tag:skybishop.com,2005:/blogs/the-desert?p=2Thoughtforms2021-11-01T00:16:09+00:00Sky Bishopfalsetag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/67921752021-11-01T00:16:09+00:002024-03-19T13:59:04+00:00New Music In The Works<p>A new troupe of songs have started whispering in my ear. All at varying states of completion thus far. They accompanied me in hibernation through 2020 and now is their time to talk. Each of them feel different in personality but they all seem to belong together, bouncing off one another's energy. <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/0d42f1f6dd0f24a154618ea5f40cfb32e7a2e6a4/original/484cde02-5a55-43c2-906c-adb542f21b77.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Musically they sound different to anything I've done before. The word 'organic' comes to mind but it's often misconstrued and not terribly descriptive. 'Earthen' is another word I'd use, though that's more confusing than the latter. These songs seem to be driven primarily by melody. Where as I've previously been more attuned to a song's rhythm. It's a pleasant stretch for me as a writer.</p>
<p>As always I'm excited by how these new songs are taking form and share in their eagerness to seep into ears, when that time comes.</p>
<p>-Sky</p>Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/67923272021-10-31T14:47:05+00:002021-10-31T23:44:33+00:00Thoughtform 4th Chronicle: Halloween<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/24ccc22439714b1ce4d544c4b8c2258c66d611b1/original/4d6d0e5a-b89b-45d8-84e1-9b5879741459.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />On the evening of Halloween ten years ago today this song was written. Semi-unintentionally I might add. I was dicking about at the piano, playing around with this 3/4 intro thing, singing nonsense. Quickly it turned from less of a playful throwaway moment and more into something of substance. It took about two hours all up, lyrics and all. It's cool when a song comes that thick and fast, but it's not terribly frequent. For me at least.</p>
<p>I was acutely aware of the hour and drawn into Halloween's ye olde pagan roots. This song was never going to be a bloodbath but it was circling me, ritualistic and beckoning. A song trying to find its muse, tracing its own inception. Halloween is in pursuit of its past. As much as the people from olden times have reflected on the souls of those passed.</p>
<p>The piano in Halloween was processed to sound like the old pianofortes. They have an intriguing after ring and sound thinner than modern pianos. The strings were given a bit of a Tron feel. Both the pianoforte and Tron-esque strings are subtle production details. Don't understand where the idea came from, it just felt right. The orchestral drums sat well with a waxing or full moon on a hilltop overlooking an old township before descending to mingle with the living.</p>
<p>Well I said it wasn't a bloodbath but I did have a John Carpenter moment at the end with all that screaming. What can we say, Halloween summons ghosts.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Lyrics:<br>Way, way back in time forever to find you <br>All waiting in line, all set for the fine view </p>
<p>Maybe I'll go <br>Maybe I'll stay <br>Maybe The Fall just blows this away <br>I hear you say 'it's never too late' </p>
<p>Oak Tree where we find the pieces we've once been <br>We'll left hand drive <br>Westward, the reoccurring scene </p>
<p>Maybe I'll go <br>Maybe I'll stay <br>Maybe the Fall just blows this our way <br>I hear you lean towards Halloween </p>
<p>Eve of All Saint's unspoken word <br>Echoes down uneven ground <br>Death and desire, you light the sage <br>Tendrils and flesh tightly bound <br>and with the lantern from your hand <br>Passed down from candle to this land </p>
<p>Season's turn, as does every page <br>Grey paving thought beyond fact <br>Out of the blue carried night into day <br>Oh but you can feel deeper than that </p>
<p>and with the scarecrow in this light <br>Casting his shadow on second sight </p>
<p>Don't let the moon set too soon <br>Know that I will burn for you <br>Don't let the moon set too damn soon <br>Down on the eve of the muse <br>If you let the moon set too damn soon <br>Know that my desire can't lose <br>I will find you, Halloween</p>5:10Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/65231762021-01-17T11:35:45+00:002021-01-19T03:55:05+00:00Live in Lockdown vids 2021<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/4e654649342f48aa4c2a68fb168d21e43acfe69b/original/0afd77b7-59be-465a-9059-06f83471a521.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />As of right now I’m in rehearsal mode getting a collection of songs ready to perform for a live in lockdown set. I’ve decided to go ‘full on’ with sound quality and production. It’s been WAY TOO LONG getting any performance videos up. If I'm gonna do this I’m gonna do it right. However... </p>
