An artistic legacy doing good things
Life is a series of unshakeable forevers, unbreakable eras, eternal day-to-days.
When I was young, life was waking up to morning light dappling on the purple walls of my bedroom. Uniform laid out carefully on the chair ready for school. Cereal. Radio in the car on the way to school. Busy, noisy, familiar faces running around busy, noisy familiar buildings. New shoes. Everyone had Kickers, I had PODs. Important, it seemed at the time.
When I was young, life was sitting…Continue
I wanted to try and write something that encompassed the pure "dear GOD!!"ness of the Spencer Bell Legacy Concert in Madison this year, but nothing seems to really cut it.
It is always an absolute honour to play at the SBL show. Spencer's music and general Spencer-ness evident in his writing and the stories from his friends and family made a huge impression on me back in 2009 when I came to be a part of this family, and since then I've been on the most incredible journey and have…Continue
I'm pretty damn lucky
I've seen a lot
and when it comes own to it
I guess I've been a lot
I've seen some highs and some lows
and the way the world goes
And I don't understand
But I know that's how it's all planned
And I'm pretty damn thankful for the places I've been
And I'm pretty damn hopeful for the faces I've been
and the beautiful people I've met and I've known
And the certainty that no matter how far we…Continue
Working on a premise, results are fairly interesting and may vary...
I am 25 years old. This, in the educational world, classifies me as “mature”. All I know is that after leaving school almost ten years ago, I have finally learnt that I know nothing. Life has taught me that money pays for rent, food, people and everything the so-called id requires, however it is living that taught me how to appreciate the horizon bleeding into the dying day, the hard…Continue
I saw you hand in hand, face turned downwards in contemplation, simply being as she reflected you in her face. I wondered how you smelt, man under shirt veins under skin, earthy scents of movement and a taste of something so new and as old as anything in this beautiful, terrible world. I wanted to be her, To match you step for step and turn my face towards your thoughts and listen, luxurious as your hand threaded mine and our footsteps fell in time with the beating of your heart…Continue