No one was invited, online or off

well, actually two people were invited.  Just like playing in Leeds, only in the suuunshine.

first attempt at a garden gig

Jan 30th, 7PM Central Australia.

You don't know what you're doing. You don't know what you're doing.

I'll try and get vocals set up and give it a proper go next month...

My Literary Kingdom

 Based loosely on the noisy neighbours (occasional verbal-fight noisy compared to our regular drunken-food-fight-Bonnie-Tyler-appreciation noisy) adjacent to my old bedroom in South London, this is an over-dramatised account of the night when in between the usual heated arguing and emotional swearing were the lines 'PUT DOWN THE KNIFE, JUST PUT DOWN THE KNIFE'.

My Literary Kingdom

undone by a sympathetic ear
 

Trumpuppeteers

 And now for a new craze. Everybody take your trumpets from your mouths and wave them by your waist. MAKE THEM DANCE.

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Trumpuppeteers
   to download
 

An Interview and a Song

 A new year and to kick start my climb to the top of the ladder an interview with the lovely Megan from Music NT:
 
  Party On, an Interview With [me]

  To celebrate I played the guitar. If you play an instrument or sing and can add to it please do and send me your ideas, my email's to the left.
 

  Painting In England
 

Gypsy Thief

 The gypsy thief appeared in a sexy dream. Turns out there's a saucy novel called A Gypsy's Thief, the second book in Tatiana Ladley's Thieves and Lovers series. Our premises appear different enough. Where I sing about a gypsy that was a thief, Tatiana writes about John, a man 'Cursed with a "sword" large enough to send them running,' and Catriona, a woman that ends up in throws with Mr and Mrs Robin Hood. Inspirational. Oh, to sing about my 'sword'.

  Gypsy Thief

My heart's a mouse and she swoops like a hawk. 

Your Love is Dead

 having spent a week listening to nothing but desert reggae and murder ballads this, which no longer really resembles either, happened. A ground-breaking first as well, having never penciled and sung babe, baby or any derivative thereof, before.

  Your Love Is Dead

Headstones stood where lovers should. 

Casually Devoted

 Get out of your hiding place, it's stupid

 the casually defeated will great you with a rose

I want to wake up with you

I <3 this pedal but it is HARD to stay in time with yourself in one take. At least I am not in front of people, getting nervous and missing notes with sweaty hands.

I will record the loops separately in time.

any vocal ideas? email me if so.

I want to wake up with you

you feel like heaven to touch, I want to hold you, as such.

The Biker at Ross River

Having recovered from a tightening, itchening and lumpening of the skin, here is a song written and recorded on a Sunday morning in a Godmade amphitheatre of red ranges, gum trees and dust.  

The Biker.

You create the future, I'll recreate the past,

concentrate on fate and details, summers that never last.