<p>The king of instruments, piano, comes with a right royal (pain) of a technical rider which involves a lot of rigmarole synching its sound, and my vocals, from the desk to the video footage simultaneously. Frustrating! </p>
<p>If I were using a digital piano it would be a cinch, plug and play all the way - truly a beautiful thing. Unfortunately acoustic pianos need their own microphones and levels, and on and on. But it’s absolutely worth putting in the extra mile. Just need a few bits and bobs and I’m good. </p>
<p>I’ve set the bar high. So there’ll be a wait on these videos (early 2021). In the meantime this is the perfect opportunity to practice repertoire and I want your suggestions! </p>
<p>Let me know what YOU want to hear. It could be an old obscure song, something shiny and new or maybe even a cover. Something I’ve never heard before! Drop me a line in the comments, let me know your ideas. You can also <a contents="vote in the poll" data-link-label="Home" data-link-type="page" href="/home">vote in the poll</a> on the homepage, or do both! </p>
<p>Stay safe and well everyone. </p>
<p>-Sky.</p>Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/64692382020-11-05T13:48:50+00:002020-11-05T13:48:50+00:00Thoughtform 3rd Chronicle: Jarrah<p>The Wawalak sisters are a part of Aboriginal Dreamtime culture. The story has regional variations with each following a similar narrative of two sisters roaming unfamiliar territory. One sister is pregnant, they stop to rest near water. The pregnant sister bathes in the water and begins to have her baby. The smell of blood and afterbirth wakes the resting rainbow serpent who lives in this water. The serpent is angered, the weather turns grey, the sisters are both swallowed by this giant serpent. The entire story is quite involved. This is a very basic outline of just one of many sacred Dreamtime stories.</p>
<p>There was this bistro/pub I used to frequent as a kid. Sometime in the eighties or early nineties this establishment opened a games room for gambling. Some kind of man sized lizard mannequin greeted you as you entered the building. I think it was a window dressing mascot for the new gaming room.</p>
<p>This lizard thing looked somewhat like a jester with large dark diamond shaped eyes and these shiny diamond shaped harlequin style scales from head to tail. He was posed next to an artificial tree. I was about ten or something but I thought he was sexy as hell, my first love in a way. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/21553a318f4ed582c85b8b28fb1431013fbcc588/original/d069c86e-9ce6-4751-afee-c9068490d558.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />Jarrah is the name that came when I thought of this old lizard mannequin.</p>
<p>The song was written in about 2010. I knew this couple, they weren’t the happiest couple. Eventually it came out he’d been seeing other women behind her back. It was one of those dynamics where no one was particularly shocked to hear about the infidelity. The worst part being everyone but her could see the writing on the wall. In situations such as these your damned if you do and damned if you don’t.</p>
<p>Jarrah is comprised of many elements from my past and present, he’s not the rainbow serpent, Jarrah is not to be confused with the serpent. But the Wawalak sisters’ story, like old Jarrah, would be in my thoughts whenever I thought of this couple.</p>
<p>Linguistics play a big part in the story of the Wawalak sisters. If they’re somewhat banished to the belly of the rainbow serpent, I thought at lest they have each other, their sisterhood.</p>
<p>I started a dialogue of sorts with Jarrah, telling him about this couple. It became clear Jarrah represented temptation. Temptation alone isn’t evil, but will be if betrayal is at the door. The conversation happens through the music. In essence Jarrah’s message to me was ‘she will let him consume her’... and she did, willingly. But this isn’t an isolated event, women and men allow themselves to be mistreated this way all the time.</p>
