Back, I guess. It's been a strange few months and I'm not entirely sure how to get back into the swing of things.
Coming back from an unexplained break is always strange, and it's always hard to get back into old habits. I'll eventually explain some of what's been happening in the last few weeks. For now, I'm trying to get back into the practise and instinct of doing and making and talking about things without thinking too much. Which is difficult in itself, because the practise of making art itself makes obsessively searching for meaning and it makes relating back to inner-questions kind of unavoidable.
So I don't know what the solution to that is, but I've definitely been trying to find it. Because I think even if you're in mega-gloomy-self-destructive mode, the need to make art - or just to make things - doesn't really go away. Whether that's just writing bad poetry in the pages of journals. Or collaging. Or getting out of bed and finding the energy to cook pasta.
This playlist is an amalgamation of a sequence that came up on "shuffle" a few weeks ago, on a Tuesday morning, and everything that trailed off from it.
Call To Arms - Beirut (x)
Back The Dogs - Eddi Reader (x)
Sleep - Imogen Heap (x)
Reunion of Friends - Harry and the Potters (x)
The Captain and the Hourglass - Laura Marling (x)
Set Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol ft Martha Wainwright (x)
My Winding Wheel - Ryan Adams (x)
Adieu Mon Coeur - Martha Wainwright (x)
Will You Please Be There For Me - The Reindeer Section (x)
Silver Dive - Ed Tullett (x)
Suzanne - Leonard Cohen (x)
Flicks - Frou Frou (x)
Babylon - David Gray (x)
Shiver - Lucy Rose (x)
Hoppipolla - Sigur Ros (x)
A Sunday Smile - Beirut (x)
The Devil's Tears - Angus and Julia Stone (x)
Mexico - The Staves (x)
A surprise appearance from the Harry Potter soundtrack, probably too much Snow Patrol, Eddi Reader - my newest hero - and trusty old Imogen Heap. The perfect antidote, or accompaniment, to February winter gloom.
