log blogger slogger

Such is the world of the modern
One can blog while havng a log
It is one long hard slog
This life of incesant fog dispensing
Wretched is the key that fails to incorrectly
Enter the sweapstakes of no cho lon tly respirating
As if all of the kind words ever uttered by a man in his dream state
Equated to the end product of 2o thousand hours practising

Well, as one must leave another must always arrive

And that is about as profound as a bowl of bran flakes

So it must be true. And it is so close to your bones.....

You cannot even feel it.

Hail hail all those who smelt bullshit for breakfast and chose that they wanted absolutley nothing goddamn to do with it.

xx

Morning Wood Episode 4

Moorning wood 4 by SBryant





Its been a while since you got wood

But it's always better when you havent had it for a while (and it wont be over quickly either....its seems to last longer each time with practice) Not necessarily a good thing if you have to go to work

IF by THE BLUETONES from the album 'Return To The Last Chance Saloon.
SILENCE by PORTISHEAD from the album 'Third'
DOES THE BUS STOP by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN from the album 'Greetings From Ashbury Park, NJ'
cRaZy A's WiErD cD Of ThE wEeK - UFFINGTON WASSAIL by HALF MAN HALF BISCUIT from the album 'Trouble Over Bridgewater'
SHOUTING ABOUT LOVE by MELT BANANA from the album 'Cactuses Come In Flocks'
SO FAR SO BAD SO WHAT? by MELT BANANA from the album 'Cactuses Come In Flocks'
PARTY AT GROUND ZERO by FISHBONE from the EP 'Fishbone'

Kyle Dexter Abram and Scott Leslie Bryant's First Historic Recording (Exclusive) (circa 1994)

http://scottlesliebryant.bandcamp.com/album/one-week-only

Happy New Year

When everything makes sense in a slightly akward type of way
In a wonky, non-linear, roundabout type of entry where where you were trying to get to
Was right where you started
Each second of breath that is wasted in mundane mediocracity
Is a reminder to living the view as was once pointed out by a man
Who sat on his bottom

I stick my tongue out to feel the rush of air across it's tip whilst on my bike
I delve my nostrils deep into the stripped nakedness of a half cut tree trunk
I feast upon every ounce of colour and movement and depth of the view
Painted indiscriminately across my eyeballs
I listen to the infinite riding bareback on each other vibrations of sound
That dance from woodpeckers, pneumatic drills, and the mars volta

I think about every person in the world and wish for their contentment
I would lay mysef in front of every on coming train if I thought it would help
Blessed with a 360 degree sense of reality
I forge on with trusting the whisper in my ear
That always proved so comforting yet uncomfortable to the un-emotional card board cut outs
That run our cliques


Compassion is communicative and I have looked into the eyes of a mirror reflection in person

And serenity transmuted without ever second guessing itself
And it never had to prove itself to anyone
Because truth never needs to prove itself

It is an infinitely interesting love affair with the silent whisper in the ear
That scares the living pants of all those who refuse to wake up to its insecent nagging

A la la ho (how wonderful)

Kalpazang (please drink)

from the overflowing cup of kindness. Its fucking exciting.

Morning Wood Episode 3

Morning wood show 3 by SBryant

Its been a long week


But no longer than the last one

HELLO SUNSHINE by SUPER FURRY ANIMALS from the album Phantom Power
TRIGGER CUT / WOUNDED KIT AT 17 by PAVEMENT from the album Slanted and Enchanted
FRICTION by TELEVISION from the album 'Marquee Moon'
CrAzY a'S wIeRd Cd Of ThE wEeK - I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND by LE VOLUME CORBUE from the album I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND
BULLS ON PARADE by RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE from the album 'Evil Empire'

Asleep / Awake (written on the back of a 'back to work questionaire' during a 45 minute meeting at the job centre (so as not to waste the paper)

It is incredible how modern living can turn us into morons. There are few things in life as brain numbing as watching a man stare blankly and fearfully at a laptop he is trying to make work. Or an i-phone that wont switch on to the correct 'app' (application). Or a man sat at traffic lights when someone has pressed the button to cross the road, and then walked off, meaning the man is sat waiting for absolutely nothing to happen whilst an old granny with her shopping trolly walks past the passenger window atan entirely more productive speed.

The lap top is not doing what he wants it to. He has lost all element of control. The contraction of the head into the neck and the utterance of -'erm'.

Blank looks and glazed eyes. 360 degrees of potential things to looks at, multiplied by every possible angle - verticle, diagonal......but nothing noticed. Just straight ahead. The horrible realisation that this man is functioning on LESS THAN POINT.ONE PERCENT OF HIS BRAIN. That is what years of evolution have brought us to. Red faced, thick necked, and entirely DUMB-FOUNDED.

