Welcome all to ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐น๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ผ๐ง๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฉ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ playlists.
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Charles writes about everything and nothing for an entire centuryโฆ
It all started in a red Mercedes with Veronica. This was to be my legacy. Merhabalar (hello, how are you) seemed like a good way to start, as I didn’t want to seem blue over you – at least not so soon. Another week, another story. If I wrote about love, I’d hear you plead “don’t break my heart” – as if I would do such a thing. But hold on, if I were to see my lover again, my dreams of another summer of romance would come true. If Xaligha is the demon of dissonance then I am to be the arrow of love. Never mind the colour of my panties, or whatever I choose to write about that week, just hold me. Hold my hand as I walk deep into my very own dungeon – we’re like family now, no? Again and again, every week I write like a groundhog may or may not, as I attempt to create a capricho รrabe – an Arabic style of architectural fantasy. But as that’s something I don’t know about, I might not always succeed. Some weeks you may open up the pages and wish for me to stop, but I keep holding on to my position with pride and with blind ego. Maybe that’s a mistake on my part – cue the Boo-Boo song…! Or maybe I should get a little tipsy, forget all my troubles and play the Birthday song. Another year, another birthday. You can’t stop time, but time allows you to think. It makes me think about all the artists I have reviewed, met and known through the New Artist Spotlight. And truly, you’re in my blood, all of you.
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