Gone
Death is an odd thing. It is a constant, silent companion throughout life – either as a small spot on an unimaginably distant horizon, or the sharp punctuation of unforeseen tragedy – but in order
Thoughts on Songwriting
Death is an odd thing. It is a constant, silent companion throughout life – either as a small spot on an unimaginably distant horizon, or the sharp punctuation of unforeseen tragedy – but in order
Plagiarism is a boring subject that I’ve talked about all too often on these pages, but the latest high profile case is a perfect little microcosm of the problem, and where the lawyers are leading
Lyrics Sitting on the seawall with a polystyrene tea Handing you a Kit-Kat – there’s half for you and half for me Sea slops seaweed on the prom just like it did, In simpler,