Glam rock? I think not.

My friend Charlie is trying to make a tweed coat rock.  It’s a fox hunting English gentlemen meets a heroin shooting New York rocker.  I am all for breaking down the boundaries but is this too far? One might end up looking like a hobo. Not the sort of hobo that one might hope to mimic, the type of hobo that has the look of sear terror in his eyes. The type of hobo that smells like piss and yells obscenities but only to the voice in his head. Plus on top of all this he is trying to bring in the man bag as some sort accessory that all “scensters” need. Street fashion has made a full 360° turn then a further 180°. Glam rock with a big button? I think not. 

Too Critical not at all critical

So what does it mean to be able to write anyway? I mean what defines a good writer or even a brilliant writer. I think it is important for one to get their thoughts down onto paper. Which for some may sound easy but I assure you it is easier said then done. Too critical not at all critical. In this I'm trying to express my view on writers always reviewing their work repeatedly to the point where is it so far removed from their initial thought it doesn’t even correspond. Editing, not at all critical. 

Oh Boy

L.A. Time

My blog works off Los Angeles (North America) time. Just in case you were wondering. 

Something to ponder.

I wonder if anyone watches me while I dance in the garden? Oh! and another thing, Narcissists Anonymous; is there such group?