The recognition that all individuals are the sum of a singular larger entity. That no conflict in the micro should ever remain so unresolved as to escalate to the macro. The recognition that individual experience summates to experience at large.
2. Global veganism
The recognition that sensory pleasure…
Release is a vital part of the creative process. In the broadest sense, all creation is that energy released at the ignition of the big bang, when your eyes awoke. But, on a macro level. Release is a vital part of our individual creative process. Release is acceptance of the…
Negative attraction is something about which I have been thinking a lot. Something of a mire, that if I don’t catch myself, would ensnare me in it’s vices, colour my world and define it. Negative Attraction is the opposite of a spell for which my very existence, to me, with…
Sublime is the name of my forthcoming album and, in many ways, it is the conclusion to a journey that began when my other half, Robyn, came home one morning, sat me down and told me what had happened.
Everything happens, to someone or another, and the many infinite ways…
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Sublime, I would dare to say, embodies light.
Where Good Bye Folk Boy was a journal cast from a muddy reflection. Sublime is the creator, offering not what it sees, but what it believes.
As a record, it stands on the far side of choppy waters.
When the Wheels came off I was spinning at one-hundred miles-per-hour.
My knuckles were white and dug into the World as if its’ spin alone would throw me to the Wolves.
I was self-serving, boystrous and cannibalistic.
Hungry, horny and hell-bent, hedonistic. Still hunting, still haunted. Not stumbling because free-dive…
Brothers and Sisters, it is my absolute honour to announce the forthcoming release of my album ‘Eucharist,’ to share with you ‘Jamie Song’ and to introduce you to the concept of ‘my season.’
We are presently, collectively, in the midst of a year that on every level seems pivotal.
You know it sits in your palm, the whole world. At once; your heart, its design.
The Great deception, the fruit of a soul’s belittling, the concept of other. A concept of, to and not by, self.
I was clean — goaded in part by belief, I was in the woods hearing myself sing. I was in a different space. Shades above me.
I have been falling — hitting most branches — willing the world to offer me crisis.
LOVE, at once a nest, and tinder, eggs inside.