Author: Andrea Martin-Banks

The Surrey riders and heavy horses bode too the Isle of Wight Fest, in 1970 – THE WELCOME RETURN OF OUR SURREALIST WRITER, ERIC LASTICK                     (LANCASHIRE)  The historical figure named Jethro Tull–set proper on an old English Pub wall, as rightfully the god-lander figure of all… Continue reading JETHRO TULL’S TWO LYRICAL CHARACTERS, AQUALUNG & CROSS-EYED-MARY, COME TO LIFE & JOIN WITH THE BAND

ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN AND INNER CONTINENTAL … (TRAVEL LOG) First stop, Orilla Ontario. Gordon Lightfoot of the Canadian back logs beneath the wooded and the rain. Fast freeze gale winds build’s of the Toronto dark auburn spirals and it’s take to winter. Color blender like a poser of the bluffs across dark dull blue… Continue reading ROCK ‘N’ ROLL CANADA…THE RECORDING ARTISTS OF CROSS COUNTRY DREAMS:

ANOTHER STUNNER FROM OUR GREAT SURREALIST ERIC LASTICK On the road following the fray of the four cornered rooms…set momentary of the bohemian, old as like new, to the wake of ”the bearded”, and the curly haired piano poets; Eucalyptus humps and sails by Wednesday…a tempered garden grow—with it’s tills to the winter. Bohemian blossom… Continue reading BEATNIK FORERUNNERS OF OLD REACHES TO THEIR NEW BOHEMIAN WRITTEN LIFE STORIES

Another stunner from our own Eric Lastick MARDI GRAS ON THE LENS: Chieftain Bordeaux prepares at his craftsman warehouse for the best tribe’s person’s winnings in these hardened times of 1929. A  real placement of maddening depression—sweeping all across the Louisiana Parish lines, and right here at 4th and Pine, New Orleans. Bordeaux, racing with… Continue reading PICTURE THIS… HARD TIMES AND THE MARDI GRAS

Happy times ahead from our SURREALIST WRITER ERIC LASTICK and the small team at the site! Have a good one – Leigh, Andrea and Eric!   ( IN SINGLE OCCUPANT PRISON CELL) DOCTOR LECTER DRAWS UP A CLOWN: He applies the finish brush works of an oil painting of ‘a clown’..Treasuring his psychological works of… Continue reading DOCTOR HANNIBAL LECTER’S  CHRISTMAS STOCKING STUFFER FROM HIS OWN ‘GOTHIC’ QUARTERS CALLED HOME

By our magical surrealist and poet Eric Lastick  (1) SELF PORTRAIT: Sketch me a million faces of home. Knowledge is the lines which frame and uncover. God speeds time often…and right—-away; though it may not seem it. Judge us not, this weather storm, for seldom not seem, the forgettable hills we climb of frustration…and ‘in’… Continue reading THE TWO MIRRORED IMAGES OF VINCENT VAN GOGH…& BOB DYLAN’S PAINTED WAX FIGURE DREAM

I tend to toe the hard-line of shifting sands within humanity as far as the Talking Dead are concerned. I believe that anything artificial is pointless – like sweeteners, squirty cream and squidgy frozen Scampi with soft centres. But all the above can be pleasant in their own way, bright presentation, smiley packaging and, yes,… Continue reading FEAR THE TALKING DEAD … HOW AI ROBOTS ARE EATING UP OUR BRAINS AND LYING IN THE MESS

ERIC LASTICK’S LATEST PIECE FOR US – TECHY PROBS CAUSED A DELAY, BUT WE ARE HERE NOW! EARLY MORNING RIDER: Snow layered like the white sands of covered gold wraps…a treasured Winter’s day, steadying lives like mended fences that secure and send—rightful our work is good. Move swift the time we have which cures the… Continue reading IN THE DEPTHS… AND OUT OF THE SHADOWS ON HOW THE WEST WAS WON…