greetings, gentle listeners.... old sarge....guitar, musical alchemy, tune and wordsmithery....making the most of my meagre talent, hahahahaaaaa.... :)) "I've invented a new genre....this is what I call '(can't and won't) dance music'....why? why not...." :)) this '(can't and won't) dance music' encompasses a bunch of other genres, namely and often simultaneously (though not exclusively and, in no particular order).... industrial....idm....drone....shoegaze....indie....soundtracks/cinematic/film music....dark ambient....you know, I just throw sounds I like at the wall and see what sticks.... :)) I have profiles at myspace, reverbnation, acidplanet.com and, if you really insist, facebook....and at a bunch of other sites, here, there and everywhere, last.fm, jango.com, etc, etc....there's links over there to your right....or google 'listentooldsargemusic'.... you can listen to all my stuff on the reverbnation player,...
an indifferent old man on the passing of the monarch an old woman is dead she died alone cold starving in poverty and in pain grieved by no one an unmarked grave the cats having eaten her face food banks energy price caps war induced economic crash the world continues to spin nothing to see here let’s move on the bbc reporter talks of rainbows the nation stops in the rain collectively cries out in pain… do we get the day off…again? I hug my teenage daughter in her sex pistols t-shirt and put the cd on again… god save the queen there’s no future and england’s dreaming we love our queen god saves an old woman is dead didn’t die alone cold starving in poverty or in pain grieved by her family a state funeral but enough of the reverential tones black ties and doffed caps flags at half mast the world continues to spin nothing to see here let’s move on the bbc reporter talks of rainbows the nation stops in the rain collectively cries out in pain… do we get the day off…again? I hug my teenage ...
my tattoo in my own misguided way I choose to express my individuality to honour the things I love by not etching images and spurious text cod philosophy and raison d’etre into my aged and sagging flesh fin
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