This song is more infectious than Jeff Goldblum’s laptop in Independence Day
I hate music festivals because I love music, and I mean properly love music. Real love is unhealthy, obsessive, consuming. I am outside Music’s house in defiance of a restraining order. I am frightening off Music’s new boyfriend. I am holding Music’s pets to ransom until Music agrees to return my calls.
I’m going to indulge in a little fantasy inspired by the Great Escape line up and the bands that I managed to catch over the three day festival.
Is it just me, or is Everett True losing it nowadays?
Splatter paint art. Elegant yet awkward. Playful. Trance-like
As a Newsweek article about the Internet had it, back in 1995, “When most everyone shouts, few listen”. So I choose to longer shout, but instead link. I like to think of what I do here as part of a sorting process. Somewhere along the line I have hopefully built up a relationship with my […]