June 2004 Archives

Adopting David Brent demeanour:

Today's weather is the worst for 150 years...FACT! In fact, the last time the summer weather was this bad they cancelled the D-Day landings...FACT!

So I am snuggled here in my wooly jumper with the central heating on. Me and Alex are fed-up because it is far too wet and windy to go walkies. Here's hoping it clears a little so we can get out and about.

Recent eBay madness has secured me with enough funds to purchase some musical goodies for my next project. The Missus should just wrestle me to the ground and remove my credit card from me before I do anymore damage. But she is a sucker for me when I do the big blue eye routine and stick out my bottom lip...

"But all the other boys have internal MIDI pickups in their bass...PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE"

Pester power works!

Thinking of getting more stuff up on eBay but I spent TWO HOURS inputting stuff the other afternoon just for only half of the stuff to sell. Here's a word of advice: books do not sell. Some do, mainly rock books and popular classics, but the more obscure stuff doesn't and so those books will be heading to the local charity shop. Yes, I do my bit being a left-wing goodie, goodie socialist scum-bag.

Ooooh drum solo...

Now I am REALLY bored... I have a pile of work lined up but I am waiting for confirmation from all the editors, so I am stuck in Limbo.

So...

ROO-NEY! ROO-NEY!

Yes, last night's football match was most invigorating. I am a closet fan, only coming out when International matches are played. As a child, my local team was Leyton Orient and so this didn't endear me much to the sport of football. There's only so much degradation a boy can face.

More TV was watched and I saw a programme that actually made me feel bilious. I normally have a strong stomach for things and I have watched all manner of TV shows depicting the unseemly side of life, such as all manner of operations and a live autopsy, which was very educational. But last night, I watched a show that threatened to make me upchuck the guffstuff.

It was called Animal Passions and dealt with the subject of Zoophilia. Now you might think that this was about people who enjoy visiting the zoo, but it isn't. It's about those folks who get their kicks from being intimate with our furry friends. So the usual suspects are brought out: white American, bloated trailer-trash, sub-Springer scum, extoling their love for horses, ponies and dogs. It was the description from one young woman of how her virginity was taken by the neighbour's dog at the age of 12 that caused my mouth to go moist in that pre-vomit stage and start to heave.

I'm still not sure what the message was. I think it was something about tolerance. Or maybe it was that the animals really like it. Or maybe it was that bestiality is legal in the state of Missourri. One expert said something like: "People don't get upset when we kill animals for food, so why should we get upset when people have sex with animals?" Oh well, it takes all sorts I guess.

Again, I'm just boring. Sometimes I think I should actively develop some kind of sexual deviance just to fill out my character somewhat.

Recently:

Been plugging away, trying to finish a piece of work from the Editor-From-Hell. Nearly there. But his phone-calls are the writing equivalent of standing at a urinal in a public toilet, trying to pee, when a stranger walks up and occupies the urinal directly next door to you. Yup - I can't pee with an audience and I can't write when the editor is yapping at my heels for no good reason. Ho hum.

On Friday, my old recording chum Andrew O sent me an email after almost a year of silence. He has a new job. Well done, I congratulate. He wants to hear the music I am currently working on. I oblige and send him some stuff. He returns the favour. His ideas are roughly recorded and, as usual, I suggest that he should really invest in some guitar effect units to smooth his guitar sound out instead of just recording his guitar directly into his PC. He says he isn't interested in the final product, only the ideas that are recorded. He ripostes saying he likes some of the new stuff but prefers my "less-guitary" material. This leaves me non-plussed as I use the guitar primarily. He ends the statement with a non-committal "no offence". Well that makes it OK, I guess.

At the weekend, patchy sunshine, booze, Internet poker and more booze.

I also received a vinyl copy of Islands courtesy of my good friends at eBay. This was the first time I had heard this LP in its natural format. It was very interesting to hear. It sounded a lot more closed that Lizard and seemed quite claustrophobic. On occasions I could hear some weird strange bass frequencies that whooshed around like the wind. I can't imagine what KC fans must have made of it this after hearing Lizard and ITWOP.