<p>At certain points in the song the vocals are swallowed by the guitar. I like the idea that lyrics aren’t the only way to tell a story. There were flames licking at the piano coming from Jarrah’s world every time I thought about telling this girl her boyfriend was a douche. So it wasn’t my place to say, it never would be. In conclusion many have a misplaced sense of temptation while others have a healthy wholistic relationship with it.</p>
<p>That guy, however much a douche he was, his sense of temptation was severed. He was trying to mend it chasing his tail and the next big conquest. As for those who believe they can change someone like him, well, they’re a whole other set of complications altogether. </p>
<p>The ingredients into the song cauldron this time were:</p>
<p>Temptation</p>
<p>Inflated egos</p>
<p>Haste</p>
<p>Division</p>
<p>The best part about Jarrah is without all the emotional politics bullshit it becomes a super sexy, dangerous song which is a whole lotta fun.</p>
<p>-Sky</p>
<p>LYRICS </p>
<p>JARRAH</p>
<p>When she plays, she plays for him <br>All on, on the fire's side <br>Yeah I can hear what you're doing <br>Maybe we're all stuck in C <br>But now I really hate to leave </p>
<p>Another <br>The other apple of his eye </p>
<p>So then Winter turned to Spring said: <br>“Hey, how's your Sun on a Summer's day?” <br>We dress as Autumn in a coat of arms <br>Flailing you down <br>Just who are you? <br>To learn her this? <br>“Just play it heavy <br>With hair and thought from an undecided man” </p>
<p>But Jarrah, even the Wawalak have friends <br>Well, they have each other </p>
<p>“Hey you, are you in there?” </p>
<p>Hate to leave the point the we always leave <br>Hey, are you in there? <br>This time you play the other</p>3:26Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/64588212020-10-21T12:22:39+01:002020-11-05T13:49:50+00:00Thoughtform 2nd Chronicle: Days Ahead<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/2b114e23ea11568919f6534da9379ea2b2b6a8db/original/69f1c6a9-f76b-4660-93a9-9bc72d343aa5.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />This song came on thick and fast. The ingredients collected on a street corner without me completely realising it was happening. Into the song cauldron went: </p>
<p>Dolphins</p>
<p>Sunshine</p>
<p>Sandy beaches</p>
<p>Deja vu</p>
<p>Days Ahead is a big game of Chinese Whispers. A decade long mix up.</p>
<p>It came directly from a conversation with a guy I hadn’t seen in over ten years. This guy loved Florida, used to talk about it so much that when we lost touch myself and others just assumed he’d gone to Florida. Our chat literally picked up from a decade ago as if it were yesterday. Same old. We talked about our plans for the future, only that future was now. This all took place on a street corner around midday in 2009. </p>
<p>I’m easily sucked into the past. Deja vu and I are pretty tight. Glued to the piano bench that night with our surprise meeting still ringing in my ears I started this thing coming from nowhere. Memories of piano practice and naughty substance experimentation came flooding in.</p>
<p>The verse parts came first. Then the chorus, where I could hear the word Florida in the melody. Years ago he called me from Miami and gushed about the architecture and dolphins. We talked about this on the street. I decided this song needed two bridges, one for dolphins. So he never moved to Florida, he was under our noses the whole time. The song was completed quite quickly, within two days.</p>
<p>Vicariously the writing process of Days Ahead helped me through some lingering teenage angst. I used to have it in for dolphins, don’t you know. Because for a while they were like a fashion accessory, they were everywhere, which annoyed angsty young me. Can you believe that? Really, how can anyone have it in for dolphins? </p>
<p>So Days Ahead is properly high in vitamin D. Which is unusual for someone who can’t stand the sun. Some things will never change.</p>
<p>-Sky</p>
<p>LYRICS </p>
<p>DAYS AHEAD</p>
<p>I remember when we first met <br>You were the joker <br>And I played the fool <br>How were we to know <br>This was years ahead <br>I ran into you </p>
<p>Heard you moved to Florida <br>By the sea with dolphins <br>They smile at this girl <br>Who runs away from </p>
<p>Love, this is our place <br>This is our time <br>We’re in days ahead <br>In the back of our minds <br>Still in days ahead </p>
<p>Used to do many, many drugs <br>‘cause we couldn’t say no <br>Then you’d do my homework <br>While I played piano <br>Gee it’s nice to see you here again <br>Same place and time in days ahead </p>
<p>Heard you moved from Florida <br>Bring those dolphins back <br>They still smile at this girl <br>Who runs away from </p>
<p>Love, this is our place.. </p>
