03.27.12 - 11:42am
God I hate the thing whereby when you know that if you want to write about anything properly you know it’s going to take a lot of time and effort to do it justice, and the word count will pretty high too, but here it is, an unlikely-ish story. Ever since Nochexxx played me the [...]
03.16.12 - 10:23pm
My niece was round here the other day. They don’t have a TV at home so she just watches the internet. Not unsusual behaviour I suppose but it made me ponder growing up with the web like that.
Here are the four videos I watched yesterday on the nets, for no particular reason.
03.16.12 - 09:07pm
Was just reading this thing about The Chap, who play The Citadel Of Dreams tomorrow night, Cambridge night people, and I saw they have included some very old Um in their mix, bless them. I don’t know how serious they are about this blacklist thing but I always think The Chap are the sort of [...]
03.15.12 - 07:23pm
Local performance for yer Doozers and fleet-fingered fifth-Beatle type C Joynes of Histon, conjured up in order for a kicking off of a small-but-worryingly-sexy tour of North Europe! Say hoi to our pals at The Swedish Embassy etc. Here’s the official blarb:
Dearest Friends and Acquaintances,
You may have seen and heard right as THE DOOZER will [...]
03.15.12 - 10:06am
Just finished this bit of writing which was started some months ago:
The other day I arrived at work on the residential street where the blind lady lives and as I parked my bike the top window of one of the flats opposite flung open and, somewhat superimposed by loud dancehall reggae a subjectively mildly coarse [...]
03.14.12 - 02:46pm
Can’t Get Started, the new narrowly acclaimed 10″ record on my own Grist label, is now for sale here also! Thanks to the guys at Norman. I buy quite a few records there so they probably figured fuckit, but like the people in the Dr Seuss book they have a useful Mike who writes reviews [...]
03.13.12 - 12:21pm
Some reviewage of the Kettle’s Yard thing. I wasn’t ecstatic about how my thing came over and out, to be honest, but KY is a weird jelly to be stuck in, especially at midday on a Sunday morning. Then again, I’d had a nagging feeling that what I was going to say was going to [...]