I heard something by this artist recently in Cafe 1001. I can't hear what this clip sounds like, woes of being in work and blogging. Anyways, I'm hoping this is what I heard because it was amazingggggg.
Could always be this one too.
Showing posts with label techno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label techno. Show all posts
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
"why are you sleeping?!"
Wake up.
Head adjusts... 'oh i'm horizontal and that dream wasn't real'
Time? 7.36am
Phew, a natural wake up today- should be ready for 5am start tomorrow.
Sun, birds (techno bird is about- the best one)
I tweet along with cup of tea in hand, scanning endless internet pages for research, inspiration (reading the news & blogs now seems like some sort of artistic gump)
Tummy rumbles and I start to imagine what to have for my favourite meal of the day.
and this. is. heaven.
Head adjusts... 'oh i'm horizontal and that dream wasn't real'
Time? 7.36am
Phew, a natural wake up today- should be ready for 5am start tomorrow.
Sun, birds (techno bird is about- the best one)
I tweet along with cup of tea in hand, scanning endless internet pages for research, inspiration (reading the news & blogs now seems like some sort of artistic gump)
Tummy rumbles and I start to imagine what to have for my favourite meal of the day.
and this. is. heaven.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Sync
Creative writing session four at 2pm today.
My stupid self is saying stay in bed and avoid it because you can't work out how you feel.
Fuck that.
I'm going to pull my ass out of bed at 12. Get showered, dressed, play some music and feel the fresh ice air on the way to Liverpool Street Station. I haven't bothered writing anything this week for today, even though I suggested I may last week. I've got a battle going on with how much personal writing I really want to make. Of course, all writing is personal, but those in the course might not realise I'm writing because it helps me deal with a lot of things. So, clearly I am avoiding being judged, a fear, I'm avoiding a fear but really I'm feeling fear by avoiding writing! Div.
I'm also craving something I shouldn't have because I'm so RUBBISH at getting things out. There have been studies where drug substances help post traumatic stress disorder for those back from army trips, to let out their experience and fears. A way to induce the trapped. I think that seems to be my issue, there is always something in my head going 'arghhhh la la la I want to get out and go rarrrrrr' but it never really gets out properly. Silly self. I do my head in. There's always some sort of mad energy in me which is quite indescribable and awesome and kind of inhibiting too. It's almost like your brain doesn't ever shut up and everything you see there is a process where your brain connects and registers and updates you on everything whether it's a memory, an acknowledgement or counting particular objects. Just fast fast fast all the time. I think for me, that's why music and dancing, well they don't mellow it out, they just sync with it and it all makes sense. It's like a POW and done. I'm complete. It's what writing feels too and I've not had this feeling about anything ever in my whole life. An inhibitor making sense. Tooshay.
My stupid self is saying stay in bed and avoid it because you can't work out how you feel.
Fuck that.
I'm going to pull my ass out of bed at 12. Get showered, dressed, play some music and feel the fresh ice air on the way to Liverpool Street Station. I haven't bothered writing anything this week for today, even though I suggested I may last week. I've got a battle going on with how much personal writing I really want to make. Of course, all writing is personal, but those in the course might not realise I'm writing because it helps me deal with a lot of things. So, clearly I am avoiding being judged, a fear, I'm avoiding a fear but really I'm feeling fear by avoiding writing! Div.
I'm also craving something I shouldn't have because I'm so RUBBISH at getting things out. There have been studies where drug substances help post traumatic stress disorder for those back from army trips, to let out their experience and fears. A way to induce the trapped. I think that seems to be my issue, there is always something in my head going 'arghhhh la la la I want to get out and go rarrrrrr' but it never really gets out properly. Silly self. I do my head in. There's always some sort of mad energy in me which is quite indescribable and awesome and kind of inhibiting too. It's almost like your brain doesn't ever shut up and everything you see there is a process where your brain connects and registers and updates you on everything whether it's a memory, an acknowledgement or counting particular objects. Just fast fast fast all the time. I think for me, that's why music and dancing, well they don't mellow it out, they just sync with it and it all makes sense. It's like a POW and done. I'm complete. It's what writing feels too and I've not had this feeling about anything ever in my whole life. An inhibitor making sense. Tooshay.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Too much thinking
about thinking feeling drinking. Done.
This beat just came on and made a lot of sense because I can see you In a one night stand up, fool around in a room so small.
This beat just came on and made a lot of sense because I can see you In a one night stand up, fool around in a room so small.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
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