18th December 2004 (Croydon) Pre-gig hot loving. Will fucking on the stairs become blasé in 2005? The venue is rammed, which only adds to my nerves as all lyrics and chords start to slip away. Try to hide in the far corner. Chat inanely to Joel J and John F, both of whom meet PS … Continue reading Notes from a Fragile Island.
Jackdaws & Witches jackdaws & witches tapping watches, stripping you to the bone. some still can't say your name without stretching all the wrong vowels. i hear your voice i'm ankle-deep in bluebells. my red penknife unfolds. i'm scratching your initials. trapdoors every monday morning, cornflowers, my boots are soiled. the grey birds, they are … Continue reading Jackdaws & Witches (audio)
1. Toby's. 'Some of this grease is from sixty-six.' Slim. High-waisters; Levis'-greased; belted; (sometimes braced). Younger than I am now. Watched the waiters. Watched their edges. Whatever you want is a flat-top.
Those lovely folk at Onomatopoeia are keeping buzzy/busy over the coming months with some great releases... It still brings a shiver and a thrill to see cassettes as part of this mighty pantheon (HUM 11)... Ohh, and look! The fabulous Milk & Honey Band have a release also in October! Happy days. Whizz/Bang/Fizz xo … Continue reading Barringtone and Stephen EvEns pre-orders OPEN — Onomatopoeia Records
James in black. Drainpipes, black. Second-best shirts; buttoned to the throat, Dylan and Dylon-black. Fingernails stained, if not from clothes dye, then from varnish, black. He wore double you double you two jackboots: zip-up, calf-high, inch of sole, steel toed, black. Hair, cheap, black. He would sometimes sport a pink TRB button, a lapelled safety … Continue reading Inch of Sole/Punk As Fuck.
some things [take a long time to stick] plus some things [take a long time to slip] equals something, something, something... alive to give