You

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I am Your Work-in-Progress

After a few hours on Garageband and Reason (I wish I had space for Ableton too), I finally finished a very rough demo for a song I’m working on with a new secret band. Download it here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?1glh9cszb2b

I Grow Cold In Shades of Doubt

Dear 2007,

You taught me that I am complicated beyond even my own recognition. You taught me that people like to appear complicated and that I should know better. You taught me that I am beyond myself, and that life is far worse in this respect. You taught me to love, be loved, and what haste means as a result. You truly are typical, like the rest of the years that came before you. Entwining me in confusing episodes of unnecessary theatrics, and then leaving me to sort through the carnage on my own, abandoned, confused and full of regret. Dear 2007, you taught me that I’m still the same exasperating/self-exasperating boy that your predecessors tried to fix and so blamelessly gave up on.

Yours sincerely,
Elias

Banks At His Best

Through the storms and the light
baby, you stood by my side
and life is wine
but there are days in this life
when you see the teeth marks of time
two lovers divide

Standing In The Way Of Control

This has got to be the best (and worst) display of gender equality.

But of course, lest we forget, Ms. Beth Ditto still takes the cake for bigger impact.

For the Likes of You

Dear blog,

It is I, your prodigal liege, returning to pacify you.

So apparently Castro has already passed, despite Cuban communist party officials’ efforts to suppress rumours.

“earl of gloucester [aberdeen 1-3 celtic] says:
castro will live forever man
so nevermind the tshirts”

Exams next week. A 2 month holiday follows. Ah, partial relief. So until the next time, au revoir, la vie montre du doigt.

Yours longingly,
Prodigal Liege

p.s. Wishing I was in Groix too.

Awareness Poster and Advertorial

These are anti-littering poster and advertorial designs I did for school.

A Ticket After My Heart

Tube ticket redesign. Via Randy via The Serif

Radio America

When it’s too complicated for rational explanation,

Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won’t dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love
to you