mumagi at jazz re:freshed

I've not been to jazz re:freshed since before christmas. so. first time this year! and what a good good if slightly late start of the year it was! no surprise there, of course, I've never been to an average jazz refreshed gig, they don't do average. if you don't know this yet then pay attention and make notes now: jazz refreshed at mau mau bar is the best weekly night in this huge amazing town full of great things. by FAR. if you are down and jazz refreshed can't lift you right up, high to the sky, then nothing on this planet can help you. anyways anyways

dahu mumagi. i wasn't going last night either (I keep not going to things and ending up there anyway, I guess deep down I believe one or two of the people I've been loving and supporting and helping and serving - which is what i live for, don't get me wrong - will help me when i'm out in d out in d out in the streets...) but I usually check out the artist there in case it turns out to be someone I have to see, which is often the case. so I spent the entire day Wednesday listening to dahu mumagi's music. nuff said really, given that there being too much music I have to listen to NOW is a constant headache of mine and i sometimes catch myself trying to listen to more than one thing at a time. wednesday was not that much different in this respect but it was a predominantly mumagi day. and a magical day. it's hard for me to describe how I felt listening to this music, it did strange things to me. you know the feeling when someone verbalises your emotions so exactly you feel like this is what you have been trying to say all along but could never find those exact words? it was a bit like that only with sounds rathen than words. and sometimes words too - felt almost like i was talking to myself, like the inner voice i've been trying to get out was out and talking back at me, telling me exactly how I felt and taking me places I wanted to go. like the music was played directly on my soul, as pretentious as it sounds, this is as close as I can describe how I felt listening to dahu mumagi that day. check him out and fall in love.

last night at mau, he was accompanied by a group of (very!) talented and (very!) young musicians called psylus. check them out too, they are bound for Greatness no two ways about it! an amazing experience. it took me a while to get back to reality. i'm not sure I have. or want to.

hold on!

cinco meses

five months today since i chose freedom over money n decided to be the sole owner of my time

it doesn't get much gooder than this!

quite an amazing weekend.... a really good play at arcola, an amazingly feel good house party till not so early in the morning, a still quite early morning walk across downs park, a lovely chilled saturday evening at a friends house, a late night walk in the snow. sunday full of murkish delights beautiful and moody and dark and heavily delightful, then a very good session at the aliby (rotation) and a walk across downs park which begins to feel like my back garden.. my hands are two swolen and possibly bruised blobs from the drum, my legs are shaking from dancing and my back is beautifully relxed, can't say why ;) it doesn't get much better than this..

38

been meaning to rant about this for a while but kept forgetting - as seems to be the case with so many things these days.. anyway

can the london clown fuck off and leave 38 bus alone? cant he put the ridiculous monstrosity (that first cought fire then run out of petrol and next thing is probably gonna turn into a giant hamster and leave massive hamster droppings all the way from victoria to clapton pond) on route to his fucking castle or whatever it is he occupies the basement of?

this ridiculous unnecessary thing is another of the nasty monkey of london's loss bringing, vital services closing crazy ideas. a painful reminder of what the monkey sees as important as opposed to what really is. as if we need another one.

apart from the design which admittedly is a matter of opinion and the cost which isn't, can someone explain to me what could possibly be the point of having the thing on this particular route? a hop-on, hop-off bus in hackney of all places? so I can hop off when I see primark? there's a fucking bus stop there already. and then at the other end? i can see people who just arrived at victoria train station jumping off with their heavy luggage at the sight of that posh praline selling shop in picadilly whatever the name is. not.

there is hope though, judging by the trials so far the thing will probably send tself off to outer space the moment they put it in service in February....

grrrrrrrrrrr

sigh

2012

started with a big bang