now this is sick! is that you God?
Saturday, 19 May 2012
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
I need a break from THE BREAK
you know that braindead glee on Bernard Black's face when he finds out he can have a ham sandwich? with a pickle? here it is well I've been catching myself with that on a lot recently ....
slept for about 20 hours in the last...35 at more or less random times. kinda cool given that I don't sleep much and not for want of trying. is my brain really dying (feels like it at times, maybe it's just a fuse) or has my body decided to catch up on the last.... good few year of' sleep and if so is this gonna go on? or is it some sort of subconscious depression and in that case is it gonna go on? any charity therapists out there? sorry as I might have mentioned im so broke I can't even pay u no mind, which admittedly would make therapy pointless if it wasn't anyway
think I may have to leave this place at least for a while before I go full Bernard B....:/ and more imporantly end up living out in the out in the street and asking money for food (I don't own a shop unfortunately. yet) ....mind you if that should happen then this probably is so called good timing. ah but there's no such thing as good timing here is there, another reason why I have to go. OK, I need a place where there is NO LIVE MUSIC (other than Portugal) and it's HOT any suggestions (including free accommodation preferably)?
on second thought Portugal is perfect
on second second thought I was just invited to Tanzania
I'm not going anywhere am I? I need to get down to fucking work whatever that means I haven't got a clue.
slept for about 20 hours in the last...35 at more or less random times. kinda cool given that I don't sleep much and not for want of trying. is my brain really dying (feels like it at times, maybe it's just a fuse) or has my body decided to catch up on the last.... good few year of' sleep and if so is this gonna go on? or is it some sort of subconscious depression and in that case is it gonna go on? any charity therapists out there? sorry as I might have mentioned im so broke I can't even pay u no mind, which admittedly would make therapy pointless if it wasn't anyway
think I may have to leave this place at least for a while before I go full Bernard B....:/ and more imporantly end up living out in the out in the street and asking money for food (I don't own a shop unfortunately. yet) ....mind you if that should happen then this probably is so called good timing. ah but there's no such thing as good timing here is there, another reason why I have to go. OK, I need a place where there is NO LIVE MUSIC (other than Portugal) and it's HOT any suggestions (including free accommodation preferably)?
on second thought Portugal is perfect
on second second thought I was just invited to Tanzania
I'm not going anywhere am I? I need to get down to fucking work whatever that means I haven't got a clue.
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
robert glasper experiment at Barbican 14 May 2012
went to see robert glasper experiment tonight at Barbican with high expecations I guess but too much has been happening, a lot of it exhausting, some of it very very good, a lot of it bad so I didn't really have mindspace to think about it and be excited. I did have hight expectations though and I was right. it was a totally amazing experience, some bits of it otherworldly. sure there were slower less rousing moments. of course. can't fly all the time and actually I did fly a lot for one sit down show. hope I didn't break the chair I was jumping on. I usually find still audiences hard but this time I didn't pay any attention to anything just me and the music. don't know how people do it though. I guess they go to a fraction of live gigs I go to and are not used to dancing like maniacs.
one of the girls - there were about 12 of us there it turned out, almost all usual gig people came out for this one all together - hated it apparently, was disappointed because she expected...album versions? how can you prefer versions tamed for a recording to the monsters these amazing people created of some of those tracks on stage tonight. of course a song at a good gig is often only a pretext to going wild in any direction it will take the musicians! It is funny coming from someone who apparently studied music and is apparently a singer. she really likes kittens though, keeps posting pictures of kittens on fb. something must be wrong with someone who likes kittens quite so much. I understand people who love their own cats ok? understand, but am ok with them. random kittens off of internet though? not right. anyways anyways I have recorded about half of it I guess maybe two thirds didn't quite see where the recording stopped. they went on for 3 hours! and videod some too, not much and not the stuff I would have wanted some of it, it's hard for me to force myself to take the camcorder out, and even when I do I fail to concentrate on it enough so end up recorging some corners of stage or the musician's legs. I am hoping for a couple of good ones to post, not seen or listened to any of it, was about to and was also going to write some more about the concert and the experiment (maybe) but got a text message saying 'tomorrow at noon'. If I do see Bankole tomorrow at noon or after I will be very surprised (it's not easy to make it to his busy schedule) but very very happy so time to bed. can't see sleeping happening after last night (8am-2pm) but I'll give it ago, It seems I'm as likely to fall asleep now as at any given time before 6 am after any sort of day: not very likely.
