Base words scrawled in pen on a laminated surface. The toilet stall is the domain of Cubicle Man. In common with his ancestors, Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal, the desperation to visually communicate complex thought through the most direct means available urges him onwards. The stench of stale urine, bleach and the hum of defecation are but … Continue reading Cubicle Man
I wrote and recorded Saw The Sails Come Down over the last 2 weeks at my home in Melbourne after all our Australian and European touring plans were cancelled with the band due to the current global pandemic. I wanted to do something positive, to keep moving so to speak, while being stuck in Australia. … Continue reading Saw The Sails Come Down
Too much pressure Too much time Too much uncertainty Too much to climb . Too many emotions Not enough space A clogged up brain With only time to waste . Deeply stored frustrations New triggers to entice Past projections fog Is it so hard to just be nice? . With so much confusion Leaving it … Continue reading Lock-down.
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