rain yellow flowers caricatures south west england against deep interiors of the african continent during the nineteenth century. this blends into specific meridians of meandering thought. laburnum flowers here dangle concupiscent and aleatorically irrelevant. i think i’ve pinned it there but don’t blush. derogatory whispers split infinite commands of rectitude. skies consonant and irregular at… Continue reading rain yellow flowers
where n is a number also this month I will be playing with Rosie at Wild at Heart, Broad Street, Bristol on 17th; somewhere in Queen’s Square, Bristol on 18th – more details of that later.
and now a granite mix that deals with my own work. this is my unveiling on this website of my new album which is called true v eye and will imminently be available on itunes and as a hard copy at my amazon store – see the buy stuff page for links. there are only… Continue reading Granite Mix 7
I don’t really care whether people think what I do is good or not. I know what I’ve done and that’s good enough for me. This is the 2nd coathanger trail post and it covers the words in northern lands which is the 2nd line of the song. This is the demo version of Alaska… Continue reading Coathanger Trail 2
Once upon a time if I wrote a new song I would fairly quickly record a demo of it, but for the last year or so I haven’t been bothered. I’m not sure why that is, probably to a certain degree some sort of boredom with the recording process. I think the only new song… Continue reading Epistle from Patera
playing with fire is a piece of music I wrote – a simple piece of 3 cycling chords (Ebmaj7 Abmaj11 Gmaj7). That’s all there is to it apart from one final B diminished type thing at the end. It has a floaty feel and doesn’t really go or get anywhere except in a sort of… Continue reading giving fire