This is a cheeky short story I wrote. Fact is, it’s probably true for someone. One of the sad, attention-starved Tumblr souls. Here it is.
Capture
Hours. He sat there for hours. Though his pupils shrank against the harsh blare of the artificial light, he carried on, scrolling feverishly.
Every…
(via onlinegabble)
I used to write about
things like clouds, and rumbles
and all that ominous,
epic palava. Now I don’t really write
unless the fit strikes me.It was all hyperbole,
pseudo-epigrammatic paroxysms
and long words. Guess what, I say
these days, guess what,
I’m better than that.But the blossoming…
(via onlinegabble)
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Keith Richards - Life (Documentary) Part 1
This is the first part of the documentary which is split into six parts on Youtube. It’s based loosely on the book, with some clueless, interrupt-ass interviewer chucking various questions at Keith. Don’t let him put you off though, ‘cause Keith is just as awesome as ever. Coolest man on the planet. Couple of great insights from Bobby Keys as well haha. Enjoy.
but again…a healthy brew of words, like. Have a goose.
Redolent Rabble
I am held in a vice, carried by the
masses, between the men
and the mice toward judgement
and trial, penned in by the clean, the gorging,
the vile and a mole
whispers sin into
my tonic and gin. It’s not enough
to be brave, to be granted a
reprieve, a grave
among the hallowed and the famed,
for the toothless and tame
who feast on contempt
are the first the accuse, the last to repent
and worst to refuse. On one side
the artists
who live with the barmiest gifts,
on the other the browsers
who have
little to give. In the middle
is me, trapped by
this yawning electricity,
prevented from emerging by the
tat of the surging,
bubbling babble
of this complacent, redolent rabble.
(C) James Mcloughlin 03/03/2011
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The Rolling Stones - You Don’t Have to Mean It.
That’s enough reblogging for now. Here’s a great Keith tune from ‘Bridges…’, really into his reggae stage and at the point where he and Mick were basically cutting separate albums (there’s three Keef cuts on this album!). This ain’t one of their better records; in fact it’s mostly pretty forgettable - not something often said about the Stones. But this is a corker, Keef’s familiar mix of gravel/falsetto really shining through, great song. Check out ‘Thief in the Night’ as well, also from this album. Pretty much all of his solo stuff is fantastic too, but that goes without saying ha! Enjoy.
Unff…Keef…stop it, babe.
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