Saturday 29 December 2012

2012..... 
ear to the ground

As we near the turning of the calender, it's time for me to offer up my lists.. as that's what folks tend to do around this time.
When people ask me what type of music I like or listen to, I tell them the type that goes in my ears. I couldn't possibly attempt to break it down any further than that. There's just so much out there to like. Having said that, I'm offering up ten albums released this year that changed my life. I can only say that this is quintessential listening for me, like food. But not all meals go down the right way. In each, memories are triggered, some good, some not so. It's the nourishment that's lasting.
In no particular order, I've enjoyed lashings of these, devouring at will...

Band of Skulls - Sweet Sour 
Alternative Rock offering from these young legends on the UK scene.

The 2 Bears - Be Strong
Electronic Chunky House from these 2 ubermaestros. The London sound.

Sharon Van Etten - Tramp
Folk music with a fresh and cutting edge. Sharons pinings and talent are hypnotic.

Breton - Other Peoples Problems
Electronic something-or-other. Young south London geniuses creating their very own A/V feast.

Alt-J - An Awesome Wave
Indie / Alternative.. call it what you will. Their sound is making waves around the world.

Chet Faker - Thinking in Textures
Electronic Soul. Downtempo beats and sweet lyrics from this Melbournian craftsman. 

Bloc Party - Four
Indie RocknRoll. The punchy fourth offering we thought we'd never get.

Japandroids - Celebration Rock
Full-Noise Rock from this duo out of Vancouver BC. Punching so far above their weight

Silversun Pickups - Neck Of The Woods
Indie-Rock gurus pull out another masterpiece. Terribly underated in my eyes.

Sinkane - Mars
Experimental. An eclectic record with some truly wonderful tracks. Music evolving. 

To produce a top ten track list is far more difficult. Leaving aside entirely a plethora of songs from the albums above, perhaps the likes of, and again in no particular order:

Dreary Town  by Nadine Shah 
spine tingling vocals by this yet to be released northern lass. 

Madness  by Muse 
what can I say.. probably single of the year!

A Love Like Infinity  by FU 
- taster off the debut ep due out early 2013, i can't wait.

Wraith  by Peace 
- debut album due in 2013, they will go large.

It's Too Late  by Wild Belle 
- debut album due early 2013, unpidgeonholeable, destined for greatness.

Youth in Trouble  by The Presets 
- another huge tune from the Aussie duo, underworldly.

Jasmine  by Jai Paul 
- a dusty ground-out lo-fi gem that strains ones very fibres. Right up there.

Chain of Fools  by Frank B 
- proper phat chicago treatment of Aretha by an Irish up-n-comer.

A&E (Random Acts)  by Clean Bandit 
- quirky stonker from the fringes that will fill the floor.

Lay it Down  by The Rubens 
- laidback indierock splendour out of Menangle, of all places.


These records will undoubtedly continue to move me in some way shape or form well into the future. I hope somewhere in there amongst these 20 artists, you might find something that moves you too. 
street art by ears&adnate

Saturday 22 December 2012

Seasons Greetings

At last, the working year is fini. I slept in my own bed for the first time in a month last night, and I can't tell you how wonderful that was. There's just nothing like it is there?
The result was a deeply enriched sleep and upon waking, a vaguely familiar arousal. Yes, I am home, this is my bed, I can do as I please.
Except that wasn't the case. I've a small mountain to climb in order to prepare myself for the festivities that this time of year offers up. And it all starts today with our annual orphans Xmas lunch-slash-boozeup-slash-pubcrawl-slash-houseparty. For those of us who never get to make it home proper. I've even bought some new threads for the event! Not pictured.
Before I started thinking of the days events though, and in my morning pre-arousal state, my mind wandered into the cyber-realm and to this space.. far too neglected of late, but through no fault of my own. I pondered the various places and spaces into which this message might reach, and I thought what better way to impart some very personal and heart-felt cheer than to offer up a slice of full frontal nudity, by way of greeting card.
So I sprang out of bed and knocked up a little something with you, my dear readers, in mind.


I've not to be back at work until January 2 and I've the house to myself.. so I promise to wrap the year up with some hopefully valuable entries, including the long (very long) overdue culmination of my role play adventure, choice cuts of the year, another plug or two and a choice butt to boot.
Most importantly I would sincerely like to wish everyone a safe and rather splendid festive season. Spare a thought for those less fortunate, and offer a warm and welcome hand wherever you can. Xbhp

Friday 7 December 2012


BHP weighs in on... Addiction.

