Wednesday, 31 October 2012

A Splattering of Reviews on this Samhain Eve


Due to the large volume of reviews I’ve been fortunate enough to be requested to do in recent months, it seems rather gratuitous to blog links to them all.  As such here’s a few links to some of the releases which I deemed particularly noteworthy.  SoundSphere much appreciates the clicks : )

First up local York lad Mark Wynn and his beautifully titled: 'James Dean Makes Me Insecure, Why Does He Have To Be So Shexy'

Next up - the first half of Stone Sour's new concept opus: 'House of Gold & Bones Pt.1'


And last and possibly not least, they're young, they're brash, they're headed for a bright future, We Are Carnivores released their first EP 'Carnival'.  The debut from the Hull mob certainly impressed my earballs.

As always do feel free to tell me just how wrong I am : D

Take it easy squeezy.

Monday, 29 October 2012

Of Leaf and Wing (for Dani and Col on this their special day)


What’s true of labyrinths is true of course
of love and memory – Jack Spicer

There’s a reason wings always come in pairs.
From raven humble to butterfly proud,
it takes a twin beat to fight back the air,
push against gravity, to dance with the clouds.
Life was a labyrinth for one lonely leaf,
her wild reds dulled to a shadow of fire,
it made stars quiver, it made willows weep.
Those days her song was a poltergeist choir.

But one day another, red as heart’s blood,
came rolling through gales ‘til they met with a kiss.
This day their stems became entwined for good,
the two red leaves hung together in bliss;
this day to be bound in love and in trust,
when “should you need me” became  “should you need

Us...”

Sunday, 28 October 2012

York 800 - Book and CD

Commissioned as part of the York 800 celebrations of 2012.

This anthology features work from some of the finest poets and storytellers in all the land (and me too), accompanied by photos and artwork chronicling the history of our fair city.


Both book and CD can be found at the link below.


Happy reading and scribbling folks : )

Friday, 19 October 2012

Friday, 12 October 2012

Sympathy for the Devil: The Cyclical World of Howard Marks

Soundsphere asked if I'd do a wee industry spotlight on Howard Marks for the AllSaints Basement Sessions.

Who, I ask you could turn down such a task? Not I says I - must be all that Welsh blood in my veins.
If anyone should care for a peek then just click here:

http://www.soundspheremag.com/spotlight/fashion/allsaints-spotlight-howard-marks/

Please to enjoy ; )

Monday, 1 October 2012

In Memory of James D. Quinton


Last month writer, editor, friend and boss James D. Quinton sadly took his own life.
Whilst a fuller tribute will be published once it becomes possible to articulate the loss in a comprehensible way, here is a short elegy in memory of James.

A beautiful tribute by Adrian Manning is available here:
http://www.concretemeatpress.co.uk/james%20quinton%20memorial.htm

My thoughts are with his family.  He will be greatly missed - a gifted man and one always willing to believe in others before himself.


Street Psalms (in memory of James D. Quinton)

‘the edge is there
I know it’s there
because it calls my name
and some days
I feel like running towards it...’ (from Seduction)

These streets will always be yours.
Dressed in a double-layer of cloud
the pearls of your fingertips mime a cigarette.

A four-walled world made boundless
by your imagination.  You’d strike out
into that borderland nightly

to beat out your exile in every step and word,
and return with the morning tapping stories
from your boots, scattering night-songs like sawdust

across the floor, the ineffable etched
into your face – another chance to paint
light onto the skin of light.  And yes,

had you been a canvas lost in Paris
in the early nineteenth century, Picasso
may have painted his greatest work on you.

You who would always push for the edge
and thought something of my nothings.
You who will never stop reminding us

that a whisky-tongued stranger
lighting the borders with a cigarette
will always have stories to teach us. 

by Steve Nash