Day: April 7, 2013

10 Questions, Keep Art Alive, Keep Art Alive 10 Questions Project, live music, Music1 Comment

John Easdale of Dramarama :: Keep Art Alive

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Keep Art Alive :: The 10 Questions Project :: Featuring John Easdale of Dramarama 1. What music (or other art form) inspires you when you create your art? Life…it’s not an art form, but almost everything I’ve written has come from observations, experiences and/or emotions… All music inspires me…since early childhood and to the present day. 2. Long distance road trip: what three people do you invite along (fictional or non-fictional, dead or alive)?  My mother (dead) OR My best friend Greg (also dead) OR My wife and 2 oldest daughters, Melody & Heather (all still living) But I wouldn’t want all of us … Continue reading John Easdale of Dramarama :: Keep Art Alive

Lyrical discord, lyrics, Music, Prose, Song of the Day, Writings1 Comment

Reminds my heat what love can yield :: song of the day

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“Paper paper obsolete, how will you reach out to me? I thought you’d ask me not to leave.” With each breath we change, we move, we disrupt the day before. Tucked in all of that – somewhere – is the truth. Perhaps we find it in the wet streets that slick and shine just after a hard rain. Or, maybe in the lyrics of a song, the way someone else’s heart can mimic our own. Or, is it in the quiet moments, when there are no other voices, no other sounds. In the silence we find blank sheets of paper, … Continue reading Reminds my heat what love can yield :: song of the day

Cover Songs, Lyrical discord, lyrics, Music, Under the Covers Sunday4 Comments

He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar :: Under the covers

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Ziggy Stardust :: Bauhaus “Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo, The kids were just crass, he was the nazz, with god given ass.” This used to be one of my favorites to dance to at Helter Skelter, skulking and spinning on the dance floor. I remember twirling around you, tracing the outline of your parting lips, and your arm wrapping around me, pulling me close, secret whispers in my ear. You enraptured me. Today I listen to it and see both a memory, and a story, forming behind my eyes, perhaps to be written on another … Continue reading He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar :: Under the covers