A band I don't think I've expressed enough public love for here is Angtoria. They are one of my favourites and Sarah Jezebel Deva's voice blows me away. I've been listening to 'That's What The Wise Lady Said' a lot tonight. I feel like I could have written this song myself and I tend to perform it at shows with Ragnarok. Nothing like they way Sarah ( Read more... )

Saturday was the birthday of Charon Baudelaire, whose talents are only possibly equalled by his glorious hair. (A lie. His talents are unrivalled.) Go out and buy some Taghairm in celebration!

Charon can be found at urbanmythology for those who are unaware.

I am so glad you're alright.

My show tonight was great so thanks for all those who showed up to support us.

Now, as I'm quite drunk, I'm going to go to bed and sleep it off until tomorrow morning when I have work.

Being with you or without you
is how I measure my time.

Another day, another Ragnarok show.

12th January at Morningstar.

Thank you to everyone who showed up last night and made it incredible for us. I'm flattered and honoured. It meant the world, and I had a blast. Expect more shows pretty soon.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.Tomorrow is the Ragnarok show at Morningstar. I'm nervous but only through the excitement. It's been too long. Far, far too long. I've been playing my ( Read more... )

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.On the 10th of December Ragnarok will play its first show in ( Read more... )

"If you were any other woman, I could tell you I loved you...but not you - because you've always seemed to me like a part of myself, and it would be like saying I loved my own eyes or my own mind. But have you ever thought of what it would be to have to live without your mind or your eyes? To be mad? Or blind?"Tonight we're having an impromptu ( Read more... )

When I try to speak
my throat is cut
and, it seems, by his hand

The sounds I make are prehuman, radical
the telephone is always
ripped-out

and he sleeps on
Yet always the tissue
grows over, white as silk

hardly a blemish
maybe a hieroglyph for scream

Child, no wonder you never wholly
trusted your keepersPoem is beautiful, but has nothing to do ( Read more... )