He reminded himself that it was ok to be alone. Not the best. But ok. Better than nothing? Well, maybe something like that, but Billy Preston had that song that said something about “you gotta have something”, so maybe there was no nothing anyway, and therefore, being alone was just how it was – having […]
He wasn’t all that smart. But he was fit. Real fit. Oh, how fit mate? Well real fit – like there was this time right, he went to the gym for one of those tests, and they’re trying to measure his heart rate, see an increase, and he’s on the bike right. And he’s pedalling. […]
“I am the way, the truth and the Lord…” If I were part of a Christian band (er, God forbid) that would be the name of my first album. Sandals and robes flowing over a Marshall stack, screaming “Hello Jerusalem”; I’d be born (again) to rock. (to rock.)
It was so vivid. He’d woken up sure it had just happened – even though the action in the dream was taken from half a lifetime ago; half his lifetime to be specific. He was sitting there – in the dream – arguing with his mother about attending the end of year school ball. He […]
I’m sitting there with my red Sony Walkman and I’m listening to the Jimi Hendrix Experience, a compilation tape – Smash Hits. It’s fucking great. The Stars That Play With Laughing Sam’s Dice. Purple Haze. Burning of the Midnight Lamp. Wind Cries Mary. All that great stuff. And we’re there visiting my grandparents. I’m just […]
“Say something now”, she said. And waited. In silence. “Say something now!” She screamed. The silence pummeling her, louder than anything she expected in return. “Say something now”, she begged. He walked away. His soundtrack was that silence.
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He wasn’t all that smart. But he knew how to win. You see, whoever said “fuck up” first would win the argument. Didn’t matter what the argument was – or when, or who it was between. Just whoever said those magic words – you couldn’t come back from “fuck up”. That was so final. “But”, […]