Month: February 2019

  • Deeper Still.

    Contrary to what those closest to me think, I’m not my Own worst critic. In fact, that idea is redundant. Your own worst critic. It’s meaningless. What you’re supposed to be is completely honest with yourself, for better or worse. know your strengths. 0am your weaknesses.I know there’s things I’m really great at. I’ve got […]

  • The Back Story. Why It’s Taken So Long. Part One.

    It’s fair to say, l’ve had a muddled career. 3 years ago, I thought it was over before it had really started. It sounds awfully dramatic, but I was fully expecting to have called time by now. I couldn’t move forward as a live performer. At least not in the model I was working in.…

  • Demolition.

    All kind of weird icky feels. It doesn’t matter how I feel. He’s one of my biggest influences. His LPs are forever in the soundtrack to our lives. He was our eldest son’s first favourite singer. He’s also my go-to example of how fucked the music industry is around mental health + relationships. I remember…

  • Go Be You.

    Alt text: a handwritten note, which I have not yet been able to transcribe. Looking into a way of converting these hand written notes. Irony overload: handwritten blog posts are more accessible for me, not accessible at all for some of my readers… I’m working on a solution xx

  • Go Deep or Go Home.

    It’s kind of a cliche to talk about creativity as an elusive thing. Terms like “Writer’s Block” validate our perception that inspiration can escape the gravity of our ambitions at any time. I’m less and less convinced that this is true. It doesn’t follow that I am therefore inspired all of the time, sadly. Imagine!…

  • Radio Static.

    “Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the painter who dares and who has broken the spell of ‘you can’t’ once and for all.” Bleary eyed, I’m staring at the white box. Where the text goes. There must be something meaningful to say. It’s been a strange…