Tuesday, November 16, 2021

I Think We're Alone Now

Pitter patter patter it away
there's a world out there 
it don't care either way 
it want to grab it want to hold 
it wants your soul 
give it anyway 

You got a city inside you 
no rural countryside will do 
you got buzzing you got grit you got weirdness in plenty 
you can't be still 
you got sadness you got loneliness you got ennui in droves 
no no, no rural countryside will do 
for you got a city inside you

Friday, September 4, 2020

Happens To The Heart

Cracks his fingers, rolls his neck clockwise and arches his back, but just a tiny bit. Puts on his wireless earpods and enjoys that waft of a Leonard Cohen lyric streaming in. Leonard is afterall a perfect accompaniment to the melancholy, the nostalgia thats brought him back to this. 

Things are good. They've been great too. There's frankly nothing to complain about and yet he's believed that the best writers are those that have deep sorrow, pain, a certain nakednesses of the soul to share. And he wants to write, he wants to share. Luckily he's often been wrong in his beliefs. 

As someone wise once said "When the facts change, I change my mind - what do you do sir?" 
His mind changes often and fluidly. So do his beliefs. So does his nostalgia, the melancholy. 

And yet he's coming to share. To write whatever's been floating in that mind of his. Don't think he wants to be listened to. Thats for philiosophers and seers. This is more the catharatic kind.

Monday, March 21, 2016

New Mexico's No Breeze


"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.

- Who else but the random and interesting personality of Hunter S Thompson

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Last Christmas


I know they all are, but boy, this was one helluva fast year.
It whizzed by, I swear. With the speed of the worlds largest roller coaster, but also with it's ups and downs, curves and thrills, illusions and what not. The worlds largest.

Boiling everything down into one concept is frowned upon in this house, but we partake of that every now and then. For if I were to squint my eyes and look at this years timeline, the biggest single "boiled down" event would definitely be the move.

We moved countries, nay, continents. Lively New York is now tattooed on the skin of my life, like the past always is. The present, believe it or not, belongs to a sunny island country.

That's right. I live in an island country now. From an island city to an island country. Common first words, drastically different second ones.

I miss New York, of course I do. But also so excited about this change. The girl and I moved knowing what we wanted, aiming at it, trying to get it and eventually getting. It's been harder settling down than we thought, but that's cause we jumped in head first - we don't know any other way to live unfortunately.

Bought a house, bought two cars, bought more office shirts, some furniture. When all I wanted to do was buy a surfboard. So yes, harder settling down than we thought. This grown up stuff isn't for the faint of heart eh?

Well, 2016 seems to be whizzing in and I'm sensing a thrilling sense of the wonderfully unexpected coming with it. It's going to be a shiny new roller coaster this one, and if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the weather forecast will be a happy, jumpy "sunny all year round".

Wish you the best year ever.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Dessert Island Questionnaire

This year. 2015 they call it. It's a number as random as a name. Could have called it 999 or called you pooh (unless you're already called pooh and then this analogy fails).

But regardless, this year... it's different. Or rather it's going to be different I mean. Nothings happened so far, but I give it 3 months. After that, I know it, I can feel it in my spine, in that electric galactic force that pulsates through us ...it'll get real. Nice real. Lovely real. Beautiful real...you get the picture.

I'm not psychic in any way... quite the opposite if anything. For example, I'll be all excited for a trip, ready to board a flight and it'd get cancelled. Last minute. And till that freaking last minute, I would have a stupid smile on my face, not expecting a thing. I trust the universe I suppose. Also I'm just basically a numbut.
But for some reason, I'm getting a massive psychic (numbnut) feeling. And I checked, not drunk. Its been building up. So I don't really know what it is, but I thought I'd mention it.

May the force be strong with you.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Child In Time

Man, time flies. But It didn't always do that. When I was in college or maybe school even, it seemed to drag. Crawled, and at times slowed to miserable panicky nothingness.
Not always of course. But most times or at least times that mattered and stuck like memory tags in my memory reel.

And then it somewhat started to gather steam. Walked, then power walked, jogged and now it's on a real tear. I can't stand runners but this is personal.

And now I'm standing here in my mid 30's and I don't know how I got here so bloody fast. The girl thinks this smells funnily of a mid life crisis. This thinking that is. But I say it's only normal.

But if this gets me a ferrari then why not.

Monday, July 7, 2014

High Hopes

Did you hear? Crazydiamond's back (CD does a stoopid version of "guess who's back? shady's back")
No not me, fools. The real Crazydiamond, or rather his friends.

As you've most likely heard - Pink Floyd is going to release a new album this october. The first since 19 freaking 94. Since the ringing of the Division Bell had begun.
And in answer to the girls' first question on this - yes, I am obviously going mental.

I'm going through all 5 stages, or is it 4. I'm already thinking they won't be able, to be as good as they were. A revival never is. Plus they're old and probably don't like psychedelic lights anymore. But at least they're trying, no they're giving it all. In fact everything points to them being epic, cause theirs was always old wise music. And they've only wisened. They're going to soak in all these 20 years in the middle, roll it all into a long big joint and puff it out into the best emotional mesmerising roller coaster of an album we've ever heard.

Epic.

In the meantime, I'm going to take the cue. If they're back, I'm going to be back. In this guise, here on the infamous internet blogosphere. For the audience which is a whole number 1. Me. Cause this could be my album my rolled up puff, my cocoon reimagined.

But how to type while you're biting nails in anticipation.
Oh god I sound like a teenage girl. How to slap this teenage girl out of me.

I Think We're Alone Now

Pitter patter patter it away there's a world out there  it don't care either way  it want to grab it want to hold  it wants your s...