Zoe: "what?!"

Me: "i don't know?"

Springtime

There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
Remembers when there was a time when we danced
And we laughed spent some time drinking wine
And somewhere in there there's a little child without a thought
Without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined
He is warm and everything is new and everything is clean
And everything is free and there were still so many things to see
So many things so many things left to be very small drop in the
Middle of the big sea of high and mighty things
Your fascination is larger than life your brand new appetite
As though we'd invented it and we danced
There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
Remembers things perhaps as they should have been
Rather than the lies rather that the cruelty
That sometimes we were guilty of as everybody knows
We were only young and really couldn't have known
We were very young and though it's nice to know there's a place to go
There's still so many things left to see
Little drop in the middle of the big sea of high and mighty things
Your fascination is larger than life your brand new appetite
And there's springtime in my mind and I'd rather be alive
As though we'd invented it and we danced
It could have been the longest time and I'll remember it
You don't know what's in store when we laugh...

Maybe one day?

The new BLK..

So blogging has become an obsession of mine as of late. Not my own, as one can tell but more of yours.. Reading stories of show memories and old photos of a lost age and shall we say a lost art?

Lost music and ideas, the things that still hold me to this world and a sense of youth. This was my family, my wonder and my dreams.. All to a soundtrack that was growing and developing in its own right. I hear the records I grew up with, the memory of first hearing/buying them and the times it got me through. Like life its evolved and now we have it all nice and digital for all you new assclowns to revel in. As we grow older we grow colder....

It was more than music.

Sun Heights

Have you ever felt so desperate? have you ever felt so dense inside?
Everything turns grey and desolate, everything feels weathered and fragile
Everyone you thought you loved, took you for a ride in a city called 'fucked'
And smashed through your dreams, head first down a one way street, singing
'I don't know where things went wrong for me', amidst nightmares by the fucking
Sea, dancing at thirty three, wishing desperately for clarity
And this isn't how I pictured me, afraid to grow into the man I aspired to be
Everyday, this is why events unnerve me.

In the shadow of the greatest man, I feel naked, the lonely one, untouched by the rising sun
Desperation crashed down on me, endlessly I reach for nothing, amidst the waves of eternity.

I'm on my own against the world and I've never felt so fucking cold.

App me..

This would be a great app hey...

What more could one want? Motos and ladies...

Im sold, someone make it happen..

TheCurse

For better or worse. Some ideas are poisonous.

Ian, I understand...

Into the 2nd week of tracking the record DEATHLESS. I really haven't been doing much besides listening and staring at the ceiling from the couch. Used a full day getting guitar tones up. Messed a little with bass sound. Not really hearing anything I like but then again I'm just the dick who plays bass right? Though there hasn't been any labor on my part as of yet, but I must say it is throughly exhausting. The anxiety of months of writing, practicing and wondering just hangs like a hex in my head. Anxiety loves to fuck with me. Like the bastard child waiting to find their father. It has been a year that still brings me nightmares, all to be grateful for and nothing to show for it. 

I am my great destroyer.

My head hurts, it aches from the running in circles.

All still seems to be the same, one step forward three back. We are the last of the loved ones, we are the last of the loving ones..

Turning grey..

So it's been awhile you say? Well I've just spent over 40 hours in the course of 3 days in the cess pool known as la... Drum tracking for "Deathless" is finished. Sounds beyond brutal and ramrod really nailed the tracks. Monday is the beginning of 4 weeks of guitars and what nots. I'm beyond anxious, it has been a long time coming.. This begins a cycle to the band and me. 

I miss the road and all that comes with it. 365 days ago we met, fewer days than that, you became a memory. Life loves to do that. This ones for you....

5 more practices till we begin tracking for "deathless".  Its  been a long process but I believe it will be more than worth it. These songs are pretty smashing I must say... I can't wait to be out playing them. Restlessness be free? Idle hands do the devils work? The road helps me forget...

Restless hearts be free.

And my other hobby is...

ummmmm really? 

for your enjoyment...

www.fupahunter.blogspot.com

Remember the first time you heard this and how you understood? Maybe its a part of being young and not understanding where one fits in with life.

Decade plus and still relevant. 

Swing Heil Swing Heil.. RIP

Still amazing..

Just in case you needed the art for your long lost hardball demo..

Judge.. 

"the memories will be there as long as the ink in my fingers stay"

To all you new jacks it is not the same..music, the message and the feelings are not here. You pander to shitheads in dayglo colored hats and cool guy collectable shoes. Thats not rebellion.

Where it went? Do tell Mike, do tell.. let's ride.

So two bikes down, not riding has given me a headache, must remedy...

On the TD front, "deathless" is coming along nicely. Tracking to commence early april, some good sleazy rock coming..now lets fucking get out of here..

So this was started as an outlet,  i meant to start this thing many months ago but thats how life goes hey.. going forth you might get some hardcore rants, old core stories, motorcycle babble, and sleepless mind wanderings.. welcome

"i feel hopeless when i just wish i could feel a little less"

i guess theres always been a sense of loneliness and desperation through most of my life. comes from isolation as a child and lack of connection with most?

its funny how things so early on always rear an ugly head throughout life..