I drank Christmas tea this evening and it made me smile. A cinnamoned and gap toothed smile in summertime. I wondered, at the window of an old man, would the stars still be burning in fifty years time? And would there be Russian cake today, as advertised on a chalk sign in the town.
4 [postcard] Portuguese Barbershop. A monochrome snapshot of a man being shaved in a barbershop. The photograph is dated April 1953 and is accredited to Michel Waldmann. Mum and dad had travelled to Portugal a lot around this time (2015), toying with the idea of selling up, renting a remote property there. They … Continue reading Mirror (4).
the very last words that she heard were, “hey, man! they’ve just landed!” it was late one night in ‘69 we laid her out on a big blue blanket. we carried her down to the beach through the town, there was a storm brewing on the atlantic. the needle dropped down and i heard the … Continue reading Side 2 of Beggar’s Banquet.
sometimes i think i've had enough and sometimes i think i'll fuck shit up.
pulling the compilation tape, that she had lovingly made, from the dashboard of his fiesta, he wished he’d never even met her. he sent it streaming out the window. how he hoped he could forget her. this tape contained the kind of music that he’d really tried to love, or even like. but found … Continue reading it’s complicated.
Old Vinyl & UFO Kids was recorded at home on a TEAC 2550 1/4" four track machine over the easter of 2004. cassettes' first album is fifteen years old this month. It was the result of a particularly purple patch of writing & though I only play it once a year, still delights. Sometimes (& … Continue reading Old Vinyl & UFO Kids