Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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Mighty weekend of DJigging. Go on the rent! 16 hours of jigging later. Pre-tty musique’d out. Only one thing to do… Write an old music blogaruu! Obviously. Buckets of blogaruus piling up. Time to churn. Splatter on. Mighty night last night, music wise at least. People exclaiming. Gushing throughout… ‘This is the greatest music night of my life!!!’ Thank you. If only the songs were actually mine… Re de de. Although one guy did complain. He who came from the land Down Under. Thought we shared a bond. As I come from the land called Ireland? Strong bond. Told me my music was very white. Too white. Odd. Seeing as he was white. And I was playing a Jay-Z song at the time. Well done. And then he asked for Lady Gaga. Always one. Back to none of the music being mine… Wrote a poem the other night. High on candle wax. (Bought a candle. Not sure why again. Seems to be laced with something). So, high on my candle wax wings, this came along…

Float. On!
I am a fish. You are the gills.
Without or without...
Actually.
Doesn't really matter?
The End.

Ehh… Go on the candle wax wings! Oh Jesus. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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Here’s an unfortunate correlation: Fuller days. Hungrier blogaruu. Tut tut. Catch up on. Few nuts to shell out. Apparently. Graced the sheets of a big magazine this week. Howdy! Or something like that. Looking well I’ve been told. Headless. Body only. Few chins. Better off. Butter heads are better. Or something like that. Nut on. New soccer team had a mighty victory on Thursday night. 2 nil down at half time. Horrendous first half. Second half. Different story. Insert football phrase here. Won 3 – 2. Mighty stuff. Being honest, a lot of it might be down to me. In fact, a bucket praise should be shoveled. Inspirational. What with me coming off at half time, and all that. Turning point… I believe so. Ahem. Go on the Gypos! On the down side. Kind of feels like bees are raping my knee. Bees with rabies. Angry bees. Oh re de de my knee. Fun times! On the up. If ever our team has a cook up (as teams invariably do), we now have a pre-tty mighty chef on board to give us some tips. Good player too. Giddy up the Ram! All of which concludes the nutshells off the top of my bloated head. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Rumours are true. Call me a bender. Of the truth. Intended on le vlogaruu being ready. However. Music and dancing are dominating. DJigging like a mad woman at the moment. So instead of having nothing up until the vlog is ready, music blogaruu all the way. Fill those gaps of Dunloe. Something something is better than no nothing something. Or however that phrase goes. On the upside, these songs are fairly savage. On a randumb sidenote. If you happen to have a copy of my book – mucho gracias for supporting the cause! – Top of page 273. First paragraph… And where was I just lying on a beach recently… ?! Pretty, pretty, pre-tty odd! Kind of. More so than not. This was inadvertently pointed out to me today. Just goes to show. Future is unwritten. Might as well write your own. Fill it up with whatever may be in your gibber dish! Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Remember the days the blogaruu was popping off on a daily basis? Remember that?! Fun days. Where has it all gone wrong. Or right. Past two weeks have been quite quiet on le blogaruu. Good for me, bad for you. Seeing this means more than likely doing something ridiculous, fun and surreal all together at once. Yet real, really fun and no longer ridiculous. Pretty mighty. In fact, the past two weeks have been funking savage! I’ll attempt to gibber it out in the next blogaruu. Parts at least. Until then, some music gibber to get me back in the flow. Seeing as I just got an odd urge for cheese. Don’t even like cheese. Along with an even odder urge to get to work. Write. Scribble. Release. Time to turn up the gibber flow a notch. Let the mind run dumbly free. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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In case you did not know: Having a book turns you into the biggest whure of all time. Media kind, at least. Probably the horrifically annoying kind as well. Still though, needs be. Whure on. Word out. Mouths open. Eyes reading. Unsurprisingly, it is a bucket of fun. Being on tour. Acting the whure. Past two weeks have been giddy up and go. From dodgy Armenians, to Japanese comic books, to seeing, to believing, to readings, to signings, to launches, to radio, to press, to photos, to tabloids, to broupies, to selling out, to sold out, to directors, to boxes, to randomly walking past Woody Harrelson in a hotel lobby, chilling on a couch, reading my book. Shoes off, book on. As you do. To all that. Along with everything which may somehow be in between all of that gibberish. Pretty much non-stop. Big buckets of dumb fun, to be true. To. Be. True. Also quite time consuming. Being a whure. Out on tour. Meaning flogging my collection of words has lead to a drying up of blogaruus. Not good for the second book. Until time can be found, a filler of music shall have to duu. On the plus side, these songs are all pre-tty savage. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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Past few days have been full on nuts. Mental. The Man is back in town. With a mighty bang! Crazy stuff. Giddy up the good life. Bumping elbows with some of the biggest A-listers there are (Forest who?). Realising I may have a stalker on my hands. DJigging a pool party at one of the best pools in LA. Non-stop weekend of fun. So much so that I did not even realise that it was no longer May. April ended on a dancing note. My gibber dish is full to the brim. Overflowing. Ready to spew out. Unfortunately, I have been beaten down big time all day. Convulsing. Bent over. Picked up a bug of some sort. (Or. I was poisoned… Stalker?!) Tremendous fun. Barely able to walk. Talk. Eat. Or drink. Couldn’t even stomach porridge. Quite shocking. Sleep is needed. Hence a short and sour blogaruu. Fortunately, the music dish is flowing. Time to spout some out. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »