Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Fuckin' Hell, Tis Been a While....

Oh, aye, I've been a busy wee lass... So much 'as happened... I dinnae ken where t'even begin, loves. I've been makin' music. An' makin' music with a bloke I met that I kin safely say I both love an' adore. Odd, that. An' I'm still doin' pirate radio shite from time to time, though tis been a bit more difficult lately, what with all sorts o' madness goin' on. I shall be gettin' back into that in a serious way, soon. So, yeh... despite some truly shite things goin' on, that I'll no' get into 'ere, I'm in a relatively good place. Love an' music. Who could ask fer more, eh? I'll be playin' live in September at KoLCon. I think Doc'll be there. An' 'e kin meet me partner in crime. An' me "crew" :D Aye, jus' a short update, t'let ye know I'm still no' in Davey Jones' locker. ~elfpirate~

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Tuesday, March 7, 2006

Thoughts Free of Interruption

Beethoven. By far the best music I've e'er 'ad the opportunity to listen to. It does no' matter 'ow long I go without hearin' it, or 'ow many other composers, artists, etc, I get caught up in, I always come back to Beethoven. Me thoughts an' feelin's as o' late 'ave been...well, let's jus' say intense shall we? I 'ave been troddin' ground that I've no' looked upon in the corners o' me mind fir years an' years, as they be battlegrounds in which parts o' me lay fallen... buried there fir eternity an' frosted o'er in the darkness o' me thoughts. An' now, I once again visit these graves an' inspect the heartaches an' dreams that lie there, an' lament the fallen parts o' me soul... Some day, I shall find a way to heal them an' bring them back to life... I've no doubts about that.

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Monday, February 13, 2006

Introspective wanderings

'Allo, again, me hearties. The subject o' me last entry still bears its weight upon me shoulders, as I search fir the landmarks o' perspective. It 'as come to me attention as o' late that me perspective remains in sharp contrast to those o' the people 'round me...in many different ways. Tis no' new to me, but ne'er afore 'as it weighed upon me as much as it does these last weeks, nor 'as it e'er afore caused me so much worry o'er whether me entire world is skewed by me own perspectives...to a degree in which reality is no longer visible to me. I 'ave heard it stated time an' time again that as long as you be able to question yir sanity, then ye be sane. The insane do no' 'ave a clue that they be deranged. Well, what if ye wake one day to find that ye 'ave been insane fir a long time, an' ye need a startin' point--a frame o' reference--to find yir way out o' yir delusions an' back to reality? At that point, 'ow kin ye be sure that yir references be real? Where do ye draw the line when much o' reality is left open to interpretation to begin with? Things that I 'ave taken fir granted as fact an' reality 'ave been stripped away suddenly, leavin' me questionin' everythin' I 'ave e'er known. Tis a frightenin' place to be, psychologically, an' tis impossible fir me to tell if this be me decent into madness or me delivery from madness, though I'm sure tis one o' the two... I guess we shall see... Yir Cap'n ~elfpirate~

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