freak flags and future home comings

I think I am what my mother would have called “a dreamer”, and my father frequently referred to as a “dead loss”, and what decades later would be termed a “slacker”. I was also never quite at home, though I had a capacity to be luxuriantly at home in the most squalid of chance moments. [...]

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through the bacchanalia

On 9th August I finally got to see Fucked Up, the Canadian hardcore band that I had been wanting to go see since last Fall. We got down to Hoxton Square early, and there was their singer Damian Abraham getting out of the back of their van. Woo hoo! Well, too good to miss, I [...]

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Roses, rock n roll and gold dust (geeks, freaks and punks)

Being young is a tough call as I remember, really not easy at all. I don’t know where the “best days of your life” thing comes from, but that must have been someone else! Not that there weren’t good times  and irreplaceable times. It’s a great thing to appreciate the particular qualities of your own [...]

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a glorious alchemy

I found out about this band last week, in a typically round about way for me, through a photo of their singer Damian Abraham on a bear blog. Damian is a wonderful looking (straight) bear for sure, and he’s sure generous in shedding clothing during shows (and that is glorious in a man like him), but [...]

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