People don't dance no more |
In the words of REM- maybe I've said too much, Maybe I haven't said enough. This year has passed by, and I hoped to record more of it, look back at some future time and see what I've been doing w...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 23:50:00 GMT |
You Took My Time And You Took My Money |
Firstly.Nostalgia is a curious thing. Through its filter, as time passes, the can be a discrepancy between what we believe and what is real. A soft and warming feeling of affection that clings to an o...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 03:53:00 GMT |
I get excited, you get excited too |
Again the memory is taking it's time catching up.But slowly it makes it. Slightly out of breath, ready and willing, but sketchy.Older, and a little wiser. Small transitions happen, running parrallel t...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:31:00 GMT |
Cities come and cities go |
Very quietly now...We should have been on a plane at 3pm. Instead we are feeling defeated as we stand in Terminal 4 of Heathrow, staring at queues of people and a depature board declaring cancel...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 09:58:00 GMT |
We came down from the north |
The ghost is still there, a memory, gradually getting fainter and fainter. A voice, now a whisper, with still so much it wants to tell, but with no idea where it wants to begin. Maybe at the beginning...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 02:20:00 GMT |
Pray like Aretha Franklin |
And the music stops...Out they go, into the night, street lights blurring on wet pavements. Laughter comes from the open window and doors of pubs, as the last of the drinkers finish their drinks ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 01:06:00 GMT |
"You might some cry for some time" |
So here we go... the history of Jon; part one, volumne one. or something like that.
What's there to know? Er... you've read the synopsis, and you've got to the first page, and well, it just doe...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 04:57:00 GMT |
