Another night out missed, a gig this time,
a reason to get up and go, gone
as I battle stomach ache, as I battle anxiety
and the what ifs and what thens
of future interaction, of needing to hurry
to a place of sanctuary during the night
just to feel relief; it is not part of who I am
but what I have become, having to think
about where I am at a certain time
and can I be trusted to make it through
a set list, a meal out with the wife,
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Where you Bound, to not know the journey ahead is to live in a perpetual state of wandering and hope, hope that someone might give you a purpose, hope that eventually everything will work out and in the end be seen as having been a success; occasionally this works, this is by product of the Universe being benevolent and not down to being able to leap the hurdles placed infront of you without clipping your heels.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The sound of electricity, of power humming in a variable pitch of good and the beautiful is always at odds with the thought that we could be living in a Cold Damn Season, not one caused by weather or the universal atmosphere but the static that grows and festers when nations collide, when families are at war or when governments start to alienate certain sections of society; a cold war, a cold front, all can be heated and charged within a moment’s notice, within the pause for breath and one that SixStringNoise fully grasp in their tremendous album Cold Damn Season.
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Not every battle leaves scars on the outside, the visible marks of having been on the wrong side of the swords cutting edge, the evidence of having gone to war with life and only realising at towards the bitter end that life has an experienced ally in Time and neither of them give any quarter or sympathy as they open your skin with the thick blade and let the scar tissue form.
We see everything but notice nothing
because our senses have become dull,
mismanaged and turned inside out
in the search of a quick thrill,
the gluttony of knowing it all
but leaving wisdom
short of breath and dying of chest pains,
acute and short panting, slowly fading,
wisdom heart attack, over fed,
over saturated and goose fat waddle,
we see everything, including music,
we have adapted to listen with our eyes
and not with our ears;
our eyes bigger than our belly,
it is no wonder we are culturally
Maddie, Zanzibar, Liverpool. February 2017. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The Romans used to be so dismissive of winter, so trivial was the meaning of the darkness, of what we might think of as the blues without the thought of sunshine and spring to warm our bones, their attitude was to lump January and February together, one big long dull month, one exceedingly long and bitter month with nothing to do but sit and grow listless.
Mountain Face, Zanzibar, Liverpool. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
It seems implausible to the ear and yet sometimes a band that has a strength, a sublime sound and oodles of personality, is not able to get to Liverpool and perform for an audience; not for the want of trying, just that they have not been able to find the right place or perhaps the right thought in a venue’s bosses in which hosting them would be the right and the most excellent of moves.
They would not give me credit
for the funds I need
to create the books
I wish to see breathe.
It seems
I have no
collateral
to write poetry,
wandering
and homeless words;
they tell me
they cannot give me financial
assistance,
as I am quite obviously suffering
from
no fixed ode.
Ian D. Hall 2017
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
It has been a journey of wonder, one of absolute hope and solid inspiration, not only for the musician but his ever rapidly growing army of appreciators, fans and those who for years have seen the evidence of his personality and incredible wisdom laid down in music form. For Robert Vincent making the most of his talent and his virtues is a base, a high marker in which he will not fall, yet beyond that it is the music that is king and one in which you can almost hear him argue passionately, “I’ll Make The Most Of My Sins.”
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
There is mystery far beyond our vision, our minds forever searching for something tangible to believe in, something that cannot be ridiculed by detractors, that cannot be explained away as the fleeting glimpse of fancy or hidden away from plain sight; the unexpected is beautiful and must be observed and cherished as much as the delight in a Daylight Moon.