Dynamics are the key and it’s only if you really goddamn feel the song you’ve written, understand it with every fibre, does it all instinctively flesh itself out in a live scenario.
Suddenly I realise I’m in a room with people actually comfortable with sexuality and I’m relieved to be around a sexual culture that doesn’t exist just to please men.
Who would rather watch television than go out? I don’t understand the world.
If a white man advertised for white bassist that would be seen as racist. Well, yeah it would, and they do.
The fact that she generates appalled comments, moral outrage and confusion seems to me to be something to be savoured.
I don’t like talking to my heroes.
The gentlemen drop the song to the gentlest of whispers, the wind softly rustling through the trees as the thought of hope itself is reduced to only a soft platitude
But, still. DRUGS ARE BAD. Just sayin’.
Paul Kidney Experience + Gerald Keaney and the Gerald Keaneys + Gravel Samwidge + Screaming Match + Barbiturates + Wonderfuls @ Chardons Corner Hotel, Annerley 05.07.13
in among a sea of thrift store clothes and the odd black T-shirt, there’s an older gentleman with long hair and clothes that make him look like an Electric Kool Aid Acid Test groupie.
I don’t care who you are and what you know, this song is 14 levels of gorgeous.