So we're home after an epic six month trip around Asia (Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Burma and India). And now having moved back into our flat, gone back to work and played three intense rehearsal-free gigs immediately on returning, I can finally start processing the whole thing. Sort of. Maybe ( Read more... )

Two FAQs about this trip - 'So what will you, like, DO?' and 'What do you mean it's not a holiday?' A new item added to the list of answers to Q1 this week was 'Collect sound recordings in order to do strange and interesting things with them when we get back'. It will be strange to have six months of not doing any music in the usual sense - ( Read more... )

In my researches on places to visit in Burma, I keep coming across the maddening phrase 'colonial charm'. It's used to describe almost any vaguely aesthetically pleasing remnant of British rule - buildings, towns, trains etc. I consider colonialism to be completely devoid of charm and would like travel writers who persist in using this vacuous term ( Read more... )

In November I'm taking six months unpaid leave from work to travel round Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Burma and Indonesia. I've never been to this part of the world before and I've never been away from home for this long before. My preparations for the trip are giving me a lot to think about, so I'm going to record this process here. It will be a life- ( Read more... )

One week in July 2010 I made some recordings of my bus journey through London to and from work. I got on a number 12 bus in Peckham, held the camera to the window, pressed record and an hour later pressed Stop and got off in Regent Street. No selecting shots or zooming in or out, just recording the streets I passed along from a fixed unchanging ( Read more... )

I hardly ever post on LJ now, same as everyone really, but it's not fair that charleston is left as the lone messenger of the cosmic.

A chronological linear narrative of the weekend that has just passed is impossible. Not just because the gigantic amount I drank may have muddled my memory somewhat, but because of all the karmic criss-crossing and ( Read more... )

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