At long fucking last! A new Weezer album. Here is a pretty picture. Full track list follows: 1. “California Kids” Rivers Cuomo, Dan Wilson 3:25 2. “Wind in Our Sail” Cuomo, Kenneth Scott Chesak, Ryan Spraker 2:53 3. “Thank God for Girls“ Cuomo, Alex Goose, Michael Balzer, Alex Balzer, Bill Petti 3:30 4. “(Girl WeContinue reading “Weezer (The White Album)”
All the different music through the years All listened to buy the same set of ears Big bass, fast beats and electronic loops replaced by echoing vocals, guitars and effects pedals, Rap, R&B, Disco and Funk, Bluegrass, lo-fi, ambient and punk Vocoder twins, pussy beats, cat tunes, dogs on heat I am like a rock inContinue reading “Through The Years”
I am here but music takes me somewhere…I am here and music does nothing. This is just a short passage or two on music. I am here writing this and realising that both statements are wrong. I can’t speak for you but when I put on a tune I stay exactly where I am…physically inContinue reading “Somewhere…”
Just looking at you brings my skin alive, You hover somwehere outside my vision on the periphery making music, downloading music, playing music. You don’t have any idea I think of the way I feel else you would turn to me and say , ‘I am…’ But on the other hand, you must know, yourContinue reading “I am”
I think I am getting carried away on a vibe of pill happiness. Boring events still happen in my cochlea, while I furiously type my thoughts I expect greater from my cochlea than what transpires now In an Elvish flourish, the woods come alive with music. Leaving. Me. Pristine.
Hasn’t life got a lot to do with love? For example, you can be happily strolling along the unkempt path of righteousness when suddenly someone throws a custard pie in your face and reminds you in no uncertain terms that a sense of humour is an essential life skill. The same can be said of love.Continue reading “Custard Pie Love”
Thinking about things Pulling on my heart strings unforeseen consequences finding a new tune to play on my fiddle is not happening but then again what is is passing by without leaving a trace except for the hiccups I make on the canvas that was blank. It’s not that I don’t think of cathedrals just notContinue reading “What good there was has been swallowed by time”
To the ears…music is good Each note was sung. Bleach. And dirty glam the best. Gary Gonads sex pest. You don’t know what I want to do to you But you can imagine. I’m coming up from behind with one thing in mind, only to come. Explode in you. And make you whole. It’s myContinue reading “Each note”