Crisp sunlight this morning, trees half full of yellow leaves shivering over the black twists of branches. A silver chimney-top spinning and glinting. I walked and bought stuff for monoprinting, doffed my hat to a passing coffin trolley, and then I swopped my never used spanish guitar for something loud. Now the weather's grey and rubbish outside and I'm finger crossing it won't rain on our parade.
It needs a little bit of attention but sounds like this already:
Mr Angry.mp3
Tonight I'm playing banjo in the street for the Kingsland Rd March of the Dead. Come and march! Another day closer etc...
2 comments:
Bit Ribot-esque. Nice.
Which reminds me. Can you post me back those Waits DVDs sometime?
Yes, everything always comes out Ribot-esque when I play electric guitar, unless I really concentrate. I mean he's fantastic, but...
Have you told me your new address? Maybe I have it somewhere but can you e-mail it to me again?
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