Friends, Activity Partners

Jul 2005

Sacramento, Portland, London

Rough Trade, Faultline, Common Ground Wellness Center, To Japan

http://profiles.friendster.com/20103566

Acid, Record Players, Break Up's, Indie Book Stores

Singer,Writer

The Wo Man

Making Beautiful Sounds

The Wind-uP Bird Chronicle - Haruki Murakami

The Virgin Suicides, American Beauty, Garden State, Boogie Nights, Magnolia, Anchor Man!!!!

Air, Nina Simone, Aphex, Neil Young, Susuma Yokota, Faultline

Walking around central London high with my walkman

I spent the dark half of my lifetime praying to a record player
In those psychedelic hymns we made the violence disappear
And Mother Mary came to kiss me in the beats of Aphex Twin
Brian Wilson helped me hear that perfect harmony within

And at 16 years my home was burning to the ocean floor
So I jumped into a lifeboat and I headed for the shore.
I nearly drowned so many times in life I can rejoice
And I wrote 1000 shity songs while searching for my voice

But I finally got discovered by the guy that signed the Smiths
And he flew me out to London cause he thought he heard a Hit
he took me to the president of Warner Brothers Records
And I sang with demons in my ears that heckled and dismissed me
With those hell hounds snapping at my healsI signed myself a deal

I did coke inside a church with Jarvis Cocker on a table
and beside me at the bar was PJ Harvey in a halo
but I couldn't get the nerve to speak with them cause in my head,
I still felt like "common people" so I wrote a song Instead

I spent some hours with a dark skinned working girl from Southern Spain
and I cried inside her red-lit room but never got her name.
Cause I Felt I was a failure in my dark narcotic haze
so I slept with my confusion in a Youth hostel for days,
then one morning I say a light on the canal..
Life can get so fucked up but is still so beautiful some how!

I met my best friend Iain Archer in the line for Flaming Lips
That was the night when I awake and felt the music in my hips
There was a little boy that healed his Father from a mortal wound
in regret I wished I could have done that for my father too
with a gong my heart exploded like a cherry bomb all my sins
I felt myself disintegrate and be reborn again
In a yellow bloody Raincoat with a drumbeat in my chest
I confessed that I was scared but I still stood up and said - Yes!

People that want to stretch and reach for beautiful ideas
and celebrate sound and words and enjoy silence!