Seems I just can’t get enough of this place…
While this page will be left to gather dust I will be updating my art blog and website regularly (ok irregularly…let’s not kid ourselves) with personal pieces and other such nonsense. I’ve been told…on a regular basis…whether I have requested said opinion or not…that I don’t put my work out there enough and as I clearly continue to hold a blasé attitude towards self-promotion I cannot argue with such comments.
It really does feel unnatural so I’ll just put it out there for the artistically inclined, leave a trail should anyone wish to follow. Tumblr is already pretty convoluted with creativity and second hand ideas but please do drop by and if it’s to your liking than poke your nose around from time to time.
Elsewhere adventures beckon…
Signing off.
lucas
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It’s Only Your Life - Kevin Devine
One
last
song
to
round
it
off…
Fare be well tumblr. You’ve been a brilliant time killing device but now comes that point in every relationship where we both go our own separate ways.
All the pretty tumbleweeds who have kept a loose eye on my page for reasons unbeknown to myself…thanks for the passing interest, hope you enjoyed the show, tis been a pleasure but you might want to go ahead and click that ‘unfollow’ button as frankly there won’t be much to follow from here on out.
Happy tumbling kids…
lucas
“Turn off the tv, live your life “
Although a computer or another internet accessible device would be more generation appropriate the message is still the same.
On that note I think i might turn down the houselights, light some candles, indulge in an evening of music making, then open a bottle of cheap wine and make a toast to human progress…
One illuminated screen replaced with another.
and so it will continue to go…now and forever more.
lucas
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No Past Land - Russian Red
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Day 8 - Explosions In The Sky
Ladies and gentlemen I would just like to take a moment to share my genuine delight for the piano…my piano…my late and great grandmothers piano. Ghosts, of crescendos past.
Ah beautiful monstrosity. Slightly out of tune, a sticky key or three but I love you all the same. How such a hulking piece of lumber can express such a delicate sound still baffles me. The sweet bells of symphony float through my world, travelling high and low right along with me.
I know this in my heart. If my hands turn weak and frail, stricken with carpal tunnel and hardened like impending rigamortis. If they’re glazed over with unsightly puss filled calluses and strewn with the chronic pain of arthritis…I would prefer it be on account of hour upon hour of pounding away on a keyboard made of ivory. Not one of plastic and wire. A side effect of misspent days at the office and long nights surrendered to the screen…forever lost sailing these digital high seas!
lucas
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Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
She looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love…
But I can’t help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted all the time.