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Monday, 14 May 2012
you don't have to believe me
I figured out how the juju can fuck up glasper and bilal for me!!! I get this totally sick day/night the day before and end up at the sit down gig at barbican - you with me? - at the end of like 45 hour long day. now. now that I figured it out is it gonna use it? no. also I found half a spliff in the bathroom.
oh and my heart went mushy I know you don't believe me but t-boz of the TLC tried to talk to me. I'm serious t-boz tried to talk to me. it may have been a big mistake and if it was my heart will brake
oh and I was offered the position of residential dancer (I had already been offered one last week) at my currently favourite jam. ok I wasn't gonna show you coz I don't even know the names of the people yet but that would be not sharing which is wrong
oh and I saw Marco earlier, just after having suddenly and to my total surprise made a huge progress on the skates. remembered again after quite a long break that sky was the limit and lost a thumb in the process (temporarily), which had me dicover I had a perfectly working rear brake - a completely new experience I don't I think I ever had one. I didn't (use to!) bother to keep one attached. looks like I might be working on that left grip for the next couple of days till my right thumb grows back. perfect. Did I mention how I loved my bike? If I never it's coz I keep looking for the right words. I'm in the process of writing an ode to my friend Sikor the mechanic who built it, whom you absolutely have to get to check your bike, fix your bike (in either sense), build you a wheel, build you a custom bike, build your girlfriend/boyfriend/daugter/son/friend/hamster a bike. whatever you may ever need someone to do for you, your girlfriend/etc etc to do with bikes I suggest you get in touch with this guy anyways anyways
saw Marco and didn't even blink, behaved like we were still good friends, like his knife wasn't sticking out of my back at all. maybe we will be who knows.
so yeah that's me. over to juju i'm really getting into this game
I will post something that is not hysterical gibberish or/and juju bullshit at some point I promise, recently i been churning out stuff like barely never ever but I can't even keep up with what I AM writing at any given moment let alone what I HAVE alredy written (have I?)
what's for breakfast
oh and my heart went mushy I know you don't believe me but t-boz of the TLC tried to talk to me. I'm serious t-boz tried to talk to me. it may have been a big mistake and if it was my heart will brake
oh and I was offered the position of residential dancer (I had already been offered one last week) at my currently favourite jam. ok I wasn't gonna show you coz I don't even know the names of the people yet but that would be not sharing which is wrong
oh and I saw Marco earlier, just after having suddenly and to my total surprise made a huge progress on the skates. remembered again after quite a long break that sky was the limit and lost a thumb in the process (temporarily), which had me dicover I had a perfectly working rear brake - a completely new experience I don't I think I ever had one. I didn't (use to!) bother to keep one attached. looks like I might be working on that left grip for the next couple of days till my right thumb grows back. perfect. Did I mention how I loved my bike? If I never it's coz I keep looking for the right words. I'm in the process of writing an ode to my friend Sikor the mechanic who built it, whom you absolutely have to get to check your bike, fix your bike (in either sense), build you a wheel, build you a custom bike, build your girlfriend/boyfriend/daugter/son/friend/hamster a bike. whatever you may ever need someone to do for you, your girlfriend/etc etc to do with bikes I suggest you get in touch with this guy anyways anyways
saw Marco and didn't even blink, behaved like we were still good friends, like his knife wasn't sticking out of my back at all. maybe we will be who knows.
so yeah that's me. over to juju i'm really getting into this game
I will post something that is not hysterical gibberish or/and juju bullshit at some point I promise, recently i been churning out stuff like barely never ever but I can't even keep up with what I AM writing at any given moment let alone what I HAVE alredy written (have I?)
what's for breakfast
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