So I’m addicted to lots of things. 
Like coffee. I’m a one a day man.. but it must be one a day. When I first arrive at work. Triple espresso. No sugar. No milk. No bullshit. Then it’s tea for the rest of the day. Green. Clean and soothing. 
I’m addicted to laughter and hilarity of any type. I’m drawn to it, like a moth to light, like a fly to poo. It drags me in like the death stars tractor beam. 
I’m addicted to the scent of Frangipani. The yellow and white ones. Not the pink. If I could inhale one scent all day every day for the rest of my years, I’d choose it. 
Most of all I’m an addict of music.. of the tune. What very little time I have to myself, outside of work, is spent in search of, or in the company of, or just basking in, that which comes out of instruments, preferably amplified and delivered through a fuck-off sound system (read: big). Sometimes I find a song that reverberates through me with such a purpose, a sublime grace and searing ease that I believe it to be made exclusively for me. And my addictive personality takes over. Here is one such song that I happened across recently. It is as yet unreleased.. although Soundcloud could well be considered a platform for release. I'd like to share it with you.
Listen if you will. It’s my choice cut #22
By a group of people, possibly a band, more a gathering out of London’s east end. (As far as I can tell). There’s more than enough in this track to nab me. Hook line and sinker. I will find them.. and see them live.

They are FU, or Former Utopia
The track is titled A Love Like Infinity’

Find it here.
https://soundcloud.com/search?q=a%20love%20like%20infinity

Friday 23 November 2012

letter to a pretty girl


I so love it when you wrap your hands around me..
In that purposeful gaze I see your imagining..
I share it too
Project my want onto you.
With a deft touch you roll back my skin..
The swelling crown demonstrates my desire, clearly..
The mood I’m in.
And as you push weighty heated breath upon me, it’s all too much..
Rigor mortis sets in..
You make it ohh so easy
and obvious
these things you do
anticipations strangling me.
Ruby lips part
Your tongue finds my undercarriage
And then it starts.
Your search and rescue.
And in these bliss-filled moments
I realise just how much I’m into you.

Wednesday 14 November 2012

Choice Cuts  #21

Your Sister
by
Findlay

Fresh off the press is this absolute screamer from a young and seriously up-and-coming Mancunian. There must be something in the water up there as it's a veritable breeding ground of musical talent.
There are shades of Joplin, Patti Smith and Bowie all mixed in one here. Can't be a bad thing right?
The film clip too.. is beyond sexy. Tune in, turn up and turn on.

You can follow this link if you so choose-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSt_GZuGxP0

Saturday 3 November 2012

BHPlugs..
'a love you cannot live without' and other works


Every once in while an artist reaches out and manages to grab me by the proverbials.. Actually it happens more often than once in a while. But I am picky.

(wire graffiti)

I constantly find myself drawn inexorably to the unusual, a little bit of oddity, partial to a slice of romance, poetry, lashings of humour and a smattering of sex (preferably combined). 












I'm also a huge fan of installation art, and people who are willing to put their thoughts/emotions/demons out on display, like meat in a butchers window, for the carrion seekers to pick at. 


Enter David Zalben

A remarkable man, who is doing remarkable things... with wire. A bit of a journeyman and a pioneer, of sorts.. Is how best I could describe him. He's trod a very intriguing path for sure. Bottom line is, he works with a fascinating medium to create astoundingly captivating visual art that is almost tangible, but then not quite. Essentially 3 dimensional but without substance. 

(my room)

See for yourself.. and judge, if that's your cup of tea. For me, he is an inspiration. What he can create with the simplest of tools, a driving passion, and nous, is truly astonishing. 



A man I would gladly prop up the bar with, in any number of Miami's deliciously naff drinking establishments. 
(wire graffiti)

Friday 26 October 2012

Just a simple suggestion.


Fall..
..heavy
completely
into these arms my sweet
with all manner of weight
and expectation
have neither single doubt
nor resignation
for this very moment
I’ve been waiting all my days
That intent filled smile
suggestive
once captured
I'll carry away,
for keeps.

Thursday 25 October 2012

a tad extra slice this month..
P.O.V

When I look down.. this is what I see..

But what I'd really fancy.. 
is you.. 
looking up at me..

