About Flying Gurnards: Haven't seen any Flying Gurnards lately. Still like odd stuff. And sometimes I do stupid stuff and call it spontaneous. True story. I also don't have travelling shoes. They broke before I left home (omen?) and since then it's been mostly bare feet and flipflops although I keep killing them and consequently am on my fourth pair. I miss home. And everybody that makes it what it is. I feel fortunate doing what I do where I am. And I am still full o' love for life!

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Saturday 28 December 2013

Sound Slut

I am a total Sound Slut.
And right now I just cannot be physically separated from all that is Sonic on the iPod that Momma Santa Claus gave me for Christmas. She knows her music junkie daughter well.

When my old MP3 Player was nicked in Jordan I spent roughly 6 months without adequate tunes and had to slowly start building up my music library from scratch.
Thankfully all my records are safely tucked away at home in my good friend's basement and I miss my collection of CDs and vinyl intensely, even started dreaming about them (once the basement flooded in my dreams and I felt bereft and soundless)
So I was very taken aback when this heavy gleaming iPod awaited me upon arrival in N-Ireland. I have never owned anything of the i-Persuasion and I am oddly technophobic at times. But then I loaded ALL of the music on it. We are talking a lotta tunes. As an eclectic sounds lover/music collector I had been fanatically gathering up all music that I love to compensate for my musical loss six months ago.
Holy crap.This iPod has Mucho storage capacity. There is almost room left for another track! And with my partially upcycled headphones on I am deftly sidestepping the mounds of dogshit on the Irish sidewalks in tune with one of Chopin's piano concerto compositions; neatly bouncing through the Grocer's isles to the beat of Orishas; grooving the grocery basket along with the voice of Linton Kwesi Johnson and falling asleep to soothing tracks by Mercan Dede. Just add a HUGE sigh of happiness here.

My mother got the iPod engraved for me and right under the part that has my full name printed it also reads:

                                           'Please don't steal me'



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I vividly remember the first time I saw a pair of flying gurnards. It was a mesmerizing sight, not only due to my infinite love of unknown oddities but also because of the sheer grace and allure they exuded.
What would life be like without enigmatic experiences such as these?

Flying Gurnards & Other Concoctions contrives inspiration from both the mundane and the unusual and offers a quirky glimpse into adventurous times and enchanting encounters to be had on land and sea...
I've dusted off my travelling shoes in hot pursuit of remedies to alleviate Twitchy Feet Syndrome and its overriding nomadic nature - confronting it with a dapper dash of spontaneity, love and delightfulness