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Hexetera

About Me


Hi, my name's Michael - although I sign everything as '-m.p-'
I write songs, play guitar and sing in my band Dead Souls - a few people have commented that we sound like Pearl Jam-meets-Nirvana...which to me is a great thing as they're my two favourite bands.
I taight myself guitar, starting at age 11...good job I had no friends back then! Hehe, I seemed to pick it up fairly quickly!!!
These days I'm writing music so fast its getting hard to keep up...I have another 10 or so songs which I'm working on just as me, another 10 or so to add to the 14 or so Dead Souls songs that we've already recorded...and I just write whatever comes out, one minute it could be a grunge dirge, next a simple folky acoustic thing, a lullaby, some weird mexican dub style, ballad...whatever is there that needs to bleed.Sometimes I think I'm just a host, and the dead souls of musicians come and borrow this shell of mine.
I hardly sleep. Apparently I've always hated going to bed, even at a young age I'd be found way after my bed time on the stairs, asleep with a bunch of toys. I think these days I average about 4 hours a night. But thats not all bad, means I get to make use of 20 hours in the day...which is good as I have a lot of things I want to do!
When I do sleep my dreams are so bizarre, vivid...nightmares and crazy places and goings on. I'm obsessed by them...I try and write everything down. I think like cats, they hold some kind of answers to the world we live in. And speaking of cats....ever noticed when you've had a nightmare? The way the cat seems to know? They know something we dont...
I write prose poems, stories, babbles, journals. I sketch in stupid little notepads and great ones which cost more...I hate wasting paper, more for the fact that I hate to wreck the feel of a page, I hate creases in books, I hate when the spine breaks, I hate when pages have fallen out and I hate giving people pieces of my paper (hmmm OCD?)
I hoard notebooks like that guy from 'Se7en'.
I pretend I can paint although I mainly just abuse watercolor, deliberately using it the wrong way.
I sketch a lot too...crazy little doodles and caricatures, although I've lost interest in giving people noses and mouths...so a lot of the time they have rather blank faces! Nevertheless, still innaresting.
I cant destroy photographs...something about it, like erasing reality and history...and I'm no Hitler. I cant and wont, people sometimes dont get that...even if it conjures up the worst of my memories the pictures stay intact, hidden in folders of containers or in books I'll never read.
My memory is pretty bad too. I think its getting better...although I cant remember. Its something to note though.
I always wanted green eyes...and I got them when I turned Vegetarian! True story!!!
I coined the following phrases:
'Life...its a lot like surfing...you wipe out and what are you gonna do? Get back on the board...'
'I know there's light at the end of the tunnel...I just feel blind...'
'Life isnt about finding yourself...its about creating yourself...'

'The world is better when you're starved from sleep...'
'Just like plants we wilt in the shade...'

I'm not ashamed to be like my Dad
Hexetera is a Dead Souls song
Right now I'm Dr Jeckyll

I'm trying to pioneer the return of grunge:
I procrastinate so much that I'll be late dying...I'll do it tomorrow.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The me that dreams.
Whilst alive: Eddie Vedder. Chris Cornell. Tom Waits. Tim Robbins. Johnny Depp (and ask him what Hunter S. Thompson was like). Jeff Lynne and ask him will he record and produce some acoustic work (for free!), Patti Smith (again!), Vincent Gallo. Kassie Oliver, Isabelle Marston.
Courtney Love - and tell her that not everyone hates her.
When dead: My Grandad (and apologise for not writing sooner). Kurt Cobain. William S. Burroughs. Allen Ginsberg. Jimi Hendrix. Shannon Hoon. Layne Staley. Flob (my mum's old cat who died not so long ago). Hunter S. Thompson. The kitten on that documentary which was put down and you watched as the vet stroked its little head until all the life drained out of it...the one that brings a tear when I think about it.

My Blog

Todays Medley Review - 02/01/09

You know that feeling you get when nothing makes sense...and the things that did all of a sudden feel like an electric shock, that short after sensation of being completely confused and disorientated ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 19:17:00 GMT

MOTH AMONGST A LIGHT SWARM

A million words, a million lines flowing through my head tonight and all I want is you. I could infuse the warmth of cradling a cushion as I fall asleep with the memory, the image of you being there, ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:07:00 GMT

SING A SONNETT FOR THE VAMPIRE

I could probably stop to tell you the truthFact is, do I really want to?The sleeping world waltzes and turnsAnd lavender burnsHard line cemetary gates I got a headacheAnd something's in the way once a...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 19:01:00 GMT

Delusion

Lost in mindRubble of thoughts that Fill the quarryAnd I am the lorryThat leaves the portWith skeletons intactOf illegal immigrantsAsylum seekersA million held out handsLike loudspeakersAnd my eyes he...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 19:43:00 GMT

APHRODITE IS DYING

Aphrodite is dying...she told me as we fucked...so I traced lines of her tired eyes with lillies and daffodils...ugly is as ugly does, holding hands with angel rust...and you'll be mine and mine alone...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 18:11:00 GMT

GARBAGE COLLECTION - notes from the vomiting pen

Head symphony accordian whisky another drop to the chalice and my heart smiles...the little rib cage settler giggling to sounds of old beats past...someone turned the lights in my eyes on and the dawn...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 17:11:00 GMT

He returns with a smile

Irregular sleep patterns I wake still dreaming, my face hurts like influenza only I dont feel sick, the slightest movement my head jolts from side to side...scoping the background, slight flickers of ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 17:25:00 GMT

The door is closing...

A letter to the editorMoving inward, the door is closing. Insomnia is at its peak and I am barely awake and barely asleep. I wish you could see through my eyes, this place looks so different now...all...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 12:30:00 GMT

WHAT SKYLINE?

My breath stopped short...trap door stomach closed 'NO ENTRY' and my windpipe turned hot and cold...my arms flared in goosebump dot to dot...red broken skin around eyes moistened by waterfalls in sadn...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 12:26:00 GMT

ECHOES

A cloudy grey suburb...an angel sits desolate on a park bench. Rain drips from his brow onto his drenched dirty white clothes. These wings hurt, cracked and grazed they itch at the shoulders...head in...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 19:41:00 GMT