Hello all...........................

It's been a while. Too long perhaps. I hope you will forgive me for not using my email account nearly enough over the last couple of years. Every so often James (our webmaster) kicks me in the ass and gets me to write something. But I shouldn't need reminding.

No doubt you noticed that life in the world of Clarkesville has been a little on the quiet side over the last few months. To quote an old label-mate, let me fill you in. In the summer of 2004, Telstar Records (part owners of Wildstar) went into receivership. Obviously, this had a dramatic effect on all the company's acts, including Clarkesville. While I waited for the remaining months of my contract to pass, there was a definite sense of change on the horizon.

It was around this time that Steve and I began to think seriously about 'what next'... We had already been working on new material since the start of the year, and we were both excited about the songs and the response we were getting from managers, producers and friends. The first sign of things to come was our decision to invite a dear friend to move to Birmingham and join the band. I'm happy to say he didn't hesitate in giving us an answer. Stuart moved up almost immediately and just crashed on floors for the first couple of months. We started jamming and things felt great from the outset. Steve and Stuart instantly reconnected as a rhythm section. I was fortunate enough to have toured with Stu a year or so earlier, so I too had a good understanding of his playing. We were all on the same page.

We started writing and recording together. We were discovering the potential of the diversity we had. Steve and Stu came essentially from a grunge background and have always shown an in depth appreciation of many differing styles. I was starting to get into groups like Pearl Jam. I was inspired by their incredible ability to combine great poetry with both mellow and heavy musical backdrops. I was also still in love with indie bands like The Flaming Lips and I Am Kloot, who I continue to champion as one of the most under-rated bands of the last few years.

So things were good, if somewhat incomplete. We needed a fourth member. A lead guitarist. Anyone who has been in a band will know how important chemistry is. We actually knew loads of guitarists, but not many who would have fitted in. I didn't want to hold auditions again, because you can't possibly discover enough about a person in the twenty odd minutes you get with them. For this reason we were delighted when Greg Lake became the fourth and final band member. We were already good friends with Greg from the time he had spent playing with Sonara, so it instantly felt great being in a rehearsal room together. The picture was complete.

Since then (barring a couple of weeks off over Christmas) we have been writing and rehearsing in a not-so-secret location in Birmingham. We have appeared live just once since Greg joined, at The Rescue Rooms in Nottingham. Thanks to everyone who came. Over the coming months we intend to be much more frequent in our appearances, starting with tomorrow's gig at The Actress And Bishop in Birmingham. We hope to see you there.

Now that all this has been said, I suppose it feels like the opportune moment to make an announcement. It is with much gratitude to all of our fans and friends for all the love and support that we have received at each stage of our journey that I announce the end of Clarkesville. I will always be proud of what I have achieved under this name, the highlights being our success in Japan, supporting the likes of Sheryl Crow and The Polyphonic Spree and hell, just having my album in the shops! At times I will perhaps wonder how things might have been had we made different decisions along the way, or had our record company not collapsed. But in closing the curtain on what has for the most part been an enjoyable experience, I am pleased to announce the birth of an all new project. Tomorrow's gig will be the first appearance of 'The Deciphers'. This is not so much a name change as it is a whole new band. And I think I speak for everyone involved when I say that the feeling right now is one of excitement. I certainly haven't felt this driven in a long time. Long may it continue.

Please check out the temporary website we have up at www.thedeciphers.com for info on all the upoming gigs. We are in the process of building a new site which will be online in the coming weeks...and remember to stop by the message board and say hi!

God bless, and speak soon (I have broadband now, so there's no excuse!)

Michael

见到她也正好是我心情不好的时候,谁又会对中国电信的服务员有好感呢?大面积的蓝色工作服让人烦躁,更又是经过来回折腾换公交卡的遭遇,ERRRRRRRRRRR...我在和服务员争的面红耳赤时她出现了,(我一向很敏感对周遭的动静很警觉) 她就在我后面,没发出一点声音,大理石的地面有傍晚残阳的倒映,她趴在地上一垃圾桶旁, 镜头俯视的话她就象个吸尘器,远景就象个乞丐,近景象个外地人,特写是个布满皱纹的中年妇女,她手上有个婚戒,随着另一只手的晃动一闪一闪的,而另一只手在...她把张杂志纸折成一扇子用手动的力量在用力的煽着, 对,地上是她刚拖的地,一大片.湿的......所以你可以想见了,一个大厅的中间,一个人跪着,一个有家仕的......

