Pretty obsessed with Salem's album....it's dark as anything but there is light in there too.... like forget me knots growing on a new grave, or when snow falls on piles of rubbish and makes it look really pretty or people rising from the dead that you didn't want to die.....like Jack Nicholson's character in Easy Rider...i fancied him so hard in this film and he was all fucked up and a total alco but he was kinda scared and childlike too and impulsive and just so lost, anyway i was half in love with him when he got murdered and i kept hoping he was just unconscious and not really dead. I hated that they had smashed his lovely face in with a hammer and i really missed him for the rest of the film. I feel the same about the cat that got murdered in Girl with a Dragon tattoo that i watched last night...i really missed that cat a lot after it was gone :(
I'm Presuming this is the kinda soundtrack the world provides you with when your speeding car has veered off the edge of a cliff at night time and everything has slowed down and you can see the ocean shining underneath you cos the car's headlights are still on and you know you are definitely not going going to survive because beside you in the passenger seat the grim reaper is smiling at you and holding your hand and you realize that you're 100% cool with dying.
So my massive love in with Ireland continues, it reminds me a little of when my mom used to brush our very long hair as kids and she would put your face in between her boobs and brush all the knots and tangles out, it was extremely comforting and quite a lovely experience considering there was a certain degree of pain involved.
Banba is the ancient name for Ireland (pronounced bahn-va), she was a daughter of the Tuatha De Dannann and the patron Goddess of Ireland. It's a good name for a kid i reckon except it sounds a bit like Bambi...which is also a cool name for a kid...god love my babies....poor Banba and Bambi...an island in the middle of the Atlantic and a fawn with wobbly legs and a speech impediment.
I went to the Cliffs of Moher above on New years day with the Lahinch family all of whom i love deeply (see Lahinch vibez) and it was wild up there, dark and stormy....with the winter sun coming through the clouds and sea spray making everything look dreamy, there was even an upside down waterfall. I'm thinking if you dipped your hand into that it would burst into the flames of beezlebub like a heathen stepping onto holy ground.
We rang the new year in together..all twenty of us..on the steps to the beach surrounded by the high foamy tide and the wind howling around us like a murder of banshees. One of the most memorable and wonderful nye's i can ever remember. Ireland i love you madly.