Home truths aplenty guaranteed!
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Author: N. P. Ryan
Answer or Die
The story of a pessimist serial killer who finds victims by calling them on the phone.
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A Bandcamp Friday Beginner’s Guide to Sahel Sounds
Every Bandcamp Friday the lovely people at Sahel Sounds make the whole back catalogue available at Name Your Price; a great opportunity for new comers to the label, especially in this cost of living crisis when picking up a new album for free if needs be might just be the difference between maintaining mental health and preventing a breakdown.
But with so many albums to choose from and all by artists never heard of before, where to start? Continue reading
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The Grand Canyon is but a mere trickle through lowly pebbles in comparison to how much I hate being told what to do. The poem below perhaps captures the greatest representation currently encountered, but the irritation can equally extend to being told how I felt about something; especially when the feeling in question is one I don’t particularly care for.
A recent example occurred after happening to see some musicians at a local pub; one in particular I’d thought quite outstanding and the next day commented on their social media post about the gig to say so. Their reply: ‘Glad you had a nice time.’ Continue reading
Scent
There’s a particular company that, much like snake oil purveyors of old, profits from peddling false notions; in this instance the idea that spraying something with a mist equals it being clean and no longer odious; in personally finding said product itself greatly irritating to the nasal passages, it suffices to say I do not concur immensely.
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The Conquered Walk
Thoughts while walking home from the pub one recent night.
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Now With Added Joke!
The same great poetic post to herald the arrival of lab-grown meat as before—chicken to be precise, but it’s all rock ‘n’ roll to me; and even if it is in the U.S., where an ingredient from foam exercise mats is allowed in bread, Kinder eggs are banned due to the threat they pose to children, and guns are legal with high school shootings common, etc—but now with added joke! Continue reading
Finger Licking Good?
A poetic post to herald the arrival of lab grown meat (chicken to be precise, but it’s all rock ‘n’ roll to me); even if it is in the U.S., where an ingredient from foam exercise mats is allowed in bread, Kinder eggs are banned due to the threat they pose to children, and guns are legal with high school shootings common, etc. Continue reading
It’s Like Christmas
Nothing says Christmas like the pointless waste-of-money present that no one asked for or ever could possibly want. Nothing says Christmas until getting a gift from good old Father Tat.
Nik Turner R.I.P.
I’m absolutely gutted to hear of the passing of an all time favourite artist tonight, Nik Turner, one of the founding members of Hawkwind.
I had the honour of seeing Nik (still playing many Hawkwind tracks with those of his solo career) live in Toronto a few times; a couple of gigs at the the Garrison, the last at the Velvet Underground. Every one was mind-blowingly amazing, like easily in the top ten of best live performers I’ve seen. Nik, despite his age, still brought a massive energy to the stage that was utterly mesmerising to be in the presence of. Continue reading
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