Sean Keefe's Blog
May 6, 2025
Saddle up, Cowboy, we ain’t done yet…
What’s a guy to do? Ya know, you spend twenty years on the road, playing anywhere from well meaning folks that’ll toss you a beer and a bite to eat, to huge places supporting legends that pay you less than your petrol money, and then suddenly, WHALLOP – you and your buddy have somehow got … Continue reading »
September 27, 2017
Song For Her
Be my lozenge My pollution Be my problems My solutions Be my burden Suspended by balloons Be my taxi That arrives too soon Be my ocean Always waving B & Q Crazy paving Be my ache My constant sorrow My reason to lie in late tomorrow Be the smile that lights this beaten face Be … Continue reading »
The Dust Diaries
SONG FOR HER Be my lozenge My pollution Be my problems My solutions Be my burden Suspended by balloons Be my taxi That arrives too soon Be my ocean Always waving B & Q Crazy paving Be my ache My constant sorrow My reason to lie in late tomorrow Be the smile that lights this … Continue reading »
September 15, 2017
The Dust Diaries
Is this how it works? Back once again in the bar, testing out the new keyboard. All good for the aspiring author that wishes to ‘write on the move’. Like the last, this one pairs with my phone via Bluetooth and saves it all to some electric cloud somewhere so that I can work on … Continue reading »
September 13, 2017
The Dust Diaries
He said she said they said we said – that’s all this shit is, when you work behind a bar. One never ending flow of grown up children pointing figures at others and expecting everyone around ‘em to give a shit. Politics, music, Facebook… fuck ‘em all, what the hell is so remarkable? All I … Continue reading »
September 12, 2017
The Dust Diaries
Friday 25th August 2017 10.37 am …And it’s the Friday before a bank holiday Monday and that Monday is the 28th, so the fuckers have paid me today, four days early, and my treasure chest is FULL. And I paid the rent yesterday, and my treasure chest is FULL. And the council tax hotline has … Continue reading »
The Dust Diaries
Thursday Nov 17th 2016-11-17 … and they all sat around and watched. And the things they watched nightly were simply reflections that reminded them of themselves. Canned laughter sitcoms about the imperfect American family, all white gleaming teeth and fewer jokes than Schindlers List. Mismatched detectives, apocalypse survivors. Cussing cartoons and stained superheroes. All of … Continue reading »
June 7, 2017
Baby, I was born a ramblin’ man…
Once a year I throw a guitar and suitcase into the van and head for the glorious Somerset town of Glastonbury to take in the waters, recharge my batteries, and hang out with some of the most wonderful (and downright bonkers) people on Earth. This is the view from Wearyall Hill, overlooking the town. You … Continue reading »
January 15, 2017
Moving In Blues
The couple in the flat above were going at it like a Viking blacksmith.Bob tossed a can of lager in my direction, I caught it with one hand and settled back onto his couch. It foamed as I opened it. He’d been here two months, I’d just made the 200 mile journey over with the … Continue reading »
January 7, 2017
Too Dark.
“It’s too dark”, he offered, throwing the manuscript down onto the desk to land with a satisfying ooomph. “Too dark? How can it be TOO dark? It’s just what happened, no more, no less”. Jerry rose from the desk, moved over to the window and opened it before half perching on the sill and lighting … Continue reading »
