I had a day off work… This is what it resulted in…
Source: SoundCloud / James-Robert-312 months ago
As I near the end of my monthly winter journey in Tasmania I have learnt a lot. There’s nothing like the closets of friends and there’s nothing like watching those friends flourish in the art they create that is sooo breath taking. I have seen Bands / Musicians down here over the last 3 weeks that are so nostalgic, emotional and and just damn right amazing. If you haven’t done so yet then please check out:
Lincoln Le Fevre
Seth David & The Beautiful Chains
Christopher Coleman Collective
The Dark Matter of Storytelling
Sam Cole & The Mornings
Jed Appleton (the most amazing 16 year old soloist i have ever seen)
Ben Wells & The Middles names
Carly Fern
Ali Probin
Tane Emia-Moore’
and The Sketches
Every one of these acts have separately provoked a different emotion in me that I can’t explain and you won’t understand till you have experienced their music. From the beautifully quirky pop feel from the sketches to an emotional roller coaster ride from the christopher coleman collective.
Tasmania’s music scene is one of the most poetically natural music entities I have ever experienced and I feel so blessed to have derived from and be connected to it in the way that I am. I’ve seen the best of pub gigs, the most calming of buskers and the biggest of theater gigs whilst being here and it has all been such an inspiration.
If you get the chance please come experience these artists because you WILL NOT regret it.
1 year ago
To my friends and family, I’ll be using this blog as an outlet to share my raw ideas of demos, lyrics and videos from all projects I’m in for the foreseeable future.
I start off with a new demo and it’s lyrics. Mr Bart Mangan and I recorded in his bed room this evening. A brilliant friend, house mate and quite the new audio engineer he is.
Hope you enjoy and cheers Bart!
1 year ago
Waiting at stop
And those trees, they’re pouring
The colours of morning down town
His broken plastic watch
Tells the story of the candle light hiding
under ground…
And this sun rise
the highest debt we owe
the highest debt we owe alright?
The sun rise
the highest debt we owe
the highest debt we know alright?
This colour of my skin
as i’m hiding in
your gentle whisper
This cage that i’ve locked
To prison struggle and loss
And I’m screaming out to you…
And to paint in his last step
From a breathing horizon
He’s leaving a flower
By his night gown…
This colour of my skin
as i’m hiding in
your gentle whisper
This cage that i’ve locked
To prison struggle and loss
And I’m screaming out to you…
