“It’s only been month. And I know everything is always a month. I am beat. She is beat. And navigating this while I navigate me while I navigate her while she navigates him, thinking of myself seems an N’th degree selfish..”
“Yesterday I hit the hay hard. I was tired in a way that was everything…”
Longer than usual, all spoilt for choice, packed fulla beautiful musical beans… and crafted into a playlist as always. Enjoy the flow. Enjoy the music. Enjoy the ride. This the best of February’s submissions…
“If this ain’t the best way to kick off this year’s noise then go back to your pram and your toys because Mumma, we’re spittin’ the rattle. It’s the rattle of new rock n’roll…”
“So here we are now in ’23 with the yet to land LP ‘New York City’. All the mess and the pump’s back in style…”
“So for drugs, booze and debauchery blues, all pumped out in squalor and speed, here comes all the above in abundance…”
So are these unreasonable expectations? Or are they aspects of self-care and wellbeing that any half healthy mind might just chew through?
It looks simple on paper I know. Maths so easy it’s hard to get wrong. But uphill’s so much tougher than down when it’s steep and I’m more scared of slipping than heights.
“We’re just two singles in and the metaphors are settling. And amongst them, a fine voice is finding its feet in a hunt for a centre and soul…”
Maybe there’s a good time and place to fuck up, I was lucky to fuck up there and then. But there’s no luck in finding a good time to talk. Lesson learnt: Always open up sooner.
Rats on the Run 