new bed things. so delicious. new soft beds things.
makes the best nest after a night of dancing.
or a cold night out.
you should get in and listen to this awesome blues.
winter isn’t that bad.
in fact, it’s kind of fun.
x
One day, on Smith st, I stepped in to Decadence for a Shelley Beach or two when I spied this motto chalked on the cocktail specials menu board. I believe it was written for us. When have you or I ever done anything in moderation?
I know that we’ve both tried! I’ll just have one glass… I’ll just go out for one hour…. I’ll just have one coffee today… I’ll just love with half of my heart.
Why do we even bother to kid ourselves?
All or nothing Shelley Blake. All or nothing.
come september…
i will have a book of poetry for you to read kisha bari.
come september…
i will probably have two new pairs of boots. at least.
come september…
the melbourne winter will have washed over me and away to you to say hello.
come september…
shannon will have taught me how to bake cookies.
come september…
the spring blossom will be here.
come september…
i’ll be closer to coming to nyc.
until september…
i make a promise to myself to write more. write more poetry. more words. more apples. more igloos. just more.
before september…
there’s a fair chance i will probably still drink too much red wine. oops.
before september…
i will turn thirty years old.
(and there will be a party.)
before september…
i will be around an open fire with faces i love.
during september.
well no one knows.
no one knows any of this really.
but right now.
i miss you.
fact.
x
a little bird once shared tears with me in a melbourne laneway. it was not long ago.
an encounter in this city which felt to brief … though filled with vinyl, and red, and festival dancing, and realisations that soft nights in had slowly crept over the party. just a little bit.
so i ask you, where did you go kishi bari? melbourne had a little teaser, and then boom! she’s gone.
the other little blue bird put on her heels with her head held high. immersed in a town hall of wonder, nice, strange and crazy things, a new york savings plan in underway.
as the clocks creep foward and the dark seeps, winter boots and glorious jackets grace the streets. a new nest is settled in carlton … soon to be filled with warmth, a plethora of dinner parties and hopefully too much mulled wine.
..and i will come to brooklyn and tell you stories.
if you click on this rare picture of the bluebirds together you will hear the most beautiful music, the perfect if not epic introduction to winter. i saw them last year at the forum and they blew me away. not away to nyc, but away all the same.
love you
x
Hello?
Where did you go?
What happened?
Were you a dream?
One moment we were snuggled up in blankets on the couch listening to your Mum’s Grand Funk Railroad record and to Joe Cocker… and then the next you were gone…
This record has been a regular on my player, the song’s for you.
Come back…. Come back to me please….
Daydreaming… Reminiscing.. Counting down the few mornings that are left before I see your beautiful face again. The first time in two years.
I have presents for you. I have stories to tell. I have tears to share and I have time to listen..
We have red wine to pour…. And drink. Records to listen to. Adventures to embark on and Maz style mischief to cause.
These waiting days are the longest. I will fill them with packing my bags, dancing in my bedroom, making presents for my favourites and watching & listening to Endless Boogie make their new record. Dive into the image to hear what they sound like.
They’ll be playing at Golden Plains too!
I will smooch your face next week! xxx
more water, less gin? no no sorry that’s wrong. more water with gin? no, no wrong again.
more gin-less water.
nope.
ahhh more gin less water. yeah, that’s it.
more gin less water.
and this song.
x
About to embark on Adventures!
Adventures with camera!
Adventures with Cowboy boots!
Adventures dancing!
Adventures on the road!
Adventures on a plane!
Adventures to Canada!
Adventures in Australia!
Adventures with tequila!
And Adventures with the spirit of Elmore James!
things i”ll claim, just now.
it is not very often that a remix is better than the original. you may think so on first listen, but you will go back to the original. this doesn’t necessarily apply to covers….however, this is a good topic for a debate.
always have fresh flowers somewhere in the house.
say yes to bloody marys at breakfast. everytime. when someone says “maybe we should have a bloody mary,” don’t hesitate. because if you do, you’ll see theirs come out and want one. but the good ones take a while to make. so then you’ll order one and by the time you get yours their on the next one. timings all wrong. sunday’s out of whack.
boys love barbecue shapes. don’t put them in bowls at parties, or any of the time. because then they can’t get all the red stuff from the bottom of the bag. it upsets them.
the cure are better than the smiths.
just cause you can’t remember, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
cabbage is underrated.
the heart tends to take over the head. this is a good thing. most times. no should or should not. this can make for some absolute adventure, passion, wander, trouble. hurt. but it’s usually worth it.
in the air tonight sounds much better on vinyl.
say no to things that hurt your spirit. and dive into the things that make it dance. don’t stop dancing
festivals will always be fun.
i’ll see you soon.
click on the roses, it’s dancing for you
x
The last two years seem to have flown right by. I have been caught up in this immense blizzard of action and activity of people, photos, music and work. It’s like this all powerful whirlpool where the puzzle pieces of your life are collected as they cling to you when you spin by.
I do wonder if it will ever stop long enough for me to try and place the pieces together, or will I just keep picking them up at random in hopes that they might just eventually all fall into place?
But it is now six weeks (and counting) until I fly back home for the first time in those two years. I will see my Mum, Dad, sister and family. I will see Rhiannon, Tim and the kids. I will see Christian’s new house and his new puppy. I will meet Scott and Jessie’s two kids for the first time. I will sit at Dexter with no Luke. I will see my childhood home with another family living in it. I will see my Dad turn 60 and I will see your face.
I will also get to introduce a very large part of my Brooklyn life to my Melbourne life whilst I am there. Mr Charles Bradley, Tom, Mike & Caito will be also be in town for a brief couple of shows and at Golden Plains. I am very much looking forward to you meeting CB. He is magical. Just listen to him…. and that’s only the beginning.
