THE NAME DOES NOT IMPLY AN INABILITY TO IMPROVE,
BUT AN INEFFABLE INTRINSIC GRANDEUR
FOR HE IS AN OVERFLOWING ENTITY, CONTAGIOUS,
AN AT-TIMES RELUCTANT AUTODIDACT
BUT AN INSPIRATION TO ANYONE WILLING TO LEARN
OR ABLE TO BE IMPRESSED.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Anti-Everything
This is my friends' band for which I've been asked to join as the rhythm guitarist. It's funny being in a band with Avery again, playing songs that we didn't write ourselves but I'm getting some great practice out of it and we hope to be on stage with the new line-up very soon.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Renaissance; Reconnaissance
Friends. Family. Cousins. Psychos. Puncheon. Hard wine. Doubles. SuperPharm. Neighbours. Scott's guitar. Missing LA food. Movie addiction. Visa denial. Parents. Pets. Piano. Skype. Short pants. Learning. Tolerating. Acting out. London dreams. Fridge photos. Speaking up. Looking up. Coming up. Going clear. Getting deep. Useful people. Comradery. Pseudo-brothers. Pretty girls.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Don't Try to Get Deep
"I’m in love!"
are the 3 words I hope to hear next year.
Another place, another time,
Another twinkle in eyes
caught between awkward glances in crowded social scenes,
another breeding ground for apathy to tire me into indifference.
Now that I’m numb to places I had run from.
Know when you’re wrong it’s 'cause you’re fallible just like everyone.
Just stuck between a lampshade and the drunk.
Sentenced to an evening as the party entertainment’s prop.
Oh but it’s only you that I am thinking of.
Please return to me, 'cause it’s so…
So hard to take that I might break.
I’m discovering that there’s so much to consider worthwhile,
but most of all I’ve learned to hate that I’m still stuck on you.
If time has taught us this much,
it’s that honesty is the cornerstone of trust.
Well to tell the truth I’m tired of watching clocks,
waiting for endings of evenings that never seem to stop. Enough!
In short I’ve come
back to the places I had run from.
You saw it all
fall to pieces, now it’s so…
So hard to take that I might break.
I’m discovering that there’s so much to consider worthwhile,
but most of all I’ve learned to hate that I’m still stuck on you.
caught between awkward glances in crowded social scenes,
another breeding ground for apathy to tire me into indifference.
Now that I’m numb to places I had run from.
Know when you’re wrong it’s 'cause you’re fallible just like everyone.
Just stuck between a lampshade and the drunk.
Sentenced to an evening as the party entertainment’s prop.
Oh but it’s only you that I am thinking of.
Please return to me, 'cause it’s so…
So hard to take that I might break.
I’m discovering that there’s so much to consider worthwhile,
but most of all I’ve learned to hate that I’m still stuck on you.
If time has taught us this much,
it’s that honesty is the cornerstone of trust.
Well to tell the truth I’m tired of watching clocks,
waiting for endings of evenings that never seem to stop. Enough!
In short I’ve come
back to the places I had run from.
You saw it all
fall to pieces, now it’s so…
So hard to take that I might break.
I’m discovering that there’s so much to consider worthwhile,
but most of all I’ve learned to hate that I’m still stuck on you.
- Stuart Smith, This Town Needs Guns
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