This series been around for a while now. There have been around 700 of these suckers, give or take. My initial vow – not to repeat the same band twice – was broken years ago (initially by Kate Nash, if I recall correct). Too many names. So much wonderful music. I forget sometimes. No reason. I just […]
…and still they keep tumbling through. I guess it helps that I appreciate the tuneless alongside the melodic. You can take either word as an insult if you so desire, but I don’t understand why you would. There’s a certain keyboard sound I will always go a bit doolally for (partly because it reminds me of my kitchen […]
No prep time. I’m going in cold. I’m a sucker for sunflowers and lavender. There was a massive lavender bush outside the house in grew up in, in Chelmsford. About the only plant that survived the years. I bought Charlotte a sunflower the day Isaac was born (cost a fiver, I recall). I’m a sucker […]
Hookworms is the bruise on your thigh from a drunken early morning collision with the kitchen table.
“I am earth and air and fire and water,” she said softly. “I come from the Dark where all things have their beginning”
If only I’d listened to this one properly before tonight, I might have risked a journey down the Valley.
Sometime soon, I need to wake myself up. This abject surrender, this kissing with my eyes open, serves me no good whatsoever.
I’m going to slip my fingers inside you. Is that all right?
Listen to the song above three times over. At least. It’ll make you feel like you’re skating blood and gouging intensity.
I can’t remember the last time the music from the night before left me feeling hollow. Gutted. Sad it had to finish.