Monday, April 23, 2007

stuff and things

last weekend i helped a friend move house. it's the first time i've been back to manchester since i moved away from the area, so it was a bit weird... the hourly train back to the village of the damned (as it's now known) was leaving just as i got the the station on sunday morning, and it felt *so* nice knowing that i'd never have to catch it again..

we had drinks on the saturday in the village, and had a random man come play his harmonica at us. one of my companions decided that it was my birthday, so i had a 'special' tune played for mewhile i tried to disappear into the ground.
her new flat is fantabulous and has a pinball machine. it doesn't quite compete with my speakers in the bathroom and perpetual bookshelves, but comes close.
i spent the saturday evening drinking wine and having fags on the doorstep. at one point i believe i was having a conversation in russian with a random group of strangers.. i think i got to bed (well, sofa) about 2am.. i got woken up in the morning by people in the living room. i blearily asked one of them what time it was, and was told half past six. i asked again ten minutes later in case they were joking.

they weren't.

the longest few hours of my life followed, while we waited for a pub to open for breakfast.
proper breakfast, that is. i couldn't believe it that people were ordering jugs of cocktails at that time of day. what a sheltered life i lead *sigh*

on the monday i went to see josh t pearson and the devastations. jtp was very very beardy and very very good. devastations were a bit disappointing - we left before they finished their set.

i bumped into two drummers at the gig who i've had a 'thing' with in the past... the first i've not seen for a few years and it was fantastic to see again; the second i've not seen for a year, since they gave me cake for breakfast and were exceedingly lovely.... and just as lovely when they came over to say hi....

i panicked, ran off to the loo about 2 minutes after they came to talk to me, and came back to find my "friend" who'd accompanied me cackling, going 'i think they fucked off cos i wouldn't talk to them....'. didn't see them again after that, and lost their number many moons ago.

in between then and now, i've been wrangling with the brambles in my garden. i've been here a month and not really done anything... so far i've got about a metre squared of bare soil, fifty million metres squared of brambles, weeds and bricks to sort through, and the sparsest lawn in the world. the dandelions and nasty sticky weedy things are also having their revenge. grrrrr.

i have (in seed trays) peas, carrots and sprouts. i'm trying to find out if it's too late to sort out potatoes too.
i will become partway to living the good life if this works - hurrah!

other pots on the boil: a night this month in leeds with r, and goldfish nation ziney thing getting out there in july - get in touch if you'd like to contribute :) the theme's DIY....
in fact it's got a whole page thingy (couldn't be bothered to do a 'proper' one, so it's on myspace for the time being). clicky here

*edit: plans for *getting* aforesaid drummer got as far as: lassoo / big net / bear trap.
then i got bored and gave up.
plenty more musicians in the sea and all that....

Thursday, April 12, 2007

so worry not, all things are well

with an optimistic title, let's plunge straight into the gloom....

mr kurt vonnegut died on wednesday.
"All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber."
"Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse."
i need to re-read what i've got, and get hold of what i haven't.....

also, johnny cash's old house is also sadly no more. i love the quote from the neighbour, that it was maybe "the good Lord's way to make sure that it was only Johnny's house".

on the good side of things......

a couple of weeks ago i started to receive strange (well, strange for him) texts from one of my friends. little bits of randomness: 'i leaned against the wall, the wall leaned away'. 'so worry not, all things are well' - the latter appeared quite a few times (and at all hours of the night).
this was followed by emails in 32pt text proclaiming 'i'm half awake in a fake empire' (normally sent at about the same time that he rolled into work)....
eventually the explanation appeared: 'boxer .... so good.'

i can't remember the last time an album i *really* wanted to hear leaked weeks in advance.
i kept up my resolve for a couple of days, and then cracked.
soulseek provided.

boxer's reportedly caused a few people in leeds to dance through hyde park, spontaneously burst into tears at bus stops, spend their entire time in a club listening to their walkman and generally feel that all is alright(ish) with the world again... hurrah.

anyway, a couple of tasters (and thanks to the lovely people who posted the tracks up):
fake empire
squalor victoria
green gloves
apartment story

*edit: the whole album is now available to stream at

Saturday, April 07, 2007

moved (again)

my housewarming presents to myself are:


christopher rd #2

oh, and a record player.