Saturday, June 27, 2009

Weird to bear weight of the death without web access but Ive made a film. Sciatica much improved for it tho. King of pop dies & pete um's leg gets better.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

OK, we're Oscar Mike. Off to party in an atom. Be off comms for a few days.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

From the magnificence of drummer street to the exhileration of the a14. Service sector esprit de corps. Is there a finer, nobler life?

Monday, June 22, 2009

Iain Duncan Smith Dub.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Scanning old photos, listening to John Bender. Makes for melancholy.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Posh girl w/ telegraph & perrier & arsey face & may ball wristband on 4.15. Should i tell her the making of that hangover kept me awake on my quiet night in?
Last saw dentist early 90s. Concerned about gum disease. Booked appt. for this AM. Appear to have got away with it by the skin of my... etc.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Sublime Frequencies photos.


Snappidag 26

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Babylon will regret this. Ronaldo & Hilton's heads on poles outside my ramshackle compound.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Syd's mate in my room: "Wow, there's enough stuff for a band in here... a really good band!" Then he starts tuning my guitar.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Strawberry Fair 2009

Woke up floating on the Thames with the regular post-cunted awfulness and had sad discussion about the wonky infrastructure in my partner's life. Took a couple of photographs and left. Then just missed two buses and one train and spent a lot of time worrying that my phone was going to run out of juice, which it did. Endured witless girl teen who would age me before your eyes if I listed the things she said that ticked me off but suffice to say having her feet on the seat was one and slurping from a can was another. Local knowledge invaluable as indeed I did get sniffed by spaniel at station so was glad to be one step ahead but annoyed at the casual deployment of CONTROL (further depressed by reading thread on WAN where someone says " ...well don't complain then when police want money to search people at the station"). These fuckers have no breadth and depth and take the world 100% as it appears to be, as if it is its own proof. Got home, charged phone, slightly amended plan with OJ Simpson to defraud Network Rail, debated shower but that was as close as it got. Bought 3, no fuckit, 4 cans Wrongbow from Blavs and rode rear rim of bike all the way to Midsummer Common. First year in many I have gone to the Fair entirely as a punter, which I worried would feel weird and it did a bit, but I fancied it also as a good opportunity to reaquaint myself with if not all and sundry then at least some and sundry, which is kind of what happened. In fact I had two meetings with Ken Of Bury and his missus Karly, who I soon found out I had rejected as a friend on MySpace, which was and continued to be awkward, especially as I did not help myself by trying to explain that The Fall were good, but that it might be a male thing. Apart from that I didn't speak to a soul who wasn't Bobby or Dave or Gavin O-Keefe all day, apart from a brief bit of banter with Lawrence from Number 6. I didn't see it, but Gavin said he got searched by a plainclothes cop. He seemed unsure as to whether the guy was really police, on account of his appearance and specifically his youth. Odd scenes at the East Stage, with succession of unappealing bands seemingly chosen at random from a selection of unappealing bands were interspersed with pretty on-it DJs playing Wonky and dubstep, bizarrely accompanied by a trio of fairly average "sexy" female dancers. Nothing is true anymore, straight up. Thought the dubstep kid missed an opportunity to play more upfull crowd-pleasing fodder but the Wonky guy was very good. We walked down there and Dave was like, "this is Roska" with a smile. Funnily enough Dave had arranged to meet some dude from Ramp who may or not be the guy that has a TheWhiteSugeKnight@ email address and also may be Zomby's manager, and just as the two met the DJ played a Zomby tune that might have been Spaceman or Gloop and according to Dave some surprise registered on his face, as well it might, O White Suge Knight. The day at the Fair ended with the three amigos shivering at The Festival Bar whilst I filmed a girl shouting at her mate on the phone "Sarah, I am standing outside the fucking Festival Bar! Well, ...fuck you!" and then another fight erupted and when it died down Bob interviewed one of the antagonists and his girlfriend and somehow got away with it. Today is wet and Sunday, and next week is fraught with clocky dangers. I'm going drink Guinness, and I barely care.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

What's up with this wall?



The purpose of this wall is not clear to me.

What I had for dinner yesterday.

Grist.

Grist Records 2009

Why has there never been an Um label before?

I never had one before because musician-types often seemed to want to play at having a record label by giving cassettes catalogue numbers and so on, and as I've always found bands that take the business side of their art quite seriously a bit twatty I thought I'd just leave it well alone. That way I wouldn't have to feel embarrassed for myself when I handed out a CD, because it was just some music and not a business card. I was quite willing to take money off of people though!

Why have one now?


Well, I get frustrated with the fact that I produce a lot of music and no-one hears it. I don't mind if people don't like my stuff but it's annoying to have all these thousands of pieces of music and have them sitting around on tapes and gradually corrupting CD-Rs, and there's basically so much stuff that even I've lost track of what I've done. Hopefully this is a way of sorting the better stuff into discrete, labelled lumps.

Why is the label mainly CD-R format?

The trouble was I'm a real vinyl-hound and for a long time I was gearing up to spend money on a self-produced vinyl release, but this has kept me in a state of paralysis for a few years. For one thing the whole process of producing vinyl is so fraught with potential fuckups that I've always hesitated, and if it wasn't for the good people at Strange Lights, Tripel and Gagarin I wouldn't have anything on vinyl at all. Also, what with the economic situation and a capitalist ideology in crisis it seems foolhardy & somewhat immoral to expect people to buy large slabs of plastic and blah blah. So, even though the CD format is kind of the lowest of the low at the moment I think it will go the most distance for me in terms of what I want to achieve with my music.

What is the function of the label?


It's pretty much just to archive the body of work that I've done, and thereby to provide a way of tracking it down should anyone want to. I've got into the myth of Sun Ra's Saturn label, where it's just this huge catalogue of small runs of records, and that some recordings may be duplicated, or come from different times. Also I have to say I was looking at the American Tapes catalogue the other day, and that is definitely my kind of enterprise. I'm also thinking of trying to get some music from other bands I know, just as a synergistic mutual benefit kind of thing rather than trying to market a specific release.