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I wrote this to reflect on my father's circumstances. He is still alive, and soldiering through, following the approach and written advice recommended by Ant Middleton, whom he reads attentively. Prostate cancer. Chronic blood and immune system difficulties. The side effects of many medications. Old age. I'm slightly, superficially sorry if the sounds are not to your tastes. They're for me though, and to him. I love my Dad, a good man, and a good father. Time continues. It is sad. This is here as testament to that. Nothing more.
There are a few tracks I've wanted to finish conceptualizing and writing for the Blight album, coming soon. I'm still a little timid to release some of this new material in the modern UK (as one could be). Oh well, they're only songs, what's the worst that could happen? You can hear the older ones here (or elsewhere on my BC page): https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/album/blight
I should start by sharing that I am in chronic physical pain right now, without any relief at all (if you know the "song" by Throbbing Gristle: Hamburger Lady, then this will make more sense - it's not that extreme, but it's bloody painful and unrelenting). It will, no doubt, continue for a while longer. It has continued for a good many months before this, and exponentially, hence my sporadic posting. How long could be down to the NHS. I've tried private also, but was re-referred, for financial reasons as well - the treatment plan would bankrupt me. Trouble on the horizon, we think.
Anyhow, to distract, I thought I would create what I have called on Facebook "musical Christmas cards", just to take my mind away from the constant burning discomfort of possessing no functioning skin. Dark humour often arises from adversity. It's funny to some minds, if they need it to be so. Not really to mine - though I can see what I am trying to do. I hope it's still funny. Not art. Just funny, to darkened minds. Don't think about it too much.
I remain a Roman Catholic though. I pray to God, and very regularly, during the night (and morning). That's quite private though. I know that's not a popular view nowadays; but it's okay.
Jesus wept... this is a weird exposition, just for one rubbish vid. I had written more for this entry a few days back but the temporary recurring fever has broken for another three days or so, and I just cannot be bothered to complain any more.
Image mainly unrelated, just some therapeutic muck.