Farewell to our first life together. This parting was always going to
feel uneven. You have given me more than I could give back this time. Beauty Pageant upstairs at Barkollo. Dawson/Davies, The Star and Shadow. It
bemused me, at first, the things that you found controversial: a tepid
appreciation for the national recognition of local music in 2005, an
indifference to football.
I guess I was best housed in your West End. I rocked-up wrapped in
depression and denial, a viscous coat that you tossed to the Tyne. Oblivion, 2am, in the old Head of Steam. One night, the fire service rescued me sleeping. Keith Crombie, who offered me pickled onions. The naked open-mic drama kept it fucking real, no hedging of bets, the vulnerable & brave always twisting another deal.
Though I clung to the person I could have been before, when the alcoholic is spinning, it’s always nevermore. It took all of this time to stand myself still. I’m sorry to those I scared who wanted me well. Sunday service at The People's Kitchen. Without alcohol since 2014. Gareth Hudson at The Globe Gallery. Baby Arthur, The Gardner Family. We never quite found our sleeping pattern, but I’m so grateful for all of those times that you kept waking me up.
Those who were responsible and active I found more and more attractive. Your bridges are winged, divining forms, ever forward, co￥ﾡpt. Peculiar moments kept my child alive - Happy Birthday, Barry Fox! John Egdell is one of the sweetest carols. So farewell to our first life together. I'll bring you orchids when I return. You have been the most patient and generous host, with all the uncanny living, and all of the canny ghosts.
Though I clung to the person I could have been before, when the alcoholic is spinning, it’s always nevermore. It took all of this time to stand myself still. I’m sorry to those I scared who wanted me well. Sunday service at The People's Kitchen. Without alcohol since 2014. Gareth Hudson at The Globe Gallery. Baby Arthur, The Gardner Family. We never quite found our sleeping pattern, but I’m so grateful for all of those times that you kept waking me up.
Those who were responsible and active I found more and more attractive. Your bridges are winged, divining forms, ever forward, co￥ﾡpt. Peculiar moments kept my child alive - Happy Birthday, Barry Fox! John Egdell is one of the sweetest carols. So farewell to our first life together. I'll bring you orchids when I return. You have been the most patient and generous host, with all the uncanny living, and all of the canny ghosts.
CH, 2nd January 2017.
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