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Dimitra Daisy
The girl who can't stay still (or in one country at least)

If she doesnt smile it will rain
And for while, for that moment you were busy watching him sing that and singing along, the phrase kids like you made sense; and you could even say it out loud - sing it - and no one would think of laughing at you. Honestly, what more can you a

On Nothern Skies and a Documentary About Nick Drake
I had not been so quiet (inside) for a long time, and for that I was thankful to the night and the pictures in the screen in front of me. Sentences formed themselves in the back of my head

The best thing about the Friends of the Heroes
I have thought about it a lot and I have concluded that sometimes the best things are the ones you have not expected.

Notes on the weather
"I bet that if you tried one single time you'd get it." It's not an admittance of my suberb aiming and pebble-throwing skills, probably because these are none-existant; it's a 'life's funny like that' sort of statement, and we laugh.

"Swooning is more important than studying because contrary to popular belief life is not a leisure time activity". Discuss.

Guess How Much I Love You (part two)
- But you have nowhere to go anyway! You're on holiday, who cares if you get there later!!

Writing of you
...a southern town that summer hadn't left yet, her room, her yellow curtains, her blue sheets, falling asleep next to her with a record playing, the way she looked at the coffee maker while waiting for coffee to be ready...

Nostalgia homesickness and other kinds of longing
...and I write down lists of things that can make me cry and I count down the days to the moment the clocks will go forward and we'll all be thrust towards the future a little faster.

Spring songs & homemade heartaches
...and wanting to write "and did you care, when I cut my hair?" on a hundred walls even though I haven't cut my hair in quite a while and and I have no discernable wish to do so, either.

When stars come out to play the years went by and my love only grew bigger, the "bloke from Holy Joy", whoever he was, became one of my heroes.

I told you so
...because all of a sudden we were having the greatest times, the sort of times I'd had in mind all throughout winter and spring when I kept singling along to the Tidy-ups or repeating to myself summer will be really nice.

Hefner & Me
...I was standing under a tree outside a record shop (honest) and the boy who worked there said "come here and listen to this it is the record of the week, and you will love it".

Interlude: Eastercolours
...when I lift my eyes from whatever it was I was looking I see the flower market bathing in early evening sunlight and I fall in love with the sight, the place and the time so badly I have to come back every year.

The Mon Gala Papillons Memoirs
...when you can have the whole wide world packed in a simple, short song with rough edges, half-badly played, yet capturing enough sadness to make it stop turning and enough innocence to make it start again?

Songs that make you go silent
"Come with me, we must get out of here. Let's go to Paris. I've never been there, but it looks great." Maybe one day I will stop being in love with Roger's voice but I hope the future will always look like Paris in this song.

Dear boy with the stripy hat
A boring, almost desolate town where nothing ever happens, only good for really quaint weekends away and Sarah records song videos. There was one of those songs in my head too - a song about heartache I'm not old enough to own.

On winter and sunshine I
Ahead and above the cranes from the docks mark the place we want to get to. The sky's blindingly blue and there's sunlight everywhere, even in my heart.

On the greatness of small things (first draft)
All I remember is leaning hopelessly against the bus stop and half-whispering when really I needed to shout: "Your life is your biggest work of art."

The Sweetness Lies Within
And I wouldn't know anyway, as we only ever talked about records. I don't say that. We're the sort of boys that talk about things through talking about records, and he was pretty great at it.

Say it loud, I'm p!o!p! and proud #2:
And yes - my life does revolve around Belle and Sebastian, but you know I'm trying to change this. That - and not the fact that I had booked my flights already when Belle and Sebastian announced their tour dates, no is the reason why I decided to fly to

What spring is for
As I sigh some more and swear to myself I'll try harder -even harder, as hard as it gets- the night creeps through my spring coat and my t-shirt; it touches my skin and makes me feel alive in places I had forgotten I owned.

Rebecca's Birthday (part one)
At that magical, half-forgotten time when her grandmother was still alive and spent her evenings sat in the dark listening to her radio Rebecca was small enough to fit between the windowsill and the ground.

