Cuff The Duke, photo by Colin Medley
It all felt novel and it stirred a desperate desire to soak in every moment of the fleeting spring and summer, as if I might not get the chance again, wanting to remember it and wanting to be remembered in it." - Rose Cousins
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By Will McGuirk
Staring at the wallpaper, listening for the silence of a snowfall, the randomness of one’s own thoughts, the dissonance of the internal incessant monologue and the intermittent outside interruptions, the polyphony of a pandemic we choose you to chase.
“This is a song about the impossible nature of the present moment, as individual people on a planet that’s too hot, too crowded, too connected, too divided,” - Robin Dann
Rose Cousins, photo by Lindsay Duncan
By Will McGuirk
Had my hair did, the hairdresser said to me when done, well that should last the rest of the decade. Only struck me then where we are at. Time has broken down for me into smaller and smaller chunks, I think I live a decade in a day. One time I had one job for 25 years and now I have twenty five different jobs in a year. We stay busy, time flies, years roll in, decades are marked but are you marking the passing of each moment , the advent of a new moment, with the same celebrations. Happy New Moment.
“I think about how we're so disconnected. I get sucked into my phone and forget to go for a walk because of this sense of obligation that I have that convinces me to get as much work done as possible. It feels like we’re not connecting in person as much as we used to and that we may be the loneliest we've ever been. We're missing what's actually happening, like, the earth being on fire. We get caught in the spin of comparing our lives to social media depictions, false standards of a good life. I’ve been thinking about how we must be getting close to a breaking point." - Rose Cousins
By Will McGuirk
When no-ones watching, when no-ones listening, when no one cares what you have to say or write or sing, when we are all producing who is consuming? BUT If this new world, and I think it is, if this new world is going to be one constituted by reconstituting broken constitutions then is it not better to remake from the the fragments originally made as art. Each song, each poem, each painting, use them as the building blocks to remake the world which is cracking under the weight of commerce, of pop, of propaganda and lies. Remake the world from the truth, so keep telling your truths. Keep making on making because we need your contributions.
Rose Cousins, photo by Lindsay Duncan
This eve, post-Full Moon, Fall beckons, and a wistful night ahead so some songs with the lonesome pining at the core of this country, perhaps this is all the cri de coeur of a nation of comefromaways, and the soulful leanings of nostalgia, but not just for a past recently closed but a deeper past, one generations old and the impulse of a people, strangers still in this strange land of long winters and the prying eyes of peering wendigos.