LAST NIGHT IN DARFUR
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No band ...just me..and I feel I need point out from the off that I am NOT a singer....my music is not out here for that reason...Thats not to say that I dont make an interesting noise from time to time but thats really quite accidental and not quite the same thing..........
but hey ....if I dont make the appropriate noises then you aint gonna know I'm here...So PLEASE try to listen to what is taking place behind the voice into the subject...... I realise sometimes that the recording standard might be a bit wonky but I'm kinda stuck with the limited resources and naff accoustics I have here at home..... And as I'm both agoraphobic and claustrophobic it means I dont get out too often and even when I do there's absolutely no way I could get into an enclosed studio...Sometimes its like life on a tightrope... but I'm certainly not complaining.... Life is one incredibly beautiful and fascinating experience.... ..............
My songs are all that I have of any substance or longevity to offer to you and if in some way within my words I can bring to you something of yourself then I will have achieved all that I possibly could...and maybe thats because music is the only thing I have that does not have the capacity to either partially or completely destroy me.......And ThisSpace......Its great to be able to find people here and encourage friendships too...but even that might be an illusion because like many others I afford MySpace maybe more of a reality than it really is...probably its a strange kind of "reantasy" that hasn't quite permeated the human psyche yet in the way that cultures and relationships do...the important thing though is that we still recognise the need and therefore reach out to touch another human being...................
........ anyway I've been around for over 10 million years now, and my photo probably even longer,... but I still aint tired of that oxygenic life force that is music. Its a throb, a nudge, a quiver some kind of thumping pulse....this collection of individuals that have gathered up together into an extremely insistent and noisy band of reprobates......sometimes though, thoughtfully, they ease aside and what they offer up at 2am is often the whisper of the closest friend you'll ever get.....I'm sure you have all felt it when you get locked inside of a song and you just know that it is exactly the right place to be at that particular time....But it moves on...and then there are the times it is like being diced up with careless impunity by the shards oscillating in the refection of some long dead broken-hearted lover...and worse still this incarnation insists he is needing you right now as a friend...and just when you get to believing life is such a shit then the next day it kind of runs its tongue like warm liquid wax right down the arch of your spine defying oblivion and encouraging one into to such abandoned sweet surrender.....and darn me if I haven't seen it sometimes, but very rarely, sitting there like a putrid dung heap desperately looking for an arse to offend......but whichever way it greets, tests and sometimes even seems to defy you it is superbly unique in this most unique of experiences. There has to be something in this maniacal life where we can be all or anything we want....and so far the only place I have found that is in music.......................................................
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