http://youtube.com/watch?v=lOzzsQp5k5M
i heard this song the other day and a great big smile appeared on my face. it was a smile to say, ‘i found something new and its ace!’
its so full of hope and glorious dreams that one day will be real. It builds and builds to the point you’ve almost most packed your bags and waiting at the door to follow your dreams
my tech know how fails me to put the video up so theres just th link 
Coffee: 2
I adore this. Apart from the expected pretentious talk of colours, shadows and chunky brushwork all I can say is that its just perfect, and a yearn for it upon my wall in a chunky frame.
I dont normally go for animals in art, but there is something about penguins, giraffes and elephants that I make an exception for.
Have a look at the full range of lovely works from RSart here:
I do hope you are have a caftastic day 
After a long day of work, I depart on my train home, tired and hungry. 15mins later I arrive to my station and there is one thing I like to do to escape the world around me and create my own. Music is mighty powerful, so I hook myself upto my small black box device of songs and depending on how I feel I select a song to suit. As I step off the train I press play and my world suddenly changes, like im part of a film. I could be returning home from an epic journey, starting a quest, chasing someone or in the spy world of James Bond. It gives me those goosebumps everytime
I apologise for the lack of imagery but I couldn’t think of anything that would suit, you just have to experince it
i feel i should name this experince, but what hmmm……
I suggest you try it anyho
Well shimmy my wednesday morning coffee. (Ive just ordered a more industrial coffee machine from amazon to manage the increased demands of late)
These paintings by Maya Kulenovic are just tip top tastic. I don’t normally like portraits, but these portraits seem to speak to me.
Gloriously dark and full of atmosphere, nightmares, are these lost souls?they all seem damaged and lost, trapped between worlds…alone, dying inside?
I simply adore them, do have a look at the artists website:
There are also some fabulous paintings of land and buildings, but its these portraits that have me captivated. I do hope you enjoy them
Well, god bless google.
After my early rant on Raissa I did a little bit of digging around and found she now ’spearheads’ (how I hate that term, it makes me think of board meetings and pin stripe), yes she spearheads ‘The Mummers’
http://www.myspace.com/TheMummers
And what gloriousness, what utter gloriousness. Modern music, real music performed with REAL instruments, no blinking synthey autotune bass drum bass drum. Please do listen to ‘Somebody Said’ A wonderful march, something so gloriously different, fairgrounds, clouds, britishness….oh my golly Im lost within this, a fantastic breath of lovely fresh air, absolutely scrummy for the ears
I really do hope you enjoy
This gets within your soul, into your blood and is with you for hours after. How blinking refreshing to hear a chap singing rather than oily ladies gyrating and moaning.
Its rather hypnotic, and I adore the video, but it scares the jumping jesus out of me. He looks like the trendy lad at school who was good at sport, had rich parents, had the best brand name shoes, bag and pencil case….alas years later when you locate him on facebook you find he’s still wearing the sport coat and looks like alan partridge.
I know Im a little late bringing this to your attention dear reader, but its difference sets it apart and deserves a place in the windmill of fire.
Sleep well, dream of warmth
Im sure you will agree with me that this is simply fantastic. Its almost from my memory, something once so vivid, now fading away, little bits of the memory fading each time. Such wonderful yummy browns, oh how I would adore this upon my wall…
…alas to do this I would have to attatch it to my walls somehow and Im scared. This week I managed to fix a boiler with my own hands…im worried that taking the next step to applying nails into the wall will cause the whole damn thing to fall down.
…im in the market for methods of applying things to walls without harming the wall.
Do have a further look at the work of koofer44 by having a click here
Back in the day, those days of goodness, there was good. Things where good and this is one of those goods. Thanks to the glory of youtube I have managed to find this lost treasure.
Its not deep, its not powerful or any of that. Its fun and good and lovely for my ears, and I listen over and over again…in fact in parts its rather scary when she looks straight at you with her maniac eyes. (2:30ISH) Somehow she hypnotizes me, I get drawn in
Its almost a piddle take of the standard music video, right at the end she was just waiting for the loo, I love this, again backing up this DONT TAKE MUSIC TOO SERIOUS lovelyness.
I do hope you enjoy, I cant really find much more information about this lassy, she deserved riches, pools and things of gold
Good evening readers of the burn.
This evening I am reminded of a christmas eve spent at aunt ritas house. Of course her name wasnt aunt rita but will serve this evening as her name to protect the almost innocent.
I was a little boy of smaller height and curl. There I sat christmas eve, I hated it. (little did I know how later in life I would adore the inspiration received from that evening) I sat there, aunty Rita had a log fire going in her cottage, really crappy chintzy christmas decorations everywhere, and the room filled to the BRIM with family, a large buffet of lovely egg butties
(there is art in this story..it follows soon)
Now I only desire for a little cottage full of family, friendly and a log fire, crappy decorations etc….im half way there, I have a cottage, an open fire, I just need to borrow some family and eggs.
Back to this overly long story.
There I sat in my comically christmas waistcoat, I had recently started to like music…previous to this moment i had just liked what everybody else did, but going to college changed me, and i came accross this:
It was released for christmas, I sat in Aunty Rita’s, she had the radio on, they were about to say who was christmas number one…and I actually cared! i really wanted the above song to win, it was different…and good.
Alas it didnt get to number one, but still the memories of that day stay with me now, and will forever.
Its truly gorgous, and to this day remains on my itunes top played list, I do hope you enjoy it.
Safe dreams upon clouds of lilac
I adore swimming pools. I don’t know why. I adore the smell, the warmth in the air, the echoey sounds bouncing of tiles and ceilings. I adore them so very much..yet I can not bring myself to go there on my own…this is a fear I have to battle.
I have such fond beautiful memories of swimming pools, warm scrummy memories I can melt away into before sleep.
I even adore pool photography…I actually attempted this once and managed to sneak a waterproof disposal camera in my swimming shorts…alas the film got wet and couldnt be developed.
I came across carlo van de roer’s image just right not thanks to the joys of stumpleupon. These images are wonderful
Never ending worlds of water to escape to, pools you could sail forever upon and never become bored…theres something about the emptyness of these which appeal to me, they are odd, eerie and wonderful. Magical places I long to visit, almost like a whole planet of lovely clean warm water…
More wonderfulness can be seen on the chaps site: http://www.carlovanderoer.com/
Now I go to sleep, warm in my bed I will allow my pool memories to envelop me, in the hope they enter my dreams.
Good night ramblers
