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monday 30th june
okay,
go here
and download volcano and see what i mean. she sounds so beautiful.
watch out, toni,
there's strong competition, and i never thought i'd say that.
sunday
29th june
it's soo hot. but the wind's getting
up. the storm is coming. it's over glastonbury now and will be that violent,
heavy drop kind that feels like someone with a vengeance has fired it
at you. the kind indiana jones always finds that clothes offer absolutely
no protection against. it will change the air pressure and be gone in
ten minutes, leaving centimetre-thin muddy puddles on cracked-concrete
mud. it may be dusk when it comes so the light might be dark enough to
see the clouds flash and i plan to stand out in it.
saturday 28th june
finding new cuts and scratches after burning,
sanding and varnishing wood in the sun.
friday 27th june
the point is, isn't it frightening how quickly
bad can turn to good, and how pleasant when on rare occasion it sometimes
does? damien rice sang an acoustic duet with an unnamed woman who was
the best vocalist i've ever heard. i had goosebumps after her first note
and luckily caught it on md for lbc.
thursday 26th june
okay, it's live so everybody go and look at the state
website and see what you think. it contains the last 5 years' work
and you can see what i do during the days and most of the nights. but
the deal is you must tell me
what you like, what you don't like or just what you think and more importantly
why. okay? okay.
mastered the third afghan advert, boiled like a potato, and sent out some
invoices. oh, and we may be directing our first music video. maybe. don't
get excited of course. yet.
later is matt and chumpy's castle sans
b-boy for a bit of the old 'now everybody from the 313
put your la la la hands up and follow me...' hopefully. knowmean,
lar?
wednesday 25th june
i had it all planned and she went and messed it up. the first time i used
my desk was meant to be to write this but oh no it's fuss, fuss, fuss
and we need it now and oh i'm so sorry. two spelling corrections took
six hours to fix and it has to be ready for mastering tomorrow morning.
what is annoying is that it's spent the last three weeks sitting on the
web waiting to be proofed. and asking for changes - not mistakes to be
corrected, but changes - on deadline eve is a wind up all right.
tuesday 24th june
for all the right nothing reasons, nothing.
monday 23rd june
it all went so wrong on every level. personal, financial, work, whichever
aspect you're looking at today sucked. then got up, moved backwards and
re-sucked. in visual terms briefly described as:

sunday 22nd june
tip, sandpaper, metal shelves, sanding oak, hoover, dust, mop. think i
can die another day.
saturday 21st june
three generations of married couples on the linton lawn and grandad said,
'mark, she'll find you.'
friday 20th june
hguone gnol t'nsi thgin eno.
emit sekat tsuj ti . ylteiuq flesruoy riaper dna ffo gnihtyreve nrut.
thursday 19th june
the last time me and funky deluxe were in green
park for wine and fruit alison
was here. holly instead of alison, strawberries instead of cherries. last
time i was a whole lot more drunk and happy, too.

wednesday 18th june
placebo's sleeping with ghosts after my phone call to alex, the soundtrack
to my day making a real-time, continual deja-vu existential freak-out
with me in tears. it wasn't me i saw, i'm sure.
tuesday 17th june
the rain today. did you see it? i had to change all my clothes after walking
from outside my house to inside. aah, summer.
monday 16th june
nottingham student ian turned up for work placement with corduroy trousers
on and a dark t-shirt. factoring the amount of skylights our studio has
and the current heat wave, not wearing corduroy trousers and a thick dark
t-shirt was the first lesson he learnt. qr summer survival tactics? drink
lots of water, walk instead of rolling your chair and work s-l-o-w-l-y
to avoid winding yourself up. stress makes you hotter. even chumpy's
feeling it in 32.
sunday 15th june
ray sneaking into the bathroom under his
duvet to the toilet for a 'quick one' was an absolute classic.
while i was busy flipping the roast potatoes kate rang with some very
exciting family news.
saturday 14th june
we so easily could have just sat there on the sofa all afternoon, our
joints like jelly or without batteries, melting. the hottest day of the
year so far - 33 on the thermometer i found on my phone - and what do
we do? with a splash of white spirit, next door's preexisting scorched
grass circle and the fence that used to separate the two we lit a bonfire
so big we had to water the fence whenever it stopped steaming. steve proved
he could wear shoes with soles thin enough to let even the smallest, rusty
nail through and into his foot and made friends with a snail, wiping it's
slime over me after flicking it away.
friday 13th june
strike two off the blackboard. new exhaust arrived. new phone arrived.
car's fixed, phone bill's cheaper. next it's bean-bag specs to mum and
a new passport.
thursday 12th june
i made the small
yesterday so here's another schoolbook error in the world of hitting kickers.
leaning on my back edge? that'll be a beginners' level three skill forgotten
then. at my expense, enjoy it. i didn't.
wednesday 11th june
will we get it? will we not? will it make a
difference if we do? who will get evicted? is it bespoke? how thick should
the frame be? how are we going to pay that? will it carry that weight?
a list of the same questions i repeatedly ask myself. i know i honestly
don't know the answers. anyway, i'm all right for a month or so
and the rest is yesterday, which i can't change. so i should forget about
it then. right. but now why do i keep asking? has been added and
then it's will we get it?
tuesday 10th june
feeling depressed when london is so green and
sunny and warm double doesn't-feel-right. it's that slow-motion
stress that wears you down the most, the three months from now what
will it be like? paranoia. maybe i should try not to think about it
any extra. how do you purposely not think about something again?
monday 9th june
the lounge mirror is marked out using cotton.
a few pins and some dalerboard and i'd have been back at saint martins.
whilst i put together some stills of my now infamous stack in tignes
last november the best line in the documentary on prince william was '...
and there's nothing more dangerous than a twenty year old woman.'
sunday 8th june
swapped red faction 1+2 and half life for nightfire
and got drenched coming back, so i ran down the deserted high street pavement
through all the puddles, splashing as many people as i could. by the time
i got home i was dry with soggy feet and felt properly mischievous.
i'm too quick for them, i thought.
saturday 7th june
my first job was to call paul and jen but i
didn't even get that far. by the time i'd got up he had left a message.
ring-diddley-dong and within an hour riley's having a nappy change on
my lounge floor and we're back to normal, drinking tea with one tiny,
extra person. and more people in the lounge.
friday 6th june
heh, heh, heh. eviction night. in two
seconds someone's nervous terror turns into sheer disappointment while
they try so badly to hide it. entertainment never got better than this,
surely?
thursday 5th june
a late happy birthday deluxe meal at mine with
a post-gig funkstar and a very pro dead-head-the-roses holly. we had a
lot: from strawberries to quiche,
wednesday 4th june
you'll like it.
i left rae + christian's another late night, j5s quality control
and power in numbers on shane's desk, thinking he might like to
ipod them for his holiday. later, he dropped them back, pointing at j5.
'i copied those, but i didn't do that.'
'what? that's the best one!'
'yeah, but i'm not really into belle and sebastian'
'it's rae and christian. you'll like it.' close
call.
tuesday 3rd june
been scribbling in my new sketchbook. drawing
violence.
monday 2nd june
choose a different word for 'yes' today and
see how long you last.
when shin says 'yes' it sounds like 'neow'.
it's half a syllable and unwittingly my new catchphrase. chosen due to
it's confusion creatiung qualities.
sunday 1st june

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