其实每天我都在被感动着,之前也有个导演和我说过为什么拍农村题材的原因,我不信..但我越来越信了

A PAINLESS BOY

 

 

For   For myself, my parents and all my friends

 

                  

Chapter 1

 

 

I am getting USED TO PUT MY HANDS ON HER HANDS，

FOR A WHILE，

as if I was starting to feel I was secured AND I can even

FEEL HER BODY TEMPERATURE。

 

血就这么顺着我的袖管一滴一滴的滴下，象沙漏一样缓缓的持续的。

当我意识到我被水抱住的时候，我已经没了儿时的恐惧了，我的手就象

再一次搭在了别人的手背上，身体就这么下沉着，下沉。。。（音乐）是

地心引力还是自身的重力？没感觉吗？也不竟然，水压通过耳膜，鼻腔

里挤压着，冲撞着，我的脸一定是苍白的吧？至少我在电影里看了很多

次了，四肢僵硬，已经麻木了，当时的我定是迷乱着的,一定是的了，不

想退路了，因为这是我自己选择的。。。。？？？

   我也不知到我是怎么到TOWER BRIDGE桥头的，我沿楼梯走到顶，

一段平桥连接两个塔楼，一点不象电影里演的那样一生重要的画面象投

影仪投影一样不间断的在脑子里放映，可我没有，一片空白，手脚在发

抖，上下牙齿在打颤，就沿着这蓝色的平桥走到中间跳下吧。冬天的伦

敦说起来还真的满冷，两只脚并排一步一步的往中间移。雨滴着河水，

虽然紧张到听不到声音，但站着这么高和见着水花冲撞着就让你害怕，

不敢把脸继续朝THAMES RIVER的那面，换一面吧，小心翼翼的把脚

分开，一只脚象外张开30度，再45度，另一只脚再转半圈，哆嗦一下

转了过来，选了一个周间的早晨来，怕看到行人经过，不是怕人尖叫阻

止我，是我怕人，怕生人，怕人。。。从小就没胆大过。。

    “JIMMY，到这来”我摇摇晃晃，一颤一颤地晃到我母亲身边，

她总穿着白色的纱裙，白色的礼帽，她两手张开招呼我过去，扑到她

的怀抱，我咧嘴笑着倒在她的怀里，阳光洒在我们的身上，我把手搭

在她的手背上，温暖，就两个字，温暖，那是我人生中最温暖的时候吧。

    我有着和父亲一样的软的卷卷的头发，却不是金的，和母亲一样的

乌黑，眼睛却和爸爸一样，大的长长的睫毛，黑的深沉，深的别人看不透我，

再加上有如父亲一样很白的肤色和红色脸颊让我象洋娃娃一样，

在童年的记忆里家里总有开不完的宴会，穿着很漂亮配着珠宝的女人，

潇洒的夹着红酒杯和雪茄的男人，我总被打扮的象迷你的他们，

穿着小一号的西装戴着领结，每到宴会的开始伴随着音乐，

我从楼梯上走下来，客人总要走上前捏我的脸，我低下头，

接着他们就夸耀我真乖，父亲站在一边严肃不说话，

母亲站在离他不远不近的地方浅浅的微笑着，看来她对我的表现还满意。

呵，不说话就叫乖？好吧，随你们便吧。在和他们打完一圈招呼后，

我总是逃的远远的，我讨厌客厅里的烟味和客人嘴里的酒味，

多数的时候我会上楼走到我的房间关上房门摆弄我的那些积木，

叠起来，再用脚踢开，或者我就一定和我的一个好朋友在一起，

他的家离我家很近，但大不相同，很小很旧的房子，

从一条又窄又杂乱的石板路巷子进去，气味也和我家的不一样，

熏香，煤碳味，不知道在上海卖煤球的家里都是一样的吗？................待续..........