<p>Heard you down the phone <br>On Australian soil <br>Woke then <br>Sometimes I think the sea <br>Will never be half full enough <br>For dolphins </p>
<p>You say you don’t have to worry <br>‘Cause you’re among friends here <br>“You’re safe here with me and my boys” <br>Safe now <br>Just me and my boys </p>
<p>And I heard you <br>I never moved to Florida <br>But I learned well how to smile back at </p>
<p>Love, this is our place this is our time.. </p>
<p>I’m still in my daze here with you</p>4:57Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/64346932020-10-04T07:30:39+01:002020-10-05T06:05:16+01:00Thoughtform 1st Chronicle: Ostrich Plume<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/68c07f0b3e18d7c37019d0f6cb6784bab005dacf/original/7c45171c-c3e6-4070-a6b0-f8ff89677534.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_left border_" />This is the first entry in a series taking a beyond the veil style look at the songs.</p>
<p>Songwriting is difficult to talk about because to a large degree I feel the songs write themselves. In this manner my role is deciphering code, hearing messages, recognising emotional landmarks within a sonic landscape. Ultimately I feel songs are just as spells, or at least have the potential in the right hands to be magical and evoke this in others.</p>
<p>None of this gives me a licence to shirk responsibility. There is a great amount of discipline and devotion behind the music both creatively and technically. While writing Ostrich Plume I was taken to a place of past wrongs. It was a sticky process because I found it hard to switch off from once those doors were opened. It was a prickly puzzle I needed to solve.</p>
<p>Metaphorically there exists a cauldron. During a song’s creation ingredients are added to the cauldron and brought to a simmer. The active ingredients in Ostrich Plume are:</p>
<p>A burlesque fan tainted with animal cruelty</p>
<p>A coffee table made of desert sand</p>
<p>Some betrayal</p>
<p>...and a whole lotta pain.</p>
<p>These ingredients are inspiration. These elements are left to brew in this cauldron for sometimes a few days and sometimes even years. Messages can freely emerge as a song begins to take form, hopefully becoming it’s own sentient being.</p>
<p>The music began to take form within driven rhythms. One force in hot pursuit of another. I decided the chorus should have a slow waltz feel with a full arrangement, while keeping the verses lively yet sparse.</p>
<p>Something of beauty can be created directly from pain and suffering. However this beauty can easily be taken for granted and squandered. An ostrich feather burlesque fan was gently wafting into frame but it’s origin wasn’t pretty. It’s feathers had been plucked from live birds. I understood not every tool of seduction was created equal. Pain seeped in, I wanted to bury my face in the sand.</p>
<p>Back to being a kid, hit reset and I’m a four year old again. Living at my uncle’s place while my parents are separating. There’s a glass coffee table in the lounge filled with sand from the top end of Australia. Taken from the desert, quite possibly an illegal practice, but perhaps not so during the eighties. Something lives in that sand, no one’s ever seen it. But we find it’s tracks in the morning. One day I think I see movement within the table. Maybe it’s a scorpion, a beetle, a lizard? There’s always fresh tracks in the sand.</p>
<p>The fan keeps wafting, encouraging my thoughts toward the relationship between air and earth. Deeper we go, my child self and I. The bridge in Ostrich Plume becomes the crescendo, the feathers beat furiously and sand is swirled in and around itself. But it must come down eventually to face the rest of the music. The verses at odds with the bridge. How will the sand fall? Could it arrange itself as before? Or are these tracks lost forever? What’s in a name?</p>
<p>Some secrets I can’t give away.</p>
<p>-Sky</p>
<p>LYRICS:</p>
<p>OSTRICH PLUME </p>
<p>Keep your head down child of mine <br>How many times do I have to tell you? <br>The thing that saves, keeps you slave <br>You'll never get out of the full story <br>Because they are and will always be <br>The first to admit just to beat you to it </p>
<p>Screening loves you best with the grain <br>At least that's what they say </p>
<p>Ostrich plume, a strange bloom <br>They estrange blue in ostrich plume </p>
<p>Scratches in the sand find a way to the arm put mine around her <br>And sometimes it's not a habit <br>Hand feather blew speed towards this outcome <br>Which right now feels if I put my head down deep I could sleep </p>
