John Lennon made me want to pick up a guitar, Bob Dylan made me want to play it. I picked up a guitar and I played it. That was when I was 11. Now I am 22 and in the meantime I learnt some chords and wrote some words, tried to sound like the things I heard. There came a point when I gave up trying to hit notes like the cherished sounds of the cherubim, found that it's what you sing, not how you sing. My words began life as inaccessible thoughts, a way of whispering through a loudspeaker from the rooftops and of tapping on doors. Now, after some love, wine and cigarettes, those words have begun to get undressed and hopefully say something a little more revealing, trying to breathe a little more warmth into a world that is cold and concealing enough without any need for isolated indulgence to add to it. In short, whatever our beliefs, whatever our Good Books, manuscripts and political fits; whatever we see in the mirror, whoever returns our glance, whether we drink ourself into the gutter or ask the night to dance we are simply making sense of a feeling, as honest as the space between the lines and the room beneath the ceiling. in the bedroom, or in the concert hall, if we can't share it or make others feel it, we have nothing at all. Fingerpicking, resonant hendrix tones, resurrecting mozart's dulcit bones, or singing from the latest mobile phones, have no place here where honesty wears the latest designer clothes, tastes the wine and evidently knows that they never intended to send it back, I don't really want to imitate or play to that crap. I hope that you maybe feel the same way
I listened to Some Day and it made me happy thinking of you three, your villa, the rocks, basically the entire time spent together. I hope you have a great day, and know that I miss you all terribly!
Hey buddy, glad the gig went well, you'll have to let me know of future dates, would love to witness one of these infamous monumental acoustic sessions....
Also mp3s!!!!! one needs the material to work on....Get on the sending mate, we#ll sort some stuff out and perhaps try and get a short set together. Take it easy dude, speak to you soon
hey buddy
lovin the tunes, finally figured out how to record my drums in stereo so lets get on the music makin road, you never know, some day, some break.....
amy and i are wrapping christmas presents to the sound of your tunes dude. merry christmas from amy and keli. the funniest girls in oxford. fact. with average bodies. opinion.
