Random things of note:

*** Clearly I must be the only person in the world who is completely unmoved and unimpressed and frequently bored by the new Joseph Arthur double album, Redemption City. Or so it would seem from the plethora of retweets. Seriously contemplating unfollowing him until the next album comes out. Problem is then I may not know ( Read more... )

So last night shaula82 and I saw Active Child at the Oxford Art Factory. Aside from the fact that they didn't play Wilderness, it was everything I could have hoped for.

( ... you'll make it through ... )

Thing that amused me the most today: Marissa Nadler has released a second volume of covers just for those of us who ordered the album directly from her. When she tweeted about having finished one of them sometime last week, she said it was Learning To Fly and I immediately responded with a joyful "Omg, that's my favourite Floyd song, yay, can't ( Read more... )

Would you believe I woke up today with the first line of the next novel ( Read more... )

Oh! News!

The tickets for St Jerome's Laneway Sydney went on sale this morning. Dragged myself out of sleep, got the website up, and proceeded to spend half an hour of pure agony, waiting in a goddamned virtual queue, getting all the more and more nervous that the whole goddamned thing would sell out before I had a chance to even get to the ( Read more... )

The Aunt does not hate Patrick Grossi ( Read more... )

So I was kinda impetuous yesterday morning and ordered the new Gary Numan album, Dead Son Rising, from the UK because fuck me but I couldn't find a listing in any of my usual stores, online or otherwise. And argh, nuff moaning, I had to have it nao. I just can't believe they wouldn't let me download it as well. Or at least give me the option to buy ( Read more... )

*sigh* Don't want to go to work today. It's all chill and grey today, the sunshine trapped in the silver air, and I want to huddle under the warm quilts and read some of my Pamela Travers' What The Bee Knows, then alternate with Regarding 'Jane Eyre', and go back to writing my own novel.

( ... deep inside ... )

Reading Pitchfork's review of You Are All I See. Holy mother. No wonder Patrick was so acidic about them. Even my jaw kinda dropped with the 'ow' and the 'jesus, you did not just say that' and the 'oh! god! precious!' Oh man. That drew blood. In a classic open with a smile and then twist and twist harder and ohjesus that was the artery ( Read more... )

So I just finished one of the big scenes in the novel.

Only took me all day. Like, really, I'm not kidding. ( ... if you're in need ... )