Dream a little dream of me

I hate this town. There’s nothing ever going on, no music scene and the bohemian atmosphere that I crave so much just isn’t here. I long for life in a city, just any city, I just want to be around people who don’t give a damn about life and follow Doherty's vision of sailing to Arcadia on the good ship Albion. I have this dream of living in a house in London and just having a great life. I can imagine myself sitting in café’s writing away to myself and then going to underground gigs and party’s at night, a little far fetched I know but it’s what I want to do.

There’s one problem, the lack of income may hamper my ‘party lifestyle’ but the idea of living to work just puts me of life altogether. To be perfectly honest, as long as I have a pen, paper, a guitar and 20 L&B’s, I’m a happy man. I could just sit all day, in the city, writing away and building up such a list of friends.

I know many of you get you kicks, stomping on dreams (thank’s Frank!) but just this once, I want to be taken seriously, there’s nothing for me in this town I just want to flee and start a new life int he city, where no-one knows me and I can be as happy or as sad as I want to be. I don’t want to be some junkie sitting on a street corner asking for spare change all day, I just want to sell my writing and poetry to underground magazines and the like, earning a tenner here and there. Even busking on the busy streets of London. Music & prose shall be my life, and Kirkcaldy will be just a footnote on my birth certificate. If I do ever make something of my life, I’m sure I will settle somewhere, but I just want to travel from city to city, meeting new people and getting more and more inspiration to write great poetry.


“A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.” (Bob Dylan)