... remember those days and apply it to your new shiney gear... cus if you put just as much effort in you will come out with something mad...

well thats what i think anyway...."]

 

and so the mix was made

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28-365

It’s Coming!

Well that was then…walking around trying to figure out why i had not done it earlier in the day when I was supposed to. The sounds are good however through blocked noses and the authority in all her “ups and ups” was pleased. And so time was had to be used and used it was… i saw the first glimpses of a new beggining as little green eyes poke from natural fiber-optics to see if its time to get up. Gothic echoes last the longest and beauty is in the detail…yet metal structures and glass balls flow easily within it’s shadow…. learning, respecting, developing. 

Time was used and home was found within the belly of the foreign. Old friends seek older pictures and “Occupe-toi d’Amelie” reminds us of just how briliant the simple can be…and just how fast one can talk. Reccomended!

And so more happiness from home sets minds alight and required vibrations are sent from the front line back to tired ears in the hope of rejuvination and a smile. Just another one for those days.

 

It’s Coming!

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26-365 (Just – BACK OFF …BUCKO!)

Nothing today was worth the night before… except for the moment before i stopped working on the stringed family member, and the moment i started again today…. everything would have been fine…. it’s just a pity that moment lasted a whole 24hours…

Lets hope tomorrow is better…

…happiness on my ear as plastic machines shoot the good vibes back from home… everything looked better then. And so i finished the possible to make it the probably definite … .

..if its still there in the morning i may just upgrade it to nearly positively probable in a definite way….

 

…too many important things today… simply wont do

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Nothing Is Broken

Didn’t I believe you once when you had me in a corner on the ropes?

Or did I have you there lost in missing memory?

Wasn’t it on your hand that I left the burning touch?

Or did you scar my own and leave it for me to consider my hopes?

And then the world opened up it’s skies and beckoned people forth… I watched the world gulp and swallow with vibrations from my life. We’re all on the Opposite once more yet nothing is inverted. The key was never too far from electronical option and modern mouths to speak. Nothing is broken and never had to be mended from passed mistakes and wrong reverberations. Nothing is mended on broken hills where green flows up towards the sky… that was hair in wrong places and lessons learned, lessons left forever.

Didn’t I thank with the gifts before me and do what had never been done?

Or did I fumble and drop the ball you saved from oblivion gone?

Wasn’t it with world noises that we pounded out the dents?

“Or” is not an option now.. Nothing is Broken – Vibrations deep and pounding

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20-365

Sometimes things die due to lack of energy… and so they must be replaced by old reliables, back to grainy goodness, back to alcohol drenched metalic might! Point your weathered eyed towards the horizon and seek land ye mighty phone!

The rediculous continues with challenges and questions on nothing in particular…its about can you do it? rather than why the fuck are we doing it in the first place?!?

And old men play old men on massive white sheets, jumping from top ropes to entertain the extras and the extra-extras : read all about it! Its worth a good read and definitely on the watch list for any into the physical scene.

And so there is nothing left to do in the night, no time left to enjoy the mornings, the quite, the teamwork and family feuds through thin walls which mask nothing but the visual – and even that is all in the head! Keep it quite ye young ones im trying to sleep in!

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New Black rimmed automiotive junction headings…dont let me break you in two… im working on making you magnificent!

…and so it happened.. Where do i break the ties holding onto all those youthful thoughts that rim the hearts of home.. kings of my mind, the things that keep me straight. i sit at your table and ask for anything that will make this work… anything that is required at this time…yes…all….nearly everything.. and in the home we have a hole developing and in the new home holes will be vacated and filled… point that lens in new directions, point it to new people and stones and walls that have not yet been introduced…my mind invents the scenes, invents the places and the people… my mind likes to take control and invent this stuff… i’m not going to lie mdear it isn’t going to be a walk in the park but today everything is that bit easier…

you guys always knew how to hit it hard on a good note…on a resonant note,, on a good note.. you know it! you can feel it! yes you can

your words were so honest , that’s true my man, the new home for you is indeed honest and trust worthy…you have nothing left to fear now except the gratification of others and myself… your new home is solid and your new way of thinking is spacious…

and now we fall into the daze of a new place..

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Then there was a limit

Lots and lots of little bits, the bits i put down and took apart and the bits i forgot about. The lines here and there… they bring me back to time when i was only pushing at the walls…feeling their texture on my fingers…wondering if they will move at all.. wondering how far i could push this, how far i could grow…of course then there was a limit…set by those who had our best interests at heart…but now…now things are different and i must hold myself back from punching holes in the sides…from pushing too hard… from breaking the limits…

but if i want to succeed i need to break the walls… yet i make myself stop…yet i think it over and over…

another one banged out..hard edges harsh…cold… tired, fed up with all the fuss… fed up with all the questions and ignorance.. fed up of all the silence.. done with all the noise… a good loud one was needed… and now its done

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