legs eleven

i'm pleased that I keep posting, so far. it's a few days, but it's a start.
today has been hard, emotionally. and I sometimes feel like life just keeps throwing things at me so I can't get my head together to sort anything else out but the drama.
but i did write a bit of music today, and i did write to a guitarist and ask him to play with me, and I did sort out going to an open mic night in a couple of weeks, so...
i think the next step is for me to get a song finished, i'm always only allocating enough time to get half a song done - maybe I need a whole Sunday to myself. maybe next Sunday I can get Eyes to collaborate / help.
Anyway - photo of the day is this one:

and not because it's especially creative, as I figured if I got close enough for the photo I wanted I would have been thrown out of Trafalgar Square. But - that is an amazing statue that I have walked past a hundred times, and it is beautiful - look at the sharks at his back, amazing. and also I shot a video of it - that's here.

I have another video to share. This lady's legs were mesmerising against the wet pavements so I whipped out the iPhone - and I found it fitted nicely with the half a song I wrote today. So. yeah - i'll post it:

 

xx

clipped

I have a video, today. As opposed to an image. 

Hipstamatic issued a new app called Cinamatic to produce short square clips, it's pretty nifty, very simple, it has one filter I really like so far, but with the option to buy more, just like Hipsta.

So here's the best clip I shot today:

Trying to persevere here and get something up here as often as possible. I'm always collecting evidence, just want to set a little more time aside than I have on a weekday and make something a little more combined - music/film/words. keeping on keeping on.

edit: I suppose it's good that I also always have to find a photo for the post so that an image appears on the home page. so here also is a photo:

this is a picture I took sitting next to Eyes during a day of self-congratulatory coffee drinking festival attending. it's my kind of picture. the lit blue lamp, the little sliver of giveaway tent, the cable line leading you in or out of the image, and the emptiness - when all around me were drunk & overly tanned people in this year's 'Cosmo says what you ought to wear to a festival garb'. :) 

and I only say that for effect, it was a pleasant day out. Look at the sky!

song of the day: Roscoe by Midlake, think I listened to this at least 100 times today

mish mash

because I heard something interesting today I felt I had to post. although it's been a full on day at work so I haven't photographed or filmed anything. so i'm going to post a picture of the yellow fields I passed on the weekend on my way to Leeds, just gorgeous:

So - on that interesting thing - a nice young man called Tom said to me today (as I sneezed in his general direction) that the pollen count in London is higher than ever, and that even people who don't normally suffer could be affected. Again, it's difficult to know where one picks up these tidbits, but it felt immediately like something for the blog.
Here's the 5 day pollen forecast for Milwall FC: http://bit.ly/1njPFMT

Song of the day. I'm So Afraid by Fleetwood Mac:

I was 7 months shy of being born when this was filmed. Love this band.

making a start

today I thought - wow - I learn so many interesting things. most days someone teaches me something new, so I felt like putting that here, on a blog.
what I am also hoping to do, is gingerly begin to share some of my creative ideas too. I had grand thoughts of making a film a day and so on, but I'm just going to make a start right now and see where we go.
So - this evening I went to a residents meeting in this beautiful church in Lorrimore Square. The sky was incredible as I was driving over - the light was shining behind the clouds from low in the sky and creating a dramatic contrast between the blue and the white.
In Croydon this afternoon I learned that the interesting facts being shared with me were unfortunately untrue, which is a shame. The proposition was that neither yorkshire puddings nor battered fish originate in the UK, however I couldn't find a decent source online to verify or refute. But it was a fun conversation all the same.
A fact that did turn out to be both true, and fascinating, redeemed the chap, who also told us that Pocahontas died just off the coast of Gravesend.
I love Gravesend, it is just the right sort of strange, and I must visit again some day.
In other news - song of the day comes from Jamie Cullum's show, which I caught on my drive back from Croydon earlier.
I give you Roberta Flack singing Compared To What.
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