Some day I will find a way to show you why the Aislers Set are great
Because some day I will convince you that if you were a bit more pop you would be happier...

Wearing our little pop hearts on our sleeves (in London and in Sweden)
Because their movement corresponded to that of the feelings in my own heart and also because Chris promised my life would change if I overcame my fear of rollercoasters, I decided to go on one with him.

On winter and sunshine II
Give me strength to get through life. Give me grace to do it well. Make me someone who does the world good. And let it be right that I want to hold his hand.

Why the Aislers Set are great (reprise)
I could not tell them why I was right, but I knew. There were moments in these songs that could change the world, if given a chance.

Hefner & Me - part 2
I do not know what you think, but I think that you have to have faith to be able to shout "there is a rat in me kitchen, what am I gonna do?" like, I do not know, a five year old in a playground.

The bits in between the bits in between
I looked at the book. It didn't look like it was for me - the cover looked all wrong and so did the title and the names of the characters on the random page I looked at. I looked at myself. I look young, and my, do I swing between wonderful and hopeless.

Love Pop Faith Fun Punk & An Interview With Nixon
I think there are too few songs for the times you feel really happy. When I'm sad I can think of thousands suitable songs, but when I'm really happy it's much harder to find good music.

Algebra Spaghetti vs The Real World
I tried to save the day but it didn't work.

Stop Looking Down on Harry Potter
I was cleaning the bathroom and goodness knows why I was thinking about Harry Potter (cause you thought a house elf would come in handy? - ed.) when suddenly it dawned on me. It's the sort of story everyone -or well, almost everyone- likes to read

Say it loud, I'm p!o!p! and proud #1: The Try A Little Sunshine story
I've thought about it a lot and I concluded that this is what what innocence is all about: the feeling that you are new to things and all the enthusiasm and romanticism in approach that this results in. I have also concluded that this is a situation in wh

Postcards from a city by the sea
It is old and new - more old than new maybe but I am not sure. It is also beautiful and ugly at the same time, but this sounds kind of cheesy. More specifically it has an elegant beauty in some places, and a majestic beauty in some others; and some times

On all sorts of summer and football
It might sound unpleasant but since all we can do is move towards the future we may as well look forward to it, and so I do. Or maybe it is just that I like to think that time is on our side.

In defence of the summer #1
It reminds me that when I finished school I swore I would never get bored and I didn't for one moment think I'd have to try: it was inconceivable that I could ever get bored when I didn't have to be at the same place every day or learn Latin.

Christmas & Cooking/Greek Christmas Sweets
It was not until a couple of hours later when she emerged on the door of my room and asked me if they have Greek Christmas sweets in England... I admitted that they do not.

What the train station really means
It wasn't a great place to be, really: it was damp even though the day had been sunny and the grass around it was spotted by rubbish and bits of broken glass and even the view didn't amount to much.

A song for the Friends of the Heroes
It's not just about the things we love and how much we love then. It is also a protest against the years of vague unhappiness; a fight against what someone named the lack of dignity in every day living.

A letter, the Clientele and London
Leaning against the windowsill looking at North London skies I remembered all the times the Clientele had made me dream of London. I had pined for moments like the ones described in their songs.

Who is Mr Gavin James Mcgregor Dunbar?
Me. Right. I'm from Glasgow. My favourite band is New Order. I support Partick Thistle. And I like vodka. Actually I don't drink it much these days, forget that.

The first ink polaroid and the reason why
Meanwhile, the idea has left its home in the sky and it was travelling fast through the atmosphere of the planet... it landed on the bed, among us the empty cups of tea and the Lucksmiths, Sodastream and Magnetic Fields records.

Some slow afternoon and what keeps me going
Music keeps me going because it makes my heart beat faster, poetry because it brings tears to my eyes, love, because it makes me melt inside. Cute boys because they seem like the promise of all happiness.

