27.12.13 Feeling the aftermath of the storm in my head, tonsils and chest, I've decided to sniffle my stress and bad attitude away for a couple of hours. I head down to the boiler room for the last gig I will be attending for the year - Arcane Roots. Obviously. Struggling through the support bands with rum, cigarettes and the urge to regurgitate, I somehow manage to find the motivation to make it through to the finish line and boy I'm glad I suffered.
Sufjan Stevens
After slumming it at my boyfriend's flat for a couple of weeks, the other day I urged myself back to my own derelict bedroom. I was bewildered with inspiration to shake off my work uniform, grab my sketchbook and sink my teeth into some beautiful newly discovered songs.
Counting Stars
When I took my first breath, when my eyes blinked and a tear dribbled down my cheek for the very first time, I bet no one ever guessed those needy hungry screams would grow into pure insanity. The everlasting curse that dwells in the shadows of my conscience has been busy dropping weights of pessimism in my stomach, attempting to ignite my nerves and anxiety.
Today has been a struggle to reach above the water that is drowning my mind. Do I let myself sink into delirium, fight or just submerge into the next wave and disappear. For now I think i'll swim into the sweet blissful void of hardcore music.
A Day To Remember
Surprisingly I am still retaining a bit of optimism whilst I wait out the rest of this god damn awful year. Lets say 2013 can suck it!
However I have been suffering with wanderlust. This place that i've found myself wound up and rooted in is no longer forming into a home but a cage instead. My days are made up of looking up, above and beyond the spider web made up of camouflaged enemies and doubts.
Arcane Roots
There has been no forgive and no forget, but there is silence.
I am stuck in a state of delirium. It has been an overwhelming year. A landmark of broken morals, lost dignity, alienation, solitude and a tonne of trust issues. As it draws to a close, there is only hope, a hope like birds that sense the dawn and sing when it is still dark.
With that small yet tenacious encouragement I am escaping this past and embracing something better. My sketch books, my notebook, my playlist and of course, a cigarette paired with an extra milky cup of tea by my side.
Hit The Deck Festival
So this week was the last week of slavery
at work, all the fucking time. From now on I’ll only be doing it half the time.
At least that’s something. I woke up on my first day of half freedom to clouds
and a downpour of rain but the sky could sense my mood this morning and now I
am sat outside in the glory of the sun.
I’ve been questioning whether to bother
writing about Hit the Deck festival. I guess the urge has overcome me.
Bury Tomorrow
Pride, power and melody, Bury tomorrow
hurtle towards you like a speeding freight train and you find yourself glued to
the tracks.
Originating from Southampton UK, the 5
piece are a fabulous example of the sharp hardcore music that is budding within
the alternative British scene these days. They touch on the melodic vs. death metal
spectrum.
Canterbury
I see
myself and you wrapped in rainbows, a curve of colour swirling round my head. I’m
from a cloud, I have been falling for ages, passing through the light into the
ground. I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you, while all the world is falling out of
love.
As I kick back and venture through
Canterburys array of musical footsteps and ballads, I realise that summer is
starting, things are starting to look up and the good days are becoming more
consistent. Their music contains a healthy amount of sugar and energy, embracing
you with optimism.
Canterbury are a happier band on my current
playlist. They sooth, console and stitch up old wounds. Their tracks contain little rays of sunlight
fighting through an overcast sky, a glimmer of hope and a gentle tug of wishful
thinking.
My Little Pony
Google 'my little pony' and plastic pink horses appear everywhere, dancing around your webpage. I suppose it reflects the light hearted spirit of the band, too bad they don’t play death metal, right? Instead the quintet are indie and jazzy, decorated with pretty boy vs girl vocals. Imagine your mother whipping together a cream pie full of daises and a marching band. They are a instrumental version of Belle and Sebastian, knitting together banjos, classical strings, brass and percussion.
Bring Me The Horizon
Sempiternal –
adjective
Eternal,
unchanging; everlasting
His writings have the
sempiternal youth of poetry.
You don’t believe in
second chances until you want one for yourself, and eventually it is all you
wish for. When you’re stuck inside your head reality becomes a continual mess.
The demons shadow grows and slowly removes all the rainbows from your thoughts.
Bring Me The Horizons
latest barbaric explosion relates to the lost and wounded.
Frank Turner
Like an arrow, I am being dragged backward.
I have started my day with swollen eyes, coffee and a cigarette for breakfast.
Looking out to a grey sky beholding the unknown, I turn the radio on for a bit
of company. 3 or so minutes and a heavy heart later “ Darling sweet lover,
won’t you help me to recover” chimes through the kitchen.
Mallory Knox
A long time has passed since I have
listened to music, a very sad depressing statement I must admit. I am not
counting the over produced plastic sounds on the radio. Now I have sat down
with my cup of tea, cigarette and laptop, it feels so good to be comforted by
the sweet notes of modern rock n roll.
Like reuniting with a long lost friend, I promise never to be so distant
from it again.
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