music. good music. local music. simple as that.

about ten days ago i was given a CD by the artist himself.

in my life this has happened only three different times.

here...give it a listen, they say. 

let me know what you think, they told me.

and of course i listened to the CD.

repeatedly, for a few days.

was it good?

it was great.

what makes music great today? 

talent.

simple as that.

since i don't promote bands and concerts i'm not going to tell you to listen to any type of music or any specific artist. i will tell you that there are so many types of music today that it is almost deafening...

almost.

when i first started listening to music it was always classic rock; rock; hard rock; rock & roll; heavy metal. my favourite musical group is, Iron Maiden (heavy metal). my favourite singers: Bob Dylan (folk/blues rock), Jimi Hendrix (hard/blues/psychedelic rock) and Bob Marley (reggae; rocksteady).

like many people - i'm sure - music is not in my life nearly as much as i would like it to be.

well let me rephrase that.... good music is not in my life nearly as much as i would like it to be.

the music on most all radio stations today is dated and redundant.

the music played at the office, the grocery store, the hair dressers' - it's all the same shit.

that's why when somebody hands you a CD; their CD - you get excited.

you really have no other option.

it's new. it's tuned. it's for your ears only. 

when someone puts their entire being - nevermind their heart & soul - into the lyrics, the beat, the performance..you just know. you just know that the place where this person is coming from is deep and dark and far, far away. something changes when you listen to what somebody else is used to hearing.

when you think of music you may think of something catchy, upbeat, loud and full of bass

but do you think of writing?

always write. right all ways.

and you too will create a beautiful song to be sung.

a beautiful fucking day

i like it. you're sexy.
you turn me on.

when you meet somebody for the first time - blind date.
possibly one of the most important things is to just be yourself.
i like it.
except we aren't entirely ourselves.
first of all we're blind
you're sexy.
second of all we're horny as hell because why on earth would we be on a blind date in the first place?
you turn me on.
the easiest thing; the simple thing, to do would be to
forget about inhibitions and just forget about clothes.
wouldn't it be so amazing
you are walking down the street and there is a slight breeze but you can feel the back of your shirt begin to stick in the middle, right above your hips - so it's already hot out.
let's say it's almost 10:00 am and you're going to get a coffee and you're not late for work or anything because actually today is your day off.
the wind picks up something just out of your line of sight and it's kind of burgundy or maroon or mostly it's the colour that makes you think, i like it.
the next time you look up it's only to hit the button at the crosswalk which you are now standing at - on the corner of whatever and whatever and it's a beautiful fucking day.
the next time you realize where you are you see this person; this flash of burgundy/maroon
waiting on the opposite side of the crosswalk.
and the light changes from orange hand to bright person in action and your foot twitches but you don't lift it because by the time you think you want to start walking there's no way you could pass up an opportunity like this
on a day
like this.
and in the hot air you hear, you're sexy.
nothing brushes past you because suddenly your hand is grabbed and lifted up over your head as in you are the champion, my friend.
and you're pushed up against the lightpole at the crosswalk and your lips are pressing up against lips but you're blind and you're hot and you're impossibly horny so you stop.
why because you don't know this person.
but you say, come back to my place so we can take our clothes off.
you turn me on.
have we become so immune to sensuality?
i'd like to think not.