You are allowed to enjoy this…

Bang, crash, wallop! The noise from the roofers intensifies. It’s really hard to concentrate with the noise, but I am sure it will be over soon (despite the fact that the roofers only seem to work on a one-day-on, two-days-off rota).

The recordings keep on coming and I’ve recorded a little piece that I’ve magically glued to the rest of the music. This track is two acoustic 6-strings, two acoustic 12-strings and my bass (and a bell at the end).

So we are up to nine minutes of stuff for “Fragments”. 🙂

Meanwhile, another poor soul has bought a copy of Sow’s Ears and I’ve been making more money via Real Rhapsody and NetMusic. Jeez – people are actually paying to hear my music. What the hell is wrong with the world?

On a separate note, one of my lifelong ambitions looks as if it will come to fruition. Yesterday, I purchased tickets to see the last night of Tom Jones at the MGM Grand. Oh yes, boyo!

Just saw this story and thought I’d add it to the pile. Not only did it made me wince, the line about the lady trying to swallow the item in question tipped me over the edge. Enjoy!
http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/articles/16520235?source=PA

It’s not often that you get something for nowt. But this morning I read that BT (my ISP) are going to upgrade my connection to 2Mb for free – the catch is that there will be a usage cap. What the heck, I’ll be able to get up to my nefarious deeds at twice the speed now! 🙂

http://www.vnunet.com/news/1161158
Meanwhile, I have found the ideal website for Alex the Wonderdog. He loves nothing more than to boistrously rip to shreds his favourite teddy bear. So this website is for him.

Today, I discovered that there was a 7.40 in the morning. The work on the neighbour’s roof has begun. Our local council has decided to spend its budget to replace ALL the roofs of all the council-owned property in the area. While I had no issue with the council when it replaced all the steel-framed windows with double-glazing a few years back (hey, the majority of the council tenants are little old folk who need to be kept warm), I do object to these roofs being fixed. Most of the roofs in the area were in good condition, despite being 50 years old, and so I can’t see any point in it.

Meanwhile the roads and pavements, which I and the majority of non-council tenants (and council tax payers) use are in a terrible state of disrepair. It’s really bad and I cannot find one square meter of pavement down our street that isn’t cracked – meanwhile the roads are more suited to 4×4 drivers!

So anyway, bang, bang, crash, crash. Woof! Woof! It’s hard to concentrate with the noise, but it has subsided now. Meanwhile, I’ve been a naughty boy and ordered some gear to upgrade my PC. Old components will soon be winging their way out of the door via a crafty eBay sale. What would we do without eBay, eh?

Meanwhile, whilst reading Billboard magazine and eating Rice KrispiesTM for breakfast, I spied the following picture. I thought I would share it with you because I quite like the Gibson “Playboy” guitar featured in the pic. It’s tasteless custom guitar design that you don’t see that often.

All together now…
“I wonder if she comes with the guitar?” 🙂

I don’t like my postman. There’s just something about him I just don’t like. I don’t like the way that when he knocks and I open the door, he’s always halfway up the path. He knows that I am ALWAYS here, so why does he always feel the need to flee as soon as he’s rung the door-bell? I don’t like the way that he cannot seem to figure out that letter shaped items can be fitted through that letter shaped hole in the door and if he has anything larger than a standard envelope he has to knock. He can’t gently fold envelopes in half and post them that way…nooo, he has to knock. And when I open the door, he’s always halfway up the path as if I am the one who has taken ages to answer the door.

Of course, I could just be obsessing about the postman, but I miss our old, efficient postman. The one that DIDN’T post our credit card through a someone else’s door in a completely different street. It was only that person’s kindness that meant we weren’t victim to some horrible credit card fraud. Of course, this kindness is a favour that goes back to last summer when some naughty postman decided to post ALL of the post for that neighbouring street through our letterbox. We then became temporary post people that afternoon, returning errant letters to their rightful owners. Now that favour has been repayed, gawd knows where our post might end up next time.

Gee – I am gibbering.

So I decided to blow the dust of my various instruments and gizmos and twiddle with some knobs. Yup – I have started to record music again. Yes, my intention is to produce yet another CD. You’d think I’d find a new hobby, wouldn’t you? But the way I look at it, you’ve got to use it or lose it. And if I don’t record, my rationale would be that I would have to sell my equipment – and I like it too much to do that.

So here is a little edit of something I am working on. At the moment, the CD is provisionally titled “Fragments” and I want to do a “Textures II” type of thing and glue lots of disparate musical bits together and make them fit. The second piece in the chain is my stab at electronic music. Eeek!

On a separate note, I got paid for some work I did last August. Hurrah! Plus, I made another $12 selling tracks via iTunes. I love iTunes. 🙂

So two friends are talking about their first sexual experience. The first friend confesses in hushed tones that he lost his virginity in the open air.

“What was it like?” gasped the other friend.

“It was terrible. We were in the throes of passion and I was really enjoying myself. Then I looked up and her mother was there…” the first man explains.

“What did she say?” asked the friend incredulously…

“Baaaa!”