<p>Screening from the wrist with the grain <br>Isn't that what they say, hey you </p>
<p>But it's not like that </p>
<p>May she call her name <br>And may you call her name </p>
<p>Round and round and round and here we go </p>
<p>Shame the conversations they never had <br>In the real world the tracks in the sand <br>Go back to her arm leading back to your fear <br>This fan, these feathers only blowing up time </p>
<p>Round and round and round we go </p>
<p>Screening all your best with the grain <br>I bet that's what they'll say </p>
<p>And may you call her name <br>And may she call her name </p>
<p>But it wasn't like that and with time it turns out her name meant more than she ever knew.</p>5:05Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/59962252019-12-07T13:18:17+00:002023-01-04T14:44:26+00:00Brodmann Pianos (an impromptu review)<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/9b99c964ae703513b0edb51774cb1e35e9be9ab2/original/7ffd7de5-83bc-4eb2-9c33-5723578b88a1.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_right border_" />A couple of months back I played a Brodmann piano at a few dance recitals. That piano left a big impression on me. </p>
<p>Brodmann is a name I’ve heard great things about and now I understand why. They have a reputation for making beautiful sounding pianos at the more affordable price mark. </p>
<p>I should stipulated the grand piano I played was one of the pricier professional editions, crafted with top notch materials and strings.</p>
<p>Brodmann pride themselves on their European specifications and sound. This really shows with their highly responsive and nuanced performance. Couple this with a gorgeous rich, dark tone and it’s hard to believe that price tag. It seems they’ve really delivered the impossible. </p>
<p>If you’re in the market for an acoustic piano and you favour a rich, deep European sound find a Brodmann stockist and try them out. Posh nosh quality with an entry level price tag, gotta love that. </p>
<p>Oh, and if you’re wondering, the answer is no, I’m not being endorsed to write this! </p>
<p>-Sky.</p>
<p><iframe class="justify_inline" data-video-type="youtube" data-video-id="-WiEJhSTMjE" data-video-thumb-url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/-WiEJhSTMjE/mqdefault.jpg" type="text/html" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-WiEJhSTMjE?rel=0&wmode=transparent&enablejsapi=1" frameborder="0" height="180" width="320" allowfullscreen="true"></iframe></p>Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/58739342019-08-29T14:27:20+01:002019-09-27T09:25:52+01:00A Classical Interlude<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/7e8ee04737d75520e2258dd874f683b7f859dbbe/original/4981db53-926a-45a9-993f-200ab8b28f72.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p>
<p>Bringing together a collection of classical works isn’t without its challenges. Where to begin and what to include? Some very clear pieces made themselves known early on. </p>
<p>Fantasie Impromptu </p>
<p>Certainly one of the most evocative piano pieces of all time. Chopin sure had a flare for the dramatic. I fondly remember my grandmother playing this. She had swollen arthritic fingers at the time, yet played it so beautifully. A testament to what a talented pianist she was. I base my rendition of Fantasie Impromptu on how I remember hers. </p>
<p>Clair de lune </p>
<p>Clair de lune must be loved by everyone on the planet. Regardless of what you listen to, it strikes a universal chord. I take advantage of the 'metre', to me those crisp chords feel more labored than romantic. It’s quite sombre and the beauty comes from lament. I wanted to include this bitter sweetness in the piece. </p>
<p>Le Gibet </p>
<p>To me the Bb octave throughout this piece is the gibet as it bumps the frame or building in rough weather. I imagine Ravel was familiar with stories of the torture. In my mind I hear this piece much slower than most pianists play it. So my rendition is more a funeral march. Ravel often complained pianists played Le Gibet too fast for his liking. A fact I learned whilst learning the piece. Felt I'd been historically high fived! </p>
<p>Can’t wait to share these with you all. It’s been a labour of love. </p>
