The Insights e.p

(L – R) Jordan – Zeke – Ross

Ahhh! I really should have put this up a long time ago.
The boys finally got some time in a studio (courtesy of North Sydney Council’s Youth Programme) so kudos to them for providing opportunities.

@ few weekends work and they came away with these 5 tracks which are … (drum-roll) … their self titled debut e.p.

The Insights by The Insights.

There’s one new song, You to Fool plus reworkings of 4 other tracks that are a little bit older. You can find live versions of them over on YouTube

I think they need to get their music up on soundcloud as well so you can download the songs for later consumption – will have to work on them for that.

Duhh! They’ve already done it:-

There’s a small e.p launch coming up soon with a couple of their friend’s bands.
10 Mile Stereo
Feedback &
The Thompsons
It’s on at the Chatswood Civic Center, Friday week (12th of October).
I’ll try to get some better footage of them this time around.
My last efforts were woeful and live is really where they find their feet.
If it’s good enough I’ll post it up.

Link to the new song: YOU TO FOOL

You to Fool

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Animated Banksy

Here for original GIF.

Here for original Banksy.


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Parents’ Evening

We feel she may be cheating
at reading and spelling.
She has failed to grasp the planets
and the laws of science,
has proven violent in games
and fakes asthma for attention.

She is showing promise with the Odyssey,
has learned to darn starfish
and knitted a patch for the scarecrow.
She seems to enjoy measuring rain,
pretending her father is a Beatle
and insists upon your death
as the conclusion to all her stories.

– Rhian Edwards

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Hiroshi Sugimoto

Hiroshi Sugimoto  (silver gelatin print)

Into fog, through the fog

We rowed. Then:

The wide sea – so blue, so bright!

– Masaoka Shiki

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* Self Portrait

It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.

I have heard, in that fierce embrace,  even
the gods speak of God.

– David Whyte

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Write on your Guitar

Hey ‘Y’all.
I’ve found a few more images of ‘writ upon guitars’ to add to the collection. I’m thinking I need to put them in a separate gallery so they can have their own home.
The Bass Guitar below belongs to Cubbie Fink of Foster The People and Man! Did it take a bit of hunting. Google searches produced nothing. I trawled through dozens of fan sites, official and unofficial with no luck. Messaged FTP’s Facebook page, web-site etc. Then trying a different tack I started on the videos, playing just about every streamed clip of their songs I came across till I could find one clear enough and close enough to grab a screen capture from. If you watch the linked clip all the way through the NPR radio guy asks him about it. Which you know would have been my first question.

Cubbie Fink (Foster The People)

Cubbie Fink (Foster The People)

And another guitar banjo which I can’t tell you much about except it’s called the Peace Banjo and obviously references Woody Guthrie; just an aside the slogan is something Woody scrawled across a number of his guitars:

peace banjo

peace banjo

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The Alibi

My mind was racing.
It was some years from now.
We were together again in our old flat.
You were admiring yourself adjusting your hat.
‘Oh of course I was mad then,’ you said with a forgiving smile,
‘Something snapped in me and I was mad for a while.’

But this madness of yours disgusted me,
This alibi,
This gorgeous madness like a tinkling sleigh,
It carried you away
Snug in your fur, snug in your muff and cape.
You made your escape
Through the night, over the dry powdery snow.
I watched you go.

Truly the mad deserve our sympathy.
And you were driven mad you said by me
And then you drove away,
The cushions and the furs piled high,
Snug with your madness alibi,
Injured and forgiven on your loaded sleigh.

– James Fenton

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