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Sharing your life with someone, its not a simple concept at the best of times…. well with Sally Reynolds its mighty complex. One of my best mates, Alex Young, not a stranger to some extremes of his own, ( he can be as happy watching the Incredible String Band as he can listening to Minor Threat whilst merrily punching himself in the head), was laughing at me the other night. Having looked after my manic cat, who perfectly embodies the personality of sally, he said to me some shit along the lines of ‘i dont know how you do it, but it makes me laugh my fucking balls off watching you and that girl off yours. You with your over developed love of Beat, Kerouac and coffee and sitting back and thinking everything out, and then this fucking force of mental excitement that your girl is… it cracks me up watching you too wind each other up and fuck knows how you manage to get along in the same house..but that girl is the funniest fucker you’ll ever meet… and feel like stabbing.” or words to that effect but with far more eloquence of course…. I should taped that boy cos hes a riot himself but anyways it got me thinking that at least its not just me, at least he sees it too. Theres this wonderful girl, who even got up and spoke unprompted with elegance, thought and such love at my dads funeral and this ball of energy thats a snarling hell cat, and everything in between. If you have ever experienced Ms Reynolds in person you’ll know what i mean, and what he means, but if you havent then batten down the hatches, you’ll hear her coming but sometimes thats just not enough warning.

These few snaps are from the recent trip from NYC, via Boston, thru Virginia and West Virginia we made last week. Now you all know I aint one of those goading photographers, I dont prompt or provoke, and i hate people playing up to my camera, this is just the Reynolds whirlwind in effect, Give her coffee, or as in the spoon pic, a sugar coated sundae and thats it, shes off burning like a football sized lump of sodium dropped into a swimming pool, you cant pick it up cos it’ll burn your hands off, but you can run around the edges smiling and pointing till its just a perfect little ball dissolving in the water and fizzling out… (its just that somehow like some kind of terminator2 she rejevunates every few hours)….

being with her is entirely like the Nirvana song Aneurysm, in fact shut your eyes and listen to the the live version from “From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah” and its perfectly her….. listen

so this is just a sample, more to come but i had to keep one clean so odisie isnt offended…..

This is normally how it starts.....

Or try it with a little refined sugar (crazy eyes are starting)

'I'm gonna be a drummer, you reckon i can drum, i really wanna be a drummer... look watch me drum.....GAHHHHHH I AM DRUMMING......'

'drive with me on the car.... come on drive... i can stay on...'

' yes...huh...whats up with your fucking face mr snappy snaps snap...'

after yet more drumming, finishing big...

I have no idea what she was doing here, but I was doing about 70mph down a mountain

even in a moment of reflection she seems to channel Ozzy....

odisie, or ‘her al pal’ was spot on…. its a glorious struggle, but damn it sally

“Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and shoot the shit”

She in NYC right now, if you are there watch the fuck out…..

Posted on Monday, September 21st, 2009 at 10:59 am in General opinionated rants that I will later regret..