Sunday, 5 August 2012

Occupation?



Occupation? The Universe.

Anywho, I have a most perculiar interest in Rockstar behaviour in and around airports. This by far is the greatest of stage performance from Jim Morrison.

The smile at the end - That assuring smile that every woman that laid eyes on him wanted to fuck him.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Dirty hippies.






Woodstock



I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, "Where are you going?"
And this he told me...

I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm,
I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band.
I'm gonna camp out on the land.
I'm gonna get my soul free.

We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Then can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog,
And I feel to be a cog in something turning.

Well maybe it is just the time of year,
Or maybe it's the time of man.
I don't know who I am,
But you know life is for learning.

We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And Everywhere there was song and celebration.

And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky,
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation.

We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden..
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.


- Joni Mitchell



Monday, 16 July 2012

/d/
Moonlight Drive

 Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive


Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side

Nothin' left open
And no time to decide
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide

Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive


Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin' down, down, down

Written:Jim Morrison 1965


Saturday, 14 July 2012

Alchemy of the Word

"It has been found again! What? Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun."


- Oliver Bernards translation




The Search Begins . . . . .


 Well, It's official! Europe in in hindsight, so now my search  begins for places to reside. I know this is a future plan, okay, future, future plan. But here are some pretty pictures to keep you occupied, Naples is beautiful, but ridiculously expensive, and a gritty hot spot for the Mafia! But hey, who doesn't like a bit of murder and drug busts? [Stupid question?]

Naples


Amsterdam - Apparently one of the best places to live in Europe.

Berlin

Paris - who else has heard that Paris is very dirty?

The Rolling Stones - 50 years.



Mick and Marianne Faithfull

















Keef and his son Marlon, pulling a face






Fuck yeah boys! Congratulations on 50 years in the music industry, living the sex drugs and rock and roll lifestyle for half a century is not an easy feat. I am praying that they get there arse's into gear and do one final World tour, for the sake of humanity! [well maybe not that extensive, just my exsistence] Keith has commented that they will be doing a line up of shows around Great Britain this year, but as for a 2013 world tour, things are looking unfourtunate for Keiths health, and the tour has been cancelled until further notice, but not to worry folks! They have realised a huge Almanic "Rolling Stones 50" and even more enticing, Mick has sepratley realised a book on the much speculated and secretive affair with David Bowie, during the 70's. Risque move for Mick, wonder how David feels about it? Nevertheless, the sexiest bi-sexual couple in history - YUM!

Life's been a gas, 50 years on top, what immortal bastards!

How did you celebrate? Myself and my long - haired companion got quitely off our face's on Johnnie Walker and blasted their discography all night!
Happy snapped with a Canon SX130IS compact digital [high definition]

                                    Melbourne, beautiful one day, fucking shit the next . . . .

The Telegraph - Ha! I know that bloke!












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Hello All!

Welcome to my tiny little pocket of the internet, so glad you could join me! Chances are, you do not know me personally, I will not expect you to knock on my door asking for milk, so please allow me to introduce myself, orginnaly a wanderer from Ireland, I graduated from Griffith College, Dublin with a Bachelors degree in Photo Journalism, it currently sits at the bottom of a cardboard box, I plan on unpacking it one day, so I can put it on my wall, and, stare at it? A few months after I graduated, my boyfriend and I moved to Bristol, England, where we heard outrageous fairytales offering glistening job positions with heafty pay packets. Within a few months of moving,I found myself single and after a few bottles of whiskey and hindi kush, ready to mingle [ don't ask ]. After a year, of shiny, pretty thing deprivation, I had enough dosh to shift my arse to sunny Australia, turns out moving aboard require's an attention span exelling that of a squirrel, unlucky for me, but I made it in the end. I must admit, I did not use my bathtub for 2 months, in fear of being killed by a jellyfish in need of some soap. I call Melbourne home, for now. I am getting the itch to move again, I am quite intent with moving from place to place for the rest of my life. Blessed with a Gypsie's heart. But for know I work at an underground recording studio / record shop in Melbourne. Some of the friendliest beards I have met, have been in Melbourne, I must say I am in love with where I live, and am completely content with the hormonal weather! Although Europe is looking devastatingly tempting at this point in my life. This require's money. . . . hmmmm. My soul dwells in the past, my heads in the sex, drugs and rock and roll clouds of the 60's and 70's. I am never one to turn down a glass of Jameson, or a the wise words of a Bohemian.

Keep the World free, so we can continue Rocking!