Rebecca's Birthday (part three)
Odin only ever told the truth when it was absolutely necessary. And in his opinion, that wasn't very often.

Confessions of a pop fan
On the day the clocks went forward rain fell softly on the pavement outside my window. People in raincoats and old-fashioned (or maybe just plain old) umbrellas paraded by, half-hidden by the flowers.

An alphabet poem
P is for the paper planes we made at the train station even though they didn't want to fly, and for pink lemonade

Byron's Girlfriend, (The Real) Tuesday Weld and Fosca play in Athens
Part of the audience had just walked away while part of the part that had stayed was bouncing ecstatically in front of the stage and made the whole thing feel quite like a party.

How I fell in love with April Rains
Rain wasn't an indispensable April ingredient until last year, when north-eastern greek weather decided to be poetic and presented us with a series of almost perfect days. Most of these days followed a pattern.

An interview with a band called Handsome Train
September is just a song that is made of and wants to create a special mood by telling a story about loss. Different fragments of pure thoughts are combined into a song that definitely tells you something, but not in an explicit way.

Guess How Much I Love You
She smiled when she opened the door for him, while singing along to records, while staring out of the window, and he had just discovered he could smile down at books.

Why the Aislers Set are great - An interview with Amy Linton
So I suppose if we can make a group of people upset enough to sit around and complain all day on their computers there must be someone out there who sits around and listens to our records and smiles.

More notes on February
So we get our coats, So we get our coats, shoes and mobile phones, a mixtape and a chocolate bar and set off in what I think is a southbound direction. I only think so cause I know the sea lies south of Athens...

Notes on February
Something I would like to be able to describe without getting poetic on you, but how can I make you feel what it's like to idly sit on a bench at twilight under a circling flock of birds?

Places where we shouldn't really be
That's what it was like, because that's what it was. We took turns to talk a lot as we walked away, bought some beer after pretending to consider a bottle of champagne and disappeared into the small streets.

Clerkenwell, love stories and an interview with Stephen Coates
The book and the soundtrack share the same themes... It is the autobiography of devil and his love story with an angel... A love story that went wrong.
Don't they all?

Lost but happy
The door is at the end of a corridor which is on the top of some stairs which are in a rather run-down building which is some way on the other side of the railtracks from where I live. It's past our bedtime, we're shy and tipsy and wondering what's on the

What days are for
The postcard is one of a painting of the sky. The poem says that days are to be happy in. It is nice - it is strong and catchy. (Now that you are gone, I can say a poem is catchy without your condescending looks or your charmed smiles.) It is written in y

Friends of the Heroes memories, instalment one: I get so sentimental
The simple beauty of turning a text document into a webpage. Discovering we have still have new ideas after all this time. The sheer fact that we've kept going for two years, despite everything. Despite ourselves.

Here's to the summer
There was a cool breeze and hot sun and tourists and too much sunshine and though I had a hundred things to do I couldn't care less. All I could think of was "holidays!" and how the world looks utterly lovely on them sometimes.

Sunday Newspapers/It is A Big World
They described a world that can be annoying, or unkind, or insane, but also amusing, funny, interesting - a lot of things, but inspiring was not one of them.

A story and the reason why
This site is meant to be a weekly reminder that the world can be magical and generous sometimes; and that someday, it may behave like that to you.

Spring's restoration
What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't think that this is all about counting my blessings. What it mostly is is an excercise in finding poetry in as many places as I can. On a good day, I can every try pointing it out to you.

Rebecca's Birthday (part two)
When he managed to contain himself, he said in an amused voice: "I know who you are. You are Rebecca, the girl who wants to build sandcastles."

Birthdays, Thursdays and the reason why
When something means that much to you, keeping going is a lot easier than giving up. Giving up is not really an alternative.

Lines, heroes, faith and magic, and an interview with Johny Brown
You always think there is something that separates you from your heroes... but there are days when the world gets drunk, or something, and it behaves a bit differently than usual; and on days like these such lines can, sometimes, be crossed.

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