My week has not been without words: they were just published over on Daily Info because I went and watched a bunch of music and reviewed it.
2015 is the year of adventure because I looked back at 2014 and searched for the best moment I could think of. The answer was obvious: Bestival.
Where do I even begin in describing the various vitality that all the talent I've encountered this week exuded and induced?...
Love and live music. Talking about some things that are hard to express, but very much need saying.
2013 meant dipping my toes in a lot of new things. 2014 means diving a little deeper into a few and transitioning to a new writing frequency.
It's that time of year again. And while I still remain skeptical about the whole resolution thing, I can't help but make the odd one...
This post is my personal love letter to my very special new home. Finally, I'm where I belong.
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
A varient on my occasional list of interesting things, here is a run down of top talent I've stumbled across on a recent whirlwind musical discovery tour.
If we lived perpetually in the conditional, we would never have anything new to say. It's the current that keeps us thinking.
In case you didn't catch the hint - I went to a carnival today, and I went alone. It was sunny, loud, fantastic and, inevitably, thought-provoking.
The New Yorker in the bath, writing gloves, Greg Proops and all the things that do and will have one particular thing in common.
Coffee got me through the basics this weekend, but no further, so today I have left the creativity up to others. They're very good at it.