现在是晚上１点多，２４号，按一天一＂博＂的标准，我是在为第二天写的才是了，其实本来就没一天一＇勃＇的规距而且自从我把这而当做是中文的日记本我就可以想写什么就写什么了．
晚上到这个时候是很难睡的了，我睡眠不太好，临睡还总是喜欢把今天发生或说得话过一遍，哪些是可以改的，哪些是不该说的，好的是我第二天又都会忘记，所以我一直是我．．
刚在看了蔡康永的访问，他很聪明，曾经看过他的一本书＜那些男生教我的事＞快要内地发行了，他很聪明，我不聪明，可我被大大小小的人说过聪明，我不觉得自己聪明是因为我记性很差，而且聪明人干的事离我很远吧，人不觉得某些事是因为没得到求证，在得到ＰＡＵＬ　ＳＭＩＴＨ（服装设计师），ＢＲＡＩＮ（导演）说过几次我，我就觉得，好吧也许是有些吧，就象前一篇提到的，蔡也提到的是一路这么走了东西抓一点得来的吧．我只能说我很敏感，我是．我会用想的，再有就是画面，所以结果我的脑子很累，在北京见过很多导演，我知

染上毒药的箭总是箭拔弩张的,

它想被射出然后血光四溅,

血是黑色的那时--血带上了毒药的特性,

往往被射的人会挣扎,它想从痛苦中重生,

他闭眼又睁开,想用力的拔出箭.

 

箭头肆意地在肉体内狂放着,

TWIST AND TURN,

毒素缦延侵蚀着肉体的每一块,

随着血液从脚底冲向头颅,

 

你眼睛一黑闭上了眼,

你回想你回忆过去发生在你身上的一切,

箭弓发出了狂枉的笑声,它是配合你回想的交响乐.

 

你再一次睁开眼,

周围灿烂的变成了黑白.

LET ME GIVE YOU ONE TWO,

THIS IS LIFE SUPPOSE TO BE.

 

它在屡行它的工作,

它要让自己变得更加辉煌和灿烂,

从被你拔出的一刹那,

它又欢畅的飞奔去迎接它下一个对手,

它永远不知道多少人会在它边上倾倒,

而且它只要一击,弓箭不要站第二次,

它相信一箭是命中的,那是它高潮的喷发,

谁阻碍它的一刻谁就成了它的敌人,

它要你好看.

美：得过且过

　　芒果街上的小屋

台：创意市集

　　狂走日本

法：普鲁斯特美文选

中：逍遥游

 

ＤＶＤ：摩登时代，心动，十字街头，孔雀

 

 

有好的推荐给我留言．．．．．

慌言永远盖不了身体的血液，

我们只是凡夫俗子，

手背不同，手心打开是一样的白　（注：我们肤色不同）

你问我为什么要完美主义，

我问你为什么总是如此沉静，

是我会错意了吗，第一次见你的一刻，

可你告诉我世界只有为数不多的几个．．

 

ＷＥ　ＡＲＥ　ＴＨＥ　ＰＥＯＰＬＥ　ＦＩＧＨＴ　ＦＯＲ　ＯＵＲ　ＥＸＩＳＴＥＮＣＥ，

ＷＥ　ＤＯＮＴ　ＣＬＡＩＭ　ＴＯ　ＢＥ　ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ．

ＢＵＴ　ＷＥ　ＡＲＥ　ＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ　ＦＲＥＥ．

ＷＥ　ＤＲＥＡＭ　ＯＵＲ　ＤＲＥＡＭ　ＴＯＧＥＴＨＥＲ　ＷＩＴＨ　ＮＯ　ＲＥＳＩＳＴＡＮＣＥ．

 

你说你爱我，不过不在一个ＳＥＸＵＡＬ　ＷＡＹ　ＢＵＴ　Ｕ　Ｒ　ＮＯＴ　ＩＮＴＯ　ＳＥＸ．

所有的一切一切让我困惑．．

你欠我一顿饭，在我离开的那一天，在半边晴半边雨的ＳＯＨＯ．

 

你给我下了毒药，你说我们第一次见面时我们都同时做了＊＊＊＊那么一个动作，所以我还一直等待那样的一个人出现．．．

 

 

 

ＹＯＵ　ＡＳＫＥＤ　ＭＥ　ＷＨＹ　ＮＥＥＤ　ＢＥ　Ａ　ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴＩＯＮＩＳＴ．

