Cut from Facebook:
Dreamt of Junior for the first time. He has a little chubby face, rosy cheeks, very dark hair and the obligatory blue eyes. Exciting to think that it won’t be long before I find out!
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This is a Krautrock-inspired synth track that didn’t make the grade…
The Imperceptible Sense that Reality is a Lie by vrooom
This is another track that never got finished or wasn’t good enough for my last “album”. You can only polish a turd so far…it is still a turd. I like the guitar on this but there’s something funamentally wrong with it, too wrong for me to fix it at the moment. But you never know I might do something with this one day…
Everything you ever owned is mine… by vrooom
The MIB say: “NO!” Anyone want to buy one of my kidneys for £8,000?
I have decided that the insurance company are liable for my VAT woes. I have come to this decision by reading stuff on the Internet. I’m probably wrong, but heck I’m clutching at straws here…
I think I’ve cracked it. After three hours research online, I think I’ve found a way of giving it to the VAT man and not in a good way. This is clipped from their website: “12.2 Domestic accommodation 12.2.1 Employees If your business provides domestic accommodation for employees, you can treat any VAT incurred as input tax.”
But what does that last paragraph actually mean? Well I have a bona-fide, on-the-books employee who lives with us. Yes, my mother is officially employed by us in the shop and also happens to live with us in the house, so with one leapt Jack was fucking free. Take that, VAT man!
I’m using a website called SoundCloud to host this as I am posting a few tracks on my Facebook profile and this site has a widget that talks to Facebook. Anyway, this is just a little sketch I did earlier in the year, but it never came to anything other than two guitars and nothing more. It was recorded in two passes: the nylon acoustic first, then the acoustic bass on the second pass as if I were playing live. There are no overdubs and the multiple guitars you hear panned left and right are the harmonic delay feature on the Digitech Timebender.
The Monkey Puzzle by vrooom
Another rotten night’s sleep punctuated by me waking up choking on my own vomit at just before 5am. Is this a stress symptom or caused by another underlying factor?
Meanwhile, I got my first rejection from an agent today for the book I am writing about my current woes. Possible titles: Fear and Loathing in Norfolk or How Not to Run a Business.
My accountant gave me the details of a VAT expert who may have some advice for me. I have emailed him the details of the case and await a response. Just realised that I’ve got less than a week to file my VAT return and somehow find the £8000 they might want from me. I can beg for mercy on the VAT advice line, but don’t fancy kow-towing to these bastards just yet.
Phone calls and emails and phone calls and emails and I am not clearer to knowing what is really going on. Everyone is on holiday, so you’ll just have to stall the VAT man and write him a letter telling him to wait. Wait a minute, the VAT man is on holiday too! Why aren’t I on holiday? Because I am a stupid twat…
I have now moved enough boxes to cut a path to my guitar cases, meaning that the squeaky beast awakens…shown for the first, my portable recording rig that I put together while in transit.
Last night’s dream involved someone breaking into the shop…though it wasn’t my shop…you know how dream’s are filled with stange familiarity. So I enter the shop to find the miscreant still there, rooting through the stock room, probably looking for the safe. There’s a confrontation and he brings out a large knife and attacks me, stabbing me in both arms as I try to defend myself and he escapes into the night…