Sunday 14 October 2012

choice cuts #20...

Spiders
by
Editors
Probably in my top 5 current live acts getting around, although they've been a little quiet of late.. (perhaps in the studio recording).
This track is one of those that I like to listen too when I've woken up on the darker side of the bed. You know the place. It can't always be sweetness and light, can it? Not for me it seems. And so I like to delve into tunes that empathise with my mood, enhance what it is I'm feeling, in order to explore the spectrum of my experience and the lasting effects on my memory. On me. This track, does just that.
(no cause for alarm)

So I’ll just sit here and wait
For continental drift to take me
Someplace warm
Where the mulberries have no worms
Where time is more tolerant
And swifter on my wounds
Where memories fade faster
And more completely
And the surreptitious laughter of angels fills the room.
If you search hard enough
You’ll find me there amongst the rogues,
The misfits, the circus fanfare
And all those vying for the attentions of the pretty things
Made ever more fetching since they lost their wings
Through circumstance of course, not deeds
(so they say)
And so I wait
A morose unearthly undercurrent threatens to take
Me someplace worn
Someplace sedate

Illustration- SamWeber
Words- bhp

Saturday 13 October 2012

x-ray vision

It's funny how things come about.. particularly when you involve children.
I was having a wonderful conversation with my 5 year old niece yesterday, who has only recently come around to speaking with me over the phone.. She's only met me a couple of times, and the deep voice on the end of the receiver used to frighten her. Not anymore.. now she just prattles on and on and on. I love it. She's incredibly astute for her age, and hilarious. I was on speaker phone so my sister and the other kids could hear me and chime in from time to time. They must have recently been getting into super heroes, because she asked me what my super power would be, if I could have any one in the world. Off the top of my head I said X-Ray Vision.. And she cackled.. Why? The ubiquitous response.. I had to think fast.. So that I could look inside all the animals and people who were sick and see what's wrong with them so they could be fixed. In the background I heard my sister (what can only be described as) guffaw. Because she knew only too well for what purposes I would use my super vision. I'm guessing you do too.

But what would you good folk out there choose, if you could, as your super power? Do tell.


