A Joanna Newsom cover recorded on my slightly out-of-tune old piano…
a tour of ‘the blue door’
Here is a quick peek round the little room where I spend most of my time…
as.if.i.am
When I lived in San Francisco back in 1999 I communicated with a group of close friends via haiku and posted them to a website I ran called http://as.if.i.am… this by they…
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10:36 GMT -08:00 17/8/99 robin g
nicotine stained eyes
survey the crude neon
back on the road
happy meal
hypocrisy on a plate
i need more ketchup
tick tick
tick
tick tick tick
19:38 GMT 13/8/99 hannah w
yellow plastic wire
outside the raindrop window
cold custard slices
10:32 GMT -010:00 11/8/99 robin g
another misty morning
so fast and numb
the tea bag burst
the moment was
captured in a couple of
syl la bles
rotating fan
moves the air around me
where too next?
missed the eclipse
closed my eyes
wow
13:16 GMT -05:00 3/8/99 brian
i saw her sitting
under sodium lights that
could not hide her eyes
04:06 GMT -08:00 30/7/99 susie t
motorized wheelchair
careening paraplegic
ran right over me
18:03 GMT -08:00 26/7/99 robin g
pieces of purple
couldn’t face monday morning
kamikaze cup
cars cars cars cars cars
cars cars cars cars cars cars cars
watch the smoke rising
23:46 GMT 22/7/99 mark s
sun is shining
birds are singing
shit, there’s a tank
08:36 GMT 21/7/99 hannah w
sit on the pavement
people stare as they rush by
an outsider now.
09:39 GMT +08:00 21/7/99 robin g
head up, eyes wide shut
brain going boom boom boom boom
no doughnuts for you
english breakfast tea
(the way englishmen like it)
what a load of shit
14:52 GMT +01:00 21/7/99 david h
lost in the pictures
colouring in was boring
i wanted to paint
15:208 GMT -08:00 20/7/99 susie t
sun is shining
clock is ticking on the wall
voices in my head
boot up and turn on
world wide web superhighway
i’m strapped in and wired
i kiss you goodnight
lights out and i go to sleep
sunrise you are gone
10:08 GMT -08:00 19/7/99 robin g
some fluff on my shirt.
i did not notice it yesterday,
where did it come from?
lovely purple cup…..
but no english tea bags.
another still life.
tall shiny metal.
electric shock door handle.
in need of gloves.
11:37 GMT 16/7/99 hannah w
– i cannot stop counting syllables now (10)
haikus for robin
going to be boring as
I lack imagination
Happy and cheerful
Cheerful and happy and bright
Sitting at a screen
10:29 GMT -08:00 16/7/99 robin g
the city below.
view from leafy balcony
a grey morning mist
another week gone
and another week ahead
when will it be now?
12:45 GMT 16/7/99 david h
thanks, i enjoyed it
in a more than cliched way.
keep up the haikus.
writing my first one
a rather sensitive ten,
i couldn’t quite get the hang of it!
1:06 GMT -08:00 15/7/99 robin g
could be anywhere,
outside it’s america.
have a nice day, y’all.
how happy he looks
laughing listlessly alone.
give that man a dime.
chocolate brownie.
pick the crumbs off the wrapper,
lots of E numbers.
sitting at my square desk
surrounded by beige plastic.
think nothing of it.
stoked acoustic photos
the new website is live
After a few days of geeking out, I have now put my nice shiny new website online, to go with my nice shiny new album. Please let me know if it plays up on any of your computers.
I have uploaded and will continue to upload stuff from the old site and various other nooks and crannies.
I am kinda excited about finally having all my lyrics, poems, and other stuff in one place – mainly so I don’t lose them and can find them quickly when needed.
The site has been built using wordpress which I knew nothing about until three days ago but have been hugely impressed with and would recommend. Do take a peek if you are into knowing about that kind of stuff.
the suitor’s ballyhoo
Tell me do you see me as you close your eyes at night;
Painted on your eyelids as you’re turning out the light?
Your voice spins in my mind – it’s been wearing through the grooves.
We’ve been intimately distant and I still don’t get the rules.
I want you, girl
Last week I wrote a letter now I’m rereading it through.
I wasted all those fancy words – I just meant “I love you”.
So forgive my confusion, dear, won’t you understand,
That sometimes knowing what to say slips right out of my hands.
I’ve never met a mind so fancy free as yours before,
I was busy at the books, while you were danced by the door.
And somewhere in the middle there is love and common ground,
So I sweep away the leaves and we can keep dancing about.
I lie here playing out the scene a hundred million times,
What you will be wearing and the beauty in your eyes.
There’s no time like the present so I’m reaching for the phone
But you’ve never cared for mornings and there’s places I should go
The horses left with elvis and they rode into the sun,
Two dots on the horizon, strained my eyes and they were gone.
It’s been a torrid day, I’ve been waiting for your call
Sometimes I more than wonder if you care for me at all,
As I walk on Church Street the last light fades away
It’s getting darker early now and winters on the way.
Something’s gotten missing, the puzzle is upside down.
The Guinness didn’t clear my head it just brought on the clouds.
The moon it whispered in my ear and kept me from my dreams.
The silhouettes around my room are never what they seem.
‘You and me’ or ‘me and you’ said either way around,
Would surely make such sense in this cold unforgiving town.
I love you, girl.