The modern man and his malfunctioning laptop. DUMBFOUNDED. The modern man and the sound of KT-Tunstal through a phone speaker while sat on hold for half an hour waiting for an insurance quote so that he can drive his car five minutes down the road......[garbled voice and guitar..."like waaaw teer"]. While the laptop botherer, trying to make a power point presentation function to visually explain exactly what he will soon atempt to orally spit out, is uttering his "erm", "why did you do that " "oooow" "doh" "coooome on" (yes, the laptop has developed a personality - and can be spoken to like one speaks to a parrot, dog, traffic light (they understand you see)). "Ahh don't freeze on me"; and he turns to you; "Its frozen, stupid THING".

All active and fully functioning human beings in the room are now also rendered frozen. And, by default - like when someone yawns and everyone in the room will eventually follow suit - likewise become DUMB-FOUNDED.

In that given moment all spark, spontaneity, creativity or beauty of a human being's potential to blossom in each fragment of a mili-second is rendered useless. What is replaced is a feeling of fear; of useless-ness; of uncreativity; of weak, pathetic impotence. I am flacid and grey. I am watered down and un-sexual. No energy is free-flowing. No interconnectedness with any other being is manifesting. My mojo has dissappeared into an LCD screen, and every second lasts ten seconds and the emptiness of my reality is growing larger by the minute and ready to engulf me.

I am held by that reliance on something which really, deep in my soul, I know I don't in fact need. The faceless face of fashion has created a world in which I must function within - and now I cannot be a creative, naturally human human - BEING. I must always be a human -doing (nothing).

All control of my own destiny has been sucked out of me by invisible forces and dissapeared into an invisible ether. I can no longer buy audio tapes of my favourite albums - becuase no body makes tape players any more. What was once in my pocket money saving range has become a collectable and I can no longer afford it. I liked the warm sound of analogue, it some how felt more natural, you know? But my favourite band's new album is available on digital download only; and the recording equipment that could make a simple guitar sound like a simple guitar is in the exclusive realm of e-bay collectable mongers. I like wearing my cap on backwards, and my shorts up to my thighs, but no one else does unless they are actually trying to, so being natural and ordinary I am beggining to feel like a bit of a prick. They are laughing at me behind my back. I have no interest in putting things up my nose. I like playing squash and running around an athletic track, yet somehow I feel dull for just being me. I have to pay for a bottle of water that came out of the ground otherwise I will go thirsty in this conference room where all the heating has been turned up to maximum becuase policy says so. I cannot have a burger and chips without the chips becuase the rules are that the burger comes with the chips. If you don't want the chips then just leave the chips. Its not my choice. The management said. I think they did. Ive never met the management. I can't really remember.

I am DUMB FOUNDED because I have been DUMBED DOWN.

I am rendered a moron by the faceless face of progression. The decision, the creative control, the beauty of my infinite beginingless wisdom potential - is left eating a third helping of the dinner that I am greedily and habitually eating even though my body is full and satisfied with the first. My mind is growing obese from never being alowed to exercise.

I am channel surfing in the cosmic slop. 50 channels a minute - but nothing is going in. I am too afraid to get off the sofa and turn the tv off standby. The short cut is killing me softly. What are we standing by for anyway? Why that little red light; the need to illustrate the safety net of "I am here for you - here at any moment". This emptyness is rendered safe by the knowledge that you don't even need to think - you don't have to move off your ever expanding bottom and dance with a sense of humour.

I am finding safety in a false security that everything is secure and nothing will change. Living within the comfort zone of technology has made me un-edgy; un-sparky; un-sexy; un-happy. I have a fear of my own creativity because to engage in it would be to open myself up to the empty infinite in a dangerous (but entirely exciting) way. Instead I am forced to let the emptiness reach out and engulf me - to suck me into the vortex of pre-tense, past-tense and non-sense; and to passively wait for this moment to end and the next to begin. I sit and wait for the traffic light to change because there is nothing else that I can do. One hundred thousand beings have had an orgasm and one hundred thousand babies have been born and one thousand beings have breathed their last breath and one hundred thousand stars have blown up and one hundred thousand waves have broken on one hundred thousand shores accross the infinite universe and I am bored. Bored. I am dumb-founded. I am lost.

I am a human-doing (nothing) and no longer a human being (everything).

Morning Wood Epidode 2

Morning wood show 2 by SBryant



Wow...you came back

Or maybe its your first time

Either way......what the hell are you doing?!

......................... but thanks

Les x

(click that little arrow at the side to download and EXPERIENCE on your headphones on the way to work)

EPISODE 2 TRACK LISTINGS

THE WORLD AT LARGE by MODEST MOUSE from the album 'Good News For People Who Love Bad News'

I LOVE YOU LIKE A MADMAN by THE WAVE PICTURES from the album 'Instant Coffee Baby'

PLEASE STAND UP by BRITISH SEA POWER from the album 'Open Season'

MAMA by THE SUGARCUBES from the album 'The Great Crossover Potential'

BREATHLESS by NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS from the album 'The Lyre Of Orpheus'

SIR PSYCHO SEXY by RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS from the album 'Bloodsugarsexmagik'