Rust on Every Rivet

I haven't done enough work this afternoon...

There is a wintry sunlight today, which I've accompanied with the lovely record that came in the morning: Hyperboreans.

The upper fretwork of the crane which currently towers over my house is thronged with getting on for a thousand Starlings. As with the noise of the building work (on London's ugliest and most irritating apartment block) the bubbling chatter is reflected back into my street by the houses across the way.

Red Ted Escapes

I'm a bit confused with the dates, but I think this book-what-I-done was released in hardback yesterday...

Strung up...

...but not finished.



23 strings.mp3
Recorded with two 70-pence piezo pickups shoved under the bridge (which is funny looking. I made it a few weeks ago and might have to make a bit of a different one now to get the weight and distances right).