Ｉ　ＡＳＫＥＤ　ＹＯＵ　ＨＯＷ　ＣＡＮ　Ｉ　ＢＥＣＯＭＥ　ＳＯ　ＣＡＬＭ．

ＩＴＳ　ＪＵＳＴ　ＳＯ　ＵＮＦＡＩＲ　ＷＥ　ＢＯＲＮ　ＩＮ　ＤＩＦＦＥＲＥＮＴ　ＷＯＲＬＤ．

ＩＴＳ　ＪＵＳＴ　ＳＯ　ＣＲＵＥＬ　ＳＯＭＥ　ＰＥＯＰＬＥ　ＳＵＦＦＥＲＩＮＧ　ＴＯ　ＳＵＲＶＩＶＥ．．．

建筑物是空间的影子,神是人类的影子.

女人是男人的影子,男人是女人的,孩子是父母的影子.

 

戏剧是人类行为的影子,电影是意识的影子,

摄影是时间的影子,科技是人类的影子,历史是权力的影子.

他打电话说.他打开我的冰箱看见只有半根黄瓜在里面,他突然想哭..他怕没有他的日子我不知道怎么过..

我说过两个人在一起.不一定相爱,两个人不在一起了却很爱着,有些相爱的人却不能在一起,有些人不再爱了不珍惜在一起的时光,没有后悔只有眼前的一分一秒,爱就爱了....

 

昨晚喝了多了些,不知道说了一些不该说的没,说了就说了,我担!

本来是不想倘这趟混水的，可我王叔，（王朔）最近出了新书可得帮一帮啊！

爱因斯坦说过＂如果Ａ等于成功，那么方程式就是Ａ＝Ｘ＋Ｙ＋Ｚ．Ｘ是工作，Ｙ是玩乐，Ｚ是闭嘴＂

我劝我叔好几次了他不听，北京人就乐意做这种事，瞎叨，几个朋友出去也是，从国家政治谈到街坊邻里，那动劲叫个大哦！！喔，对了是俺叔要出书了是吧！！？可不，他老了身材也不如咋李叔了（李敖）要不也闹个裸照啥的，要不就和徐姐（徐静蕾是这么拼得吧？？）出个　＜徐王争＂相＂＞写真集啥的！＂黎叔说了，做人要厚道＂他把杨老师（杨澜）也给骂了，都老大不小了，骂就骂了还道什么欠啊！爷们不是嘛？哪桩子事还没干过啊．．．

 

叔！　少抽烟！＂有话好好说＂！我和我同学说＂１８岁以下的都别买你那书了！＂　我１７岁买的＜王朔文集＞能退吗？凭你我关系没发票成吗？

 

爱老师的方程式是不管用了，他老要是在中国，开个两会也会被骂，北京天多冷啊！不穿皮袄成嘛！！！

 

大家看了别转发,我怕他冲到我家,冲我妈嚎叫!

 

新年买的费列罗的背面,都粘有新年快乐的中文字样,对,意大利的东西,很难想见国人的牌子在异地也会这么"贴心",胶纸的封口在衔接处有白色的标点物衔接,以便辩识,方便撕开,这样的例子在欧洲太多太多.穿衣服也是挑意大利的牌子,虽然一半是因为身型相似,另外却就是质感了,在和几个英国设计师一起工作后就越发明白了其中的难处.

 

北方和南方人相比也少了很多的精致,也许生煎馒头的摺子是比猪肉大葱的包子多吧..........

从艺术影象跳出的我/

在这浮躁出卖一切的时代/

一颗不安跳动的心脏/

在这里...

用镜头和笔当作武器/

 

No one is nature born artist/I am like a sponge/absorb everything around me/little by little.....

野 火

书被翻得扬扬撒撒,
书有时被压得不堪重压,
它想化为文字的力量,
却又薄如蝉纱.

你说你知古论今,你说你洋洋洒洒,
半夜一点你却不如它

它不是政治的奴才,
它不是犬贵的鞍马,
它不是名人的利益场,

它只是它,一如继往得 吐诉忠肠...

从今天这一刻,我开始开中文博客,在大一的时后自我介绍我就用英文说了"自己想做个简单的人"不知道自己现在是离那越近还是越远了,开博要谢个人,洪安,就只为了把中文的东西找个地方搁,没别的,也不是为给人看,就是怕自己瞎写的都找不到了,英文的BLOG不够写,所以.....谢谢....