This is Not Attractive

Basically I am an obssessive thinker. I get obsessed especially by people. I find certain people fascinating and I feel a very deep need to get to know them, to love them and be loved by them. This person becomes my muse, my obsession, my problem, my ecstasy and source of light as well as darkness.  I have a deep need to communicate, and this sometimes is difficult because I often find that I spend a lot of time on my own . It is very easy for my relationships to become intense quite quickly because I am passionate and feel things with particular vividness. I fall in love too easily for my own good. Sometimes I think Id fall for anyone Id spend enough time with who wasn't totally hideous or nasty to me. I just find people so amazing. Everyone is a puzzle to understand. Everyone is a world, separate from others , and to communicate we need to find bridges that can connect us together. But there is no real possibility to fully be able to connect at all levels... always or even very o...

A change of pace is occurring. There's a few shows coming up and I am in the process of organizing more and more gigs here in Edinburgh and in Italy. Basically I will be setting up an acoustic singer song writer's night with the best Edinburgh musicians so that there is an outlet for people like me for showcasing their songs. I will also be singing in random open mic nights all over town on a regular basis as well as playing paid gigs in local bars and restaurants. The life of a musician is hard work! I am also recording a few songs all over the place, with collaborators and alone so stay tuned for future releases of Italian tracks as well as tracks with Mjuk , Graham Spence and Amy Davidson. The nights are getting longer and the light dimmer. This is the right time to put seeds underground so they may spring forth next year....

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Writing on a beautifully cloudy autumn afternoon in my flat in Edinburgh, listening to Portishead with the cat on my lap... kitty Samhein is happy and that is good because it means she's not going to bite me.  These have been busy days,  with Samhuinn just over, Italy behind me, and new projects just starting. At the moment I am waiting to hear from Arjen Schippers from the Mjuk Project so I can post our latest song "The eyes of a stranger" (which is dedicated to Ben Fyfe from Aberdeen met at the mighty Kaledoiscope festival) on our facebook page... I also am trying to finalise some new collaborations with Graham Spence from Newcastle, Amy from New Zealand , Jeannette Gray and Emily Hoddo from the UK and trying to fix dates for gigs with local artists Caro Bridges, Rob Sproul Can and Jason Tyrone... as well as  a tour in January in Italy with  James Wynne.... busy busy indeed. I also am trying to record and mix the new Italian Album , which is going rather slow due ...

These are the new songs from the new album. Some in English some in Italian... Da me  A me Seduta li sul portico deserto guardi fuori e senti assalirti una tristezza assai invadente e mentre scende la malinconia senza ragione sai che e' la delusione di questo mondo decadente... ti dico che dovresti non pensare che alle rose ed apprezzare tutte quelle cose sempre belle che restano aldila' di tutto cio' che e' sempre umano come le gocce di rugiada sulla pelle... e invece vedi tutto cio' che manca in questo mondo che ti rende stanca... Vorrei poter volare via come un anima senz'ali confonderci nel vento e non pensare piu' al domani ascoltami mia amica il tuo sforzo e' sempre uguale che ti renda felice o ti lasci annegare  questo vuoto che tu senti lo hai creato facilmente e' un brutto vizio della tua mente Vorrei poter potarti via... ----------------- And I do I wake up  and I see trees barren  leaning out of winter I wake up  from a bad drea...

A crazy pyscho serial killer type man blindfolds an entire family and binds them with ropes to the seats of a car. Then he forces the driver to drive down the road. He knows they are all going to die. He likes to experience the terror on their face. Just when the entire company is about to crash he jumps out the window and miraculously survives. At this point, witness to the scene, enraged, I go towards him and shoot him several times. After several shots he finally dies too, except for his leg, which somehow comes to life and starts hopping around by itself (detached from the rest of the body) in the blood-filled street. Yehi!

There are people out there, people I don't know , who have listened to some of my music and have left messages about it for me. Some mornings I have woken up to some of these messages and they have changed the way I looked at the day and even at my life. Lately my life has been pretty hard, and I have had times of feeling low and despondent. I have had times when I doubted my resolve to think of myself as a recording artist and I have thought I perhaps should give up and stop believing anybody would be interested in my work. It is at such times that I would receive a message from someone which would make me understand that there are people out there that "my" music has somehow reached and in doing so I have not failed in my attempts to communicate. I say "my" music in brackets because although I composed it music isn't mine or anyone's. I think of myself as a conduit for something which doesn't belong to me or to anyone else. What I find exciting in ...