Tag Archives: Musing

It’s always personal

I’m going to ramble for a bit. You see, I’ve avoided updating recently because I was afraid things would just get too personal. It’s not like I don’t have ultimate control over what I post here, but in a way I feel like I’m still finding where I’ll be taking this site.

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When 80s Punk hypnotised me

Admittedly I was a bit too young for 80s punk the first time around. That didn’t stop me falling in love with the whole concept when I was in my teens. Back then I’d have never owned up to the fact that what first snared me was the photos. You see, I was young, I was trying to fit in and I was in a band. We were doing it for the music. Or so I told everyone. Now, I can’t lie, I idolised the music and still do to a certain extent. Big Black, Sonic Youth, Fugazi, Minutemen, Talking Heads, New York Dolls, Black Flag, Minor Threat… the list could go on and on. I’m not here to list my early music influences, though…

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everything has a beginning

So here it is… beginnings are very often awkward; whether it is a new friendship or the start of a project which will lead to greater things. To break the proverbial ice I am starting the beginning with a end. My life long love of Polaroid is clearly coming to an end* and so the end of this era will be melancholy to say the least, however, that doesn’t mean I can’t make it beautiful.

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