<p>-Sky</p>5:33Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/56097762019-01-25T12:48:34+00:002024-03-19T13:59:04+00:00Story of Daphrie Lane<p> </p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/6c433e60e9e71f72d59ece5110769c251bc7a6ff/original/cad7c48e-6766-4de9-bdd4-5e0fd08c962e.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_right border_" /><p> </p><p>Sometimes there are moments in a songwriter's world when the question beckons "Why haven't I released this?" </p><p>Well, Daphrie Lane, I suppose, is one of those moments, sort of. Originally I wrote the song with the lyrics and melody you hear in the demo. It was never intended to be the classical piano instrumental version which appeared on the album. However, during the Private Reel sessions I decided it sounded better as a straight up piano piece, and so the vocal was abandoned in favour of a reworked instrumental. </p><p>The maypole comes from a tragedy my mother spoke of. When she was young her school had a maypole, it was very popular. A young boy arrived early one morning to spend time on the maypole. As he was there alone, before others arrived, there was no one to counter the balance of the ropes. He died that morning, and the maypole was removed. I attended that same school when I was that age. The story of the maypole struck me hard. Where it was now were trees. It was near the entrance of the school grounds. I felt compelled to discreetly wave or cast a smile in the direction of the past tragedy when nearing those trees. As if I could somehow make things better for that boy. Traditionally maypoles represent fertility and hope. I didn't know this as a child, but perhaps, as an adult, a desire to restore innocence lingers still. </p><p>Daphrie is a made up word, the lane could be many things, the afterlife, a relationship, a person, a situation. To me it's karma. The song is written in the style of directions, 'go down that way, when you get to the old church take a left...' and so on. It's really a map to one's own karma. </p><p>I don't know what 'Dimmharlo' means, I like to imagine it's a Fae folk language of old, that I magically channeled through the music. But in all likelihood it's some made up gibberish which sounds good. That's the power of music, when you're in a song's world, everything makes sense. If I over contextualise it loses potency. </p><p>-Sky </p><p>Lyrics </p><p>Dimmharlo </p><p>Down past where the old road makes a bend <br>It don't matter where you're going <br>There's a place where willow dapple sun upon fences and pathways <br>To get there you take Daphrie Lane </p><p>Dimmharlo</p><p>It's down the hill, off the track, off the map, but it's there alright <br>Just you cut through the church garden, <br>and you'll find yourself on Daphrie Lane </p><p>You just go as the magpie does <br>Over the hill, to the park, where kites swing by <br>Wave to the maypole <br>The marble played, marks the spot you were here all along </p><p>Dimmharlo </p><p>Down past where the old road makes a bend <br>It don't matter where you've been <br>Just take Daphrie Lane</p>3:03Sky Bishoptag:skybishop.com,2005:Post/56038642019-01-23T13:37:38+00:002022-06-30T14:22:30+01:00Thoughtforms, or a self titled first entry.<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/56847/6cb2247122d3cb4c9773e0f71246fe709dbfd048/original/29505a45-681e-4b88-acce-870d3f95596a.jpeg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpeg" class="size_m justify_right border_" /></p>
<p>...and a warm welcome! </p>
<p>New year, new habit – Blogging – *gasp*</p>
<p>This blog idea started way back in 2012. It was called 'The Desert' for a little while, and mostly contained lyrical snippets and random things. I looked at it one day and thought 'what the heck is this?'. Some two years on, it made no sense. Add to this 'The Desert' had lived up to it's name, collecting tumble weeds and desolation in equal measures. Time for a revamp. </p>
<p>Social media comes and goes, but a blog is fixed in place. The life of a tweet is all but a few hours, or a day if you're lucky. A blog? It's fixed. Facebook, when it's not on the news for general breeches against common decency, has it's perks, I suppose. But it's on the way out, and so is Instagram, and all the others, present and future. Social media proves itself to be impermanent. </p>
<p>Blogs have been around since the dawn of the internet. Blogs are tried and tested. This here blog is my social media. </p>
<p>As for the title a Thoughtform, as a theological concept, is ethereal matter, objects or beings, generating from one's thoughts and emotions. 'Thoughtform', as a term, is used in western occultism and witchcraft...and now as a blog title for a quizzical songwriter. Hey, if the shoe fits, right? </p>
<p>So welcome to Thoughtforms, metaphysical constructs for a metaphoric world. Put the kettle on! </p>
<p>-Sky.</p>Sky Bishop