Wake up, we're here, it's 1939
This is more like it.
Synthetic Red Shift is finished, Cunieform Searchwarrants needs another mixing session and Matt needs to lay down his passages for Sunday Afternoon in November. I've also burnt a demo for piano opus #2, so that I can work on the guitar parts with James, the sax with Johnny, and the percussion with Duncan. This thing's gonna be huge.....
I came home today and drank spirits...at lunchtime...fuck
Christmas tree arrived, its too big, it sits in the garden damp, wrapped up with fat gnarled protuberances scarring its trunk. Merry Fucking Christmas.
All those OTT houses in Kirkby and Huyton, draining power from the streetlamps. Goodwill to all men.
Could have bollocked a few choir members today, for talking, sitting and standing at the wrong times, and generally being (possibly deliberately) obtuse. That given, me and James did gab all the way through tuesday's concert.
Oh my god....Miss Byrne ISN'T a miss...she's Mrs Byrne..... gutted, I fucking fancy the pants off her. Wasn't there that case recently where the teacher was in a threesome with 2 pupils? Sorry, it just came to mind.
Favourite artists atm: Erik Satie, Rachmaninov, Liszt, and Schubert. Oh and the Floyd, I'm having one of my periodical resurgences. No Quiggins tonight, I'm knackered, although will mail demos in the days after crimbo, with proper sleeves and all. PS Addiction gig, the Tavern, Wigan, Tuesday @ 8:00. Be there and be square! (That's not a derogatory comment)
I'm reading about the big bang...what a geek I am...astronomy and space and whatnot .... it fascinates me a lot for someone who was so bad at physics.
Synthetic Red Shift is finished, Cunieform Searchwarrants needs another mixing session and Matt needs to lay down his passages for Sunday Afternoon in November. I've also burnt a demo for piano opus #2, so that I can work on the guitar parts with James, the sax with Johnny, and the percussion with Duncan. This thing's gonna be huge.....
I came home today and drank spirits...at lunchtime...fuck
Christmas tree arrived, its too big, it sits in the garden damp, wrapped up with fat gnarled protuberances scarring its trunk. Merry Fucking Christmas.
All those OTT houses in Kirkby and Huyton, draining power from the streetlamps. Goodwill to all men.
Could have bollocked a few choir members today, for talking, sitting and standing at the wrong times, and generally being (possibly deliberately) obtuse. That given, me and James did gab all the way through tuesday's concert.
Oh my god....Miss Byrne ISN'T a miss...she's Mrs Byrne..... gutted, I fucking fancy the pants off her. Wasn't there that case recently where the teacher was in a threesome with 2 pupils? Sorry, it just came to mind.
Favourite artists atm: Erik Satie, Rachmaninov, Liszt, and Schubert. Oh and the Floyd, I'm having one of my periodical resurgences. No Quiggins tonight, I'm knackered, although will mail demos in the days after crimbo, with proper sleeves and all. PS Addiction gig, the Tavern, Wigan, Tuesday @ 8:00. Be there and be square! (That's not a derogatory comment)
I'm reading about the big bang...what a geek I am...astronomy and space and whatnot .... it fascinates me a lot for someone who was so bad at physics.