I’ve been blogging for a while on Tumblr about the songs I write and the life I’ve led…..I’m on a creative journey which may have reached a fork in the road. Thanks to WordPress I can carry on in both directions, and maybe meet new people on the way. Initially I want to see who and what is out there on wordpress….. so feedback is very welcome!
I’ve no idea what the WordPress experience will entail, except for a little smiley saying “no activity yet” ….which is going to change any minute now!
and it just has……time to figure out the options….Ok let’s try fonts. Not much doing there.
Links! ha, now I can send you off to look at my website, see you later!
Word count 123. Am I talking too much?
Path p. Path p? they didnt have that on tumblr. All in good time.
Image! Quote! Gallery! I haven’t even had breakfast yet.
Why does it say “The Cat’s Pyjamas” on the preview of this blog?
Fast Cars and Jack Daniels – the story behind the song….
Sounds clichéd , butthe inspiration really did come to me in a dream.
A girl was playing a video game in a dark sleazy bar. With typical dream logic, the other drinkers were simultaneously the characters in the game. They were NOT nice people. She knew she’d lose. She was destined to play victim. The game was pre-programmed. She was mourning her future before she’d even got there.
“And I will pay, pay, pay for the punishment that is to come”
Woke up with a feeling of desolation and the song followed within a few days. The dream’s message ? Throughout a one-track pursuit of all things exciting, shiny and dangerous, deep down I knew it would all go pearshaped and that none of the fun came without a price tag…..
“Don’t know where, and I don’t know when…but I know just how this story’s gonna end….
I was 18 years old, preparing to go to a party. And learning how to cook. Before leaving, I ate some home-made soup. The main ingredient? Parsnips. Bad move. From nine till late o’clock I was drinking God knows what. Chased down with a generous measure of Scotch. Not rocket science to figure out what happened to my stomach. Since that night I’ve treated parsnips with caution, and the taste of even the finest, Glenwhatever 12 Year single malt carries a faint warning note. But Jack Daniels was never a problem. For my digestion anyway.