February 2011
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Empress
One i missed, one i disliked, although he had presence none the less. The others i quite enjoyed. An old friend, a familiar genre, and a bassist who would slap just because he could. But most of all it was the audience. Not there because of hype, or even similar taste. But because the light was dim and the beer was cold.
September 2010
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My first foray into commissioned sound design,...
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Descent
As soon as the fasten seatbelt sign was illuminated she began to speak. As if the noticeable shift in pitch had suddenly changed the social situation. As if on cue. Without warning she proceeded to inform me in every imaginable and excruciating detail of her travel plans. The phone call with tears. The last minute plane ticket that wasn’t cheap. The messy divorce. The awful...
July 2010
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Distant
It’s all become quite blurred. Like a dream dreamt earlier this week. You can remember specifics and there is definite sense of it happening to you. But if someone asked you to measure the exact distance between the now and the then you’d probably be lost for words.
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Nose Hairs
Nose hairs don’t care what people think. They are the least self conscious of body parts. They’ll happily sit just inside the rim unnoticed, except by accidental flare. Stoically taking all the jest we throw at them. They know full well that once the middle ages are done and over they will emerge triumphant having the last laugh.
May 2010
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Thoughts over My Third Pint
I’m vaguely attracted. Some old connection blurred at best. A similar glance or an internet blogged crush. Maybe its just their disinterest. Either way that intoxicated, over indulged, night time halfwit perceives that the only way to respond is by similar disinterest. An endeavour doomed from the start.
April 2010
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Britt Daniel
He moved forwards. Purposefully placing both feet between the small gap in the fold-back. A pause, a knowing glance, a shift in weight towards the crowd. His figure looming as he deftly strummed Am7.
March 2010
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Return
I can feel this complexity fading. Your actions have opened a door. Just like the sun peeking through the curtains. I can feel the return to simplicity. Warm on my face.
The trouble is, when all is normal, routine in place, comes the revelation: complexity is what makes it interesting.
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In Jest
He Takes the smallest of concepts. The vaguest of ideas. He stretches their threads until all meaning is lost.
I don’t even think he remembers their origin. Therein lies the frustration. You could press him and push him. Force him to divulge. But there would be no point He’s gone so far that there is no meaning left to ingest.
January 2010
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“There are no such things as synonyms.”
– Tom Robbins - Jitterbug Perfume
December 2009
3 posts
Being Unaccompanied
I’m always astounded by the strange power of being by yourself. It’s amazing how the mind wanders, strays into topics not charted by the collective. How it can work itself into a frenzy just by not letting sentences escape. Forcing them to bounce between the confines of the brain.
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They never have and never will invent a singing exercice that can be employed with dignity. It just can’t be done.
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The Futile Efforts of a Man With Utterly No Grasp...
- if I wrote a book, this would be it’s title.
November 2009
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I can’t help but feel like he’s trying to tell me something. Something is staring straight at me. Holding my gaze. I’m just too preoccupied to really take it in. Staring blindly at the same page, reading each sentence countless times over.
September 2009
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Monash Rd
After a heavy night when I’m laden with thoughts and memories. More than a few I’d rather forget. Its calming to walk home through campus. To meander against the morning flow. People rushing here and there, jostling to make that early class. Clutching their coffee and cigarettes. Talismans and idols to ward off thoughts of the sleep they missed.
August 2009
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Supermarket Energy Crisis
Two days ago i was stopped by a man in the supermarket.
He asked me if i thought Islam was responsible for the energy crisis of the 70’s. I replied that i was unsure. He stated his question again so I moved to a different register.
July 2009
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A Glint of Inspiration
I found something in a dream last night. A tall balding man handed me an idea and told me not to fritter it away or spend it all at once. But when I woke I found it misshapen, bent and tarnished, lying scattered on the floor. My hands gathered all its pieces and put them in a shoe box, squirreled away under the bed. Out of sight from prying eyes. Every now and then when no one is looking, I take...
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Concerning the red headed girl perched on a wooden...
- after Norman Rockwell 1953 - She waits with dirty palms, clutching the polished hardwood bench. Sleeves, once firmly rolled up to the shoulders, crawl down the length of her arm. Hand-me-down socks three sizes too big, sag round her bony ankles. Scuffed leather shoes she never bothered to tie, dangle pigeon-toed above the floor. Deep in discussion principal and parent look down with reproachful...