Table top Joe danced till his legs fell off. His wooden falsies rolled across the mahogony table till they hit the floor. Joe sat on his arse as his lack of legs had suddenly left him in a precarious position, but he couldn't care less as he was drunk as a skunk. The crowd bellowed … Continue reading Desire for temperance
A few tunes into Spotify this evening and I just realised I was listening to mostly female artists. Not really sure how it started, just the way it happen to play out. Some Stevie Nicks, some Bat for lashes, a bit of Florence, Ingrid Michaelson, solid stuff. Got me thinking though. Apart from the gentic … Continue reading Women (of) Rock
Have this song in my head all morning. It's the Beach Boys though, so has to be a good thing, right? Anyway feeling ok after a small few beers last night. No hangxiety as they say. Although stomach is gurgling like I had an undercooked meal though. Bloody anxious stomach. Begone,begone.
One good thing to make you less focused on your self is an infant. It's like living with someone constantly drunk with a dash of high. My God, my life is tossed and turned every which way by this three year old demon on wheels. But, hey it can be quiet funny too. Respect to … Continue reading Looney infant
Is obsession a bad thing? Depending on the context, depending on the subject matter. I love music, I mean L.O.V.E it Nat King Cole style. Not just the silky smooth sounds that hang pleasantly in the air, but the whole package. I love reading about it, love collecting it in its many guises, I love … Continue reading Obsession