She is so in love with you

Only a few minutes ago I found out that the legend that is Ellie Greenwich passed away today. She is undoubtedly one of the pioneers of pop music, especially for females behind the scenes. Even people who wouldn't recognize her name, know her songs- recorded by everyone from Neil Diamond to the Cramps. I'm not here to write about her achievements though, the songs really do speak for themselves.

I can't even begin to explain how much her songwriting changed my ideas on music in general.

Thank you, Ellie.





and of course...


Rest in peace. xxxx

Thoughts from the Stairs of a Church

I sit alone and watch the world,
But does the world watch me?
Does the world pay attention to my life?
Does it care for my hopes and fears, my dreams and desires?
Or am I outside looking in?
Looking at a world which is blank to everything but its self,
Insular and afraid,
Synical and alone,
Loveless and broken......

Matthew Suter

Obscurities, Anomalies and Faroes.....

By David Saul Fineberg

A Quiet Riots Evening

Dear fellow rioters and QR readers,

In the short time this blog has been alive, we've been graced with everything from photo stories, music reviews, arguments for multiple lovers, arguments against multiple lovers, suicidal thoughts versus reasons for living.....it's been an intense and emotional journey thus far and one which I look forward to seeing where it will take us all.

I set this blog up with the intention of venting certain thoughts and frustrations but under the beautiful protection of anonymity. Writing a diary never gives you the feedback or other opinion you want to hear and your own blogs make you feel very hypersensitive and often embarrased by revealing too much. Not only has this served as a personal outlet but it also has for other people - other's posts are so intriguing and make such an honest, pure read. Thank you all.

It gives me great pleasure to announce the first of many Quiet Riot evenings, taking place THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 17TH at Catch. We will have photographic exhibitions, readings, DJs and live music for your pleasure.

Stay tuned for more info shortly.
Thanks again,
Dee Sada

Something Old, Something Borrowed, Something Blue.

Over the past month or so, I have been away to France, lived off wine and cigarettes and made intense music, but the gaps in between those meagre activities have given me time to think. And it focused on something that I have been thinking about for rather a long time.

A few weeks ago I got in contact with a VERY long lost friend from primary school (merci to facebook) and with her, a few other people I used to know also got in contact with me.
I havent had ANY contact with these people in perhaps 6 or 7 years, and it is so bizarre how you think you knew that person inside out when you were at school together, and that gap has changed them into completely different people, that you know absolutely nothing about. Another thing that totally intrigued me was that if you walked past that person in the street, you would never at all acknowledge that person unless they had remained totally youthful and not physically matured.

And finally, I really wonder, is it going to be worth getting to know that person again, when you have become so different from each other, and moved so far away?

MFM//.

There's no such thing as Too Much

Give more.
People that have
*money
*family
*friends
Are the first to want to be rid of them,

Some people don't realise that no-one is ever entirely happy and that EVERYONE deserves to live, even the scum of the earth and thats why we don't execute them (in Britain)

The grass is not greener on the other side, make the most of what you have even if it's meagre, don't expect too much and you will always be happy (if not pleasently suprised)

Someone once said that the point of life is to learn as much as you can before you die, ok so not everyone is going to get a degree but your learning about yourself that maybe your crap at finance but at least your kind to (animals?)

It makes me angry when people toll with the idea of death,
I knew people who would have loved to live longer but didn't and
like a certain someone said:

"There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it."

Life lessons from the television

Being hateful still means you care
Because to hate is to be passionate
The only thing that could really hurt is to say you feel nothing