Neotea

Once the passionate musings of a family that lived and breathed music;
Children standing 'round their mother, as she taught them to play american standards;
The dreams formed, listening to the radio, shirtless on the carpet floor on a hot summer night;

The times of such things have long since passed.

Attempts to recapture those times fall beyond flat.

Those times were special because they were real. Those early jam sessions, in the garage, learning to play Chuck Berry and Dick Dale; ... read more

“It is happening again…”

You stare yourself in the mirror, but the face that stares back is not yours. You let out a bemused huff, as the morbidity of the situation washes over you once more.

The record you listened to has reached its end and skips repeatedly as the needle fails, over and over, to exit the vinyl’s grooves.

THIS IS NOT A DREAM

“A drunken man walks in a way that is quite impossible for a sober man to imitate, and vice versa.”

YOU ARE ... read more