Super excited to announce that i will be performing with the amazing @diljitdosanjh for his upcoming UK tour ‘CON.FI.DEN.TIAL’ - featuring some amazing musicians from the music industry.
19th May - @arenabirmingham
26th May - @ssearena London
28th May - @firstdirectarena Leeds
Book your tickets on www.ukticketoffice.com
@sanjoygtr @nyzeldlima @fali_on_tour @chukkaboom @bassmaniac_dey @jagjitb @kakamohanwalia
@pearl_drums @zildjiancompany @evansdrumheads @vicfirth @furtadosmusic
With your eyes closed,
Watching a strange show,
Play out in your head,
But you were smiling somehow.
And your day froze,
And everyone in it,
Sat still as a rose,
But we were moving somehow.
Copeland | Chin Up
I have heard wisdom used only as scapegoat,
As spineless and spine-breaking lord.
I have heard knowledge used only as sidekick,
Not free-spirit living in the ford.
I have seen one word initiate the avalanche,
I have seen silence create.
I've been a room that holds naught but a weeping.
I've lived from birth till this date.
Lucidity Noir | The Incongruous Inn
||| l i f e u p d a t e . Slightly after midnight on Wednesday, I was admitted into an in-patient psychiatric hospital. I was diagnosed with bipolar depression.
The entire experience was and continues to be highly interesting. I am willing to articulate it in great detail upon request, as I am toward effectively most subject matters. I will discard neither my darkness nor cynicism, as I find an abundance of beauty in them; simultaneously I believe that I will become increasingly well, be it in small, debatably detectable doses. This is an intricate condition that I will carry for the remainder of my life. If anyone ever feels that they are misunderstood and have no one to talk to, I am available to listen and nurture.
I am eager to finish producing my first concept album and to seek publication for my poetry books, such that many may see the sorrowful treasures that I have discovered in my quite peculiar twenty two years of existence.
p o s t s c r i p t. Tucker is five years old, and fat. |||
And the frightening facts,
We've been facing our backs to,
For so long now,
Are begging for eyes,
To bear witness to lies,
Now we're saying aloud,
The things we've declared in our silence.
That new coats of paint,
Will not reacquaint,
Broken hearts to broken homes.
Dashboard Confessional | Turpentine Chaser