Official Blog of Andy N - author of books such as 'The End of Summer' and 'Birth of Autumn', co-host of Spoken Word night 'Speak Easy', ambient musician with Ocean in a Bottle and Podcast host of Spoken Label and Reading in Bed among others
Monday, 28 July 2014
Ocean in a Bottle - Nights of Nuclear Remorse (Demo Version) from the upcoming Alex EP
Sorry for the quietness guys but have been busy recording a new EP under my new band's name 'Ocean in a Bottle' which is a mostly instrumental Piano project in the vein of Nils Fraham and Olfaur Arnalds called 'Alex' EP which will be released on 14 August 2014.
A out-take or version if you like of the last track 'Nights of Nuclear Remorse' can be heard here at https://soundcloud.com/andynpoet/ocean-in-a-bottle-nights-of-nuclear-remorse-out-take
This will give you a idea of the way the EP is going (This is not the finished track).
Alex for those interested and for who this EP is wrote for is a friend of mine, Alex Humphrey is a friend of mine who went missing in Panama on 14 August 2009 and has never been seen since.
More details can be read at http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/alex-humphrey-stockport-missing-panama-7342930
and also on the facebook group Find Alex Humphrey https://www.facebook.com/groups/126108175597/?fref=ts
The EP will be a free download also.
Sunday, 20 July 2014
Exile (New Poem)
Last night I dreamt
Of the dark alleyways
Leading to the Sands
And the black bags
Getting pushed around
Outside in the wind
Like a circular sleeping bag
Than a photographic reflection,
Of the dark alleyways
Leading to the Sands
And the black bags
Getting pushed around
Outside in the wind
Like a circular sleeping bag
Than a photographic reflection,
Singing through the windows
Of half torn memories
Of a delayed youth
That hung on the edge
Of the Old Arndale
Where we used to go dancing
In mops of blonde perms
And watered down lager,
Of half torn memories
Of a delayed youth
That hung on the edge
Of the Old Arndale
Where we used to go dancing
In mops of blonde perms
And watered down lager,
Strangling our roots
Over noir-ish lights
Where bad 80’s pop
Hovered nervously
Hand in hand
With 60’s motown
Most of which
We had never heard off
Over noir-ish lights
Where bad 80’s pop
Hovered nervously
Hand in hand
With 60’s motown
Most of which
We had never heard off
Swinging emptily
In memories
Half perturbured in the light
In memories
Half perturbured in the light
Tied up in reef knots
Of emotion
Of emotion
Standing in disenchanted shadows
Looming near
We once kept
A nervous watch
Constantly watching our backs
Every time something
Came on we liked.
Looming near
We once kept
A nervous watch
Constantly watching our backs
Every time something
Came on we liked.
(The Sands was a nightclub in Stretford on the corner of Stretford Mall or Arndale if you like)
Sunday, 13 July 2014
true story in Hayshem near Morecambe yesterday
True Story.. Just back from Hayshem near Morecambe after
been away for a few days with my friend, Russell. Yesterday after a long, long
walk down Half Moon Bay which I will full recommend for a epic walk, me and
Russell did a 4 mile walk and I simply over did it (perks of being diabetic) totally
did me in.
Russell was great and went and got his car as he could see
how exhausted I was and the twenty or so minutes I had to wait for him was
daunting and worrying as I haven’t faced this kind of exhaustion before which
suffering from Diabetes.
Out of nowhere, within seconds of Russell going, this young
lady below appeared out of nowhere and stopped me worrying about been over
exhausted until Russell returned by constantly rubbing herself against me and
purring.
One thing I learnt from this was no matter what happens to
me in the future is the fact I will always have a cat living with me as this
young lady probably stopped from totally stressing myself out.
Also total respect to Russell for going to get his car
for me in the first place here.
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