May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
Back to a full two hour session this week. Weather wise, it was pissing it down when I left the house this morning. Then it stopped for a bit. Pissed down again. Then eventually stopped for good. Mercifully didn’t get too wet. Who’d believe it’s the middle of June, eh? Blow me! Another small mercy….
Because when new (old – and cleaner – visually – picture quality wise) footage gets unearthed, I just HAVE to have a play around. Steep myself in the deluded sense of artistry. Focus the mind, and the creative process on – the excuse to ogle…basically 🙂
You know what? Well, I was worried about why I had been blocked from the Decade 77-87 Facebook page. And I was genuinely scratching my head wondering why the hell it would be that I was. Then this evening, with a new share of a Simple Minds video compilation they had put together, I realised…
It’s taken me a few days to get around to listen to this. I like it. It’s very expertly done. But…I kept waiting for my fix of the chorus to arrive. At least just one time! And…the best part of Mick’s synths are taken away as a consequence, because they lay behind Jim’s vocal in…
Something very strange has happened… https://twitter.com/priptonaweird/status/1138491098861490176?s=21
This evening I played the recording of Saturday’s practice back. And, okay, yep. I do think I am probably being incredibly hard on myself. But… I need to be don’t I? Otherwise how the fuck am I ever going to get any better? Yes? But… I am so thankful I took the advice of Emily…
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I have been sleeping-in lately. Demanding dreams from my subconscious. Every night before I fall asleep, I pray that I’ll dream. Good dreams. Dreams that once awake and I have even just a fraction of lucidity of the dream, that it’ll turn to fruition. This morning I had dreams. In the first I was with…
Put on your facade. Wear it like a jacket. Like false armour. Let it mask your face. Show your teeth. Make your most convincing smile. Never let anyone see what’s really behind it. Don’t crack. Don’t falter. Don’t look weak. Ungrateful. Fed up. Tired. Keep wearing the mask. Don’t let it slip! Catch it before…
Abysmal. Awful. That is all.
When I am at my lowest ebb. When I am consumed by my darkest days. When I struggle to keep faith in humanity. When I question what we are here for…if we have a purpose, other than to breed contempt and destroy the beauty of the earth with our greed and negligence… It never is…