12.23.01 - 08:48am
A crazed review of today/tonight/at the Portland arms.
I awoke fortified by sections of actual sleep, though I daren’t admit to her. THE BABY HAS BEEN ILL AND WE ARE RAGGED. Had to take tha little nifgga to tha dctr this morning. \My dad was coming> He came, early. We did Dad stuff quite [...]
12.18.01 - 03:44pm
Today I get the following email:
Dear Sir,
Would you please tell me if it possible to buy Sharp 777 listed on this page http://www.umbusiness.co.uk/lists/equipment.html Thank you in advance.
Kind regards, Dmitri Russia —
Now this is my fuck-off tape-recorder, about the size of a small horse, [...]
12.13.01 - 12:45pm
Perhaps there is a proper Christian God after all. After at least 5 solid years of proper charity-shop hunting in search of that Krautrock moment, my achievements to date consisted of scoring a scratchy copy of Can’s “Rite Time” (pleasant enough, but a fucking travesty when you compare it with the kosmiche majesty of, say, [...]
12.07.01 - 04:24pm
Sheepishly, I return. Cor! Last night’s LEAPS gig (Plastic#3) at the Portland. Rather a subdued evening where the performers outnumbered the paying customers quite heavily, and most of the acts involved ambient sound-twiddlery rather than rock ‘n’ roll theatrics of any kind. Plus I personally was hung over and very tired from the excesses [...]