Friday 28 September 2012

Role Play
The Abduction
part 8
“See.. I told you good girls get their rewards”
She was face down into the mattress with a serious case of post orgasmic shudders. Whether or not she was listening mattered little. I stroked her satisfaction into the thin skin that covered the prominent, blood engorged veins of my enhanced cock. I stood there and actually marvelled at modern medicine, and wondered how this super drug ever came about? The more I thought about it, the more a growing ache built inside me. I hadn’t come yet, although I could have numerous times. I have my very own fetish, one of several, and it’s got everything to do with restraint. I enjoy being brought to the precipice and guided back down only to be brought back again, and so on and so forth. But this was an entirely different kind of ache. And it bothered me. Perhaps a tight little ass might provide me some satisfaction. And my hard-bodied sex slave appeared to be offering hers up.
“Time to relieve myself”
I knelt behind C and massaged the pale globes of her butt. One by one I coaxed the beads out of her, each bringing a delicate whimper from their host.
“You know what’s coming don’t you?”
Her whimpers became more pronounced. I removed the beads and tossed them on the mattress, not far from C’s face. “You won’t need those anymore”
I greased my pole with the sumptuous excess of love still present around C’s cunt and introduced my crown to her back door. I gently rocked forward and teased her tightness, threatening to push in and take her. She was resisting, with senses heightened I could feel the tension at the tip of my cock.
“Such a resilient little arse-hole”
I nudged and prodded at her as she tried to keep the wolves at bay.
“But I will get in”
Her resistance served only to excite me further. I’ve never felt my prick so hard, so thick.  I tapped at her door with a metronomic swing and, before too long, she let me in. I paused there for a moment, at the point where the entire head is yet to disappear.. this for me, is the place I adore most. The very entry itself.. its sensation, my delight is centred around the next inch. C tried to steal my thunder, leaning back on me..
“No.. this is my moment, you’ve had yours”
‘Fuck’  ..her retort.
I remained there poised, almost drunk on the sensation, the anticipation, like that 15 seconds before a storm breaks.. before nature takes it primal course. She knew what was coming.
In one painfully slow and measured stroke I pushed the entire length of slick and throbbing cock into C. Cramming such a tight space is a deliriously sublime feeling, outside description, way out, in the stars somewhere.
Once C had accepted my presence there we began to fuck. Dirty, bound and restrained bottom sex. The sort of fucking that brings water to the mouth.. cursing and animal type noises from deep within. A very healthy state of being.
I clamped onto C and rocked into her with a venomous lust. I felt her body purr as I had my way, her want mirroring my own. I clawed at her tits and hips, gathering purchase with which to deliver each carnal blow. The sound of weightened balls slapping on her pretty piece served notice of my intent. I couldn’t and wouldn’t last long in here.
‘Fuck me’
C had changed her tune completely.. I knew she was a dirty bitch, but her mouth turned completely potty. She now begged for debasement and spurred me on. I was reduced to a slobbering, rabid fuck machine. She’d bewitched me yet again. I gave her everything and more, every concentrated fibre of my being poured into this connection. And as the seed inside my balls reached critical mass, and my body began to buzz and hum she did the perfect thing and asked..
‘I wanna see you come... please... can I taste it?’
“What?” in such a state I had to double take.
‘I wanna taste your cum’
“Holy shit” I thought that out loud, scarcely believing what I’d heard.
Slowing my movements to a deliberately decadent pace, I focused once more. Not easily done at the knifes edge of climax.
“You may”
Removing myself from C’s arse was a painful experience.. I wanted so badly to stay there.. one minute more. But then who am I to deprive this vixen of her filthy needs.
With great effort I stood and concentrated on the task at hand. I easily wrangled C’s tidy and constricted frame so that she was sitting up.. hands still locked neatly by her ankles. She looked up at me through tousled locks and opened her mouth.
‘Come on’ she breathed.. showing me her tongue.
Here I stood, towering over this precious little bound and controlled thing, and it was she who had me in the palm of her hand. With subversive eyes and those two words, I became her play thing. And it felt good.
I rolled my hand over the ribboned veins and ridges of thickened meat and she followed my every move. I could see her hands struggling at the bindings and knew she needed to touch herself. There’s something boundlessly erotic about masturbating for your lover, and vice versa. C eyed me up and down, taking in every manly edge, I felt her desire burning into me when our eyes met. I clasped my balls and kneaded them, not so gently. As I did C licked her lips and asked again..
‘Come for me’
I worked my cock to a familiar rhythm and felt the murmurings of an immense climax.. built up over many hours, many days in fact, for I’d been saving myself for C. Random muscles began to flicker and the trees closed in on me.
‘That’s it’
Barely breathing, I pump my cock..
‘Yeah’
I hold it back with every last molecule of resistance.. But then the heavens open up. A searing ecstasy tears through me, whole bodied and vicious convulsions take over as I do my upmost to direct the tremendous shower of silky lust towards my lovers’ palate, with only limited success. I give her my best. And as the remnants of a billion swimmers ripple from my being, I introduce my swollen crown to C’s mouth. She lovingly removes any trace and, feeding generously on my cock, eyes her approval. She takes me deep within her throat and stays there, as her reward I offer the last pulsing seed before removing myself.
“Fuck”
I’ve no other descriptive. I’m drained, but my cock has barely wilted. C looks up at me.. as my senses trickle back in, I survey the scene.
“There’s’ cum all over you” I state proudly, impressed with my work.
Click... Whirrr
Click... Whirrr..
I capture the opaque and glistening puddles on her breasts.. her hair and face. 
"But.. I'm not finished with you yet"

Thursday 27 September 2012

BHPlugs..

Being an avid reader of comic books since, well lets just say I’ve read quite a few, has not only enabled me to escape momentarily into a largely innocent world of fantasy, but it exposes me to upcoming artists, story-tellers, through both written word and illustration.


 It comes as no surprise that a young uber-talent by the name of Sam Weber is now making his mark with forays into the far wider reaching medium of commercial art, or to put it more succinctly.. commercial art has found him. And good on him. 


I first became aware of his work as cover artist on a run of House of Mystery comics for a major American publisher.. It’s funny, but even back then I was struck by the unworldly talent this guy displayed, and pegged him for greatness. So if you’ve never heard of him, familiarise yourself with his name and work. And if it strikes a chord, pass it on. 

Wednesday 26 September 2012

choice butts #7...

That spot.. 
that one damn spot of beauty 
etched in such graphic detail upon my framework
my fibres
the matters grey
tormented not just in my waking hours
I kiss you in my sleep 
How can one spot..
be so damn sweet?