Tue 14th Oct May as well keep sharing work in progress 7 Love Rivals tracks while there's nothing else going on here, opinions welcome: Tue 14th Oct I'm tempted to go see Bigott play in Barcelona in late Novemeber, but that would place me dangerously close to conforming to an annual pilgrimage to that part of the world where nothing ever seems to go quite right for me. Having been brutally attacked there 2 years ago, I returned last Winter to see if I could make friends with the past & try to recall incidents banished from my memory, but succeeded only in falling into another of fates honey-sticky snares. There's is a whole new project in the process of creation, with all new material & a unique sound.. and simultaneously we're in rehearsals with a full Jeeps line-up. So although there's not much new music appearing online, there's plenty in the pipeline. Mary Ocher will be spending a few days with us next week, as part of her UK tour. Maybe I'll ask to borrow her voice on a track or two.. The last time she sang for me was on the outro to this track, back in Berlin, some 8 years ago: Sun 12th Oct Can it be true, are we purged? I feel no pangs, and give thanks. While all the while Halloween hungers for our timely downfall, Elvis dressed in white, with a Beach Boys back-line, steps up to the plate (base football players?) and once more we are witness to wonders beyond all conceivable spectra. Soviet Space Bat observes from afar and nobody knows where his loyalties lie: Then there's the collected, remastered works from London's lovely Doe: Sat 11th Oct Sat 11th Oct Fri 3rd Oct Joe Gardner, author of The Life & Loves of Jet Tea, has just finished a brand new novella called Children's Hospice, and it looks so damn freaky that I'm quite honestly afraid to read it. Joe introduces the work in this delightful blog entry. I'm gonna buy a copy and hope to pluck up the spunk to have a gander some time, maybe when my mind is cemented in reason & all fears & feeling have been banished back to Barad-dûr. Fri 3rd Oct Alright so I went completely insane for a while there but I'm back now, apologies to anyone I may have had contact with this past month or so, I don't know what happened. There's certainly something in this man-cycle idea, maybe just a madman-cycle, but I'm noticing patterns emerging in my erratic behaviour & I'd be very interested to hear if any of you witness similar natural structures in your own year-by-year. Dear Jessica suggested that it could be related to the onset of my birthday but I'm not so sure about that one, seems more tied up with libido & weather systems. Here's the album of brand new recordings of old material by Art Sorority For Girls: Thu 2nd Oct Read too much Dante & wrote a crap poem, let that be my epitaph. Some brides are born in love too deep, And these, our poets, weep And learn to check their tears With words and words, Words, words and wine! Our throats are cleared, The sun appears sliced into thirds, While undeterred They pine, we sleep. Yes, some are formed to love too well That in excess of virtues fall Beneath the hem of heaven's gown - Beneath her feet - That softly earth divides one heart From stark-opposing sides; Dark reason, darker drive; Nine fathoms deep they dive, dive deep! And do not drown but sleep, Ahh, sleep! Mon 29th Sept I've been posting a lot of quite ridiculous things on Facebook recently, and while I don't feel the need to explain myself over there, here in my home it's a different story. It's not my friends I wish to seek approval from, they're inside, it's something outside and other I seek, it's you folk, the invisible, unborn masses :p And you know what's going on with me at the moment? It's largely a case of despair at how meaningless the concept of sharing has become in the internet age. In my own space I'm actually well happy with reading, writing and keeping my real life for myself, but the world of sharing ideas; publishing art; self-expression - it's all become so meaningless that it honestly makes no difference whatsoever if I, or anyone else, posts gibberish online or a whole album that took months of work & a lifetime of evolving artistry to arrive at. I know 'likes' ain't the be-all-and-end-all of what I'm talking about here, but my album Bleach The Chameleon, for example, didn't receive a SINGLE like on my solo artist page, but writing about sneezing and spilling my coffee gained a comparatively wholehearty response. Know what I mean?! And don't tell me it's not good enough, I fucking know it's a brilliant work, don't make me explain why for heaven sake, like fucking Dante on a bad day. Little Laptop has a goddam whistling solo with a christ all-cunting whistling harmony dancing above & below the melody-line for crying out loud, you fucking kidding me? Meanwhile friends and cunts alike (very alike) flock to worship at the altar of Ed Sheeran and his lyrics: "You look so wonderful in your dress / I love your hair like that / The way it falls on the side of your neck / Down your shoulders and back / I'm so in love, so in love / So in love, so in love." That's the first I found online from his current number one album, and no doubt there are even worse in places I'd rather not delve (they're actually far worse than even I imagined), you know how difficult that makes it to invest more of my heart, soul and time in furthering my creative processes, when I can curl up & read Stridberg, Racine, Flaubert, Hardy, Bronte, Marlow.. with a pen & pocketbook instead? Wanna call me pretentious while we're at it? Let us not forget - that overused and damaging word comes from the same source as the verb to pretend, and while I may indeed be an absolute over-climbing bell-jester, who's potentially going in the wrong direction to get over himself, I'm certainly not a posed peacock in a closed & locked parking lot. I write in such guise partly out of humour, of course, but it holds true that "Any man would be disgraced if after filling his poems with metaphors and rhetorical figures he could not strip his work of these ornaments to reveal a true meaning", as said Dante on a good day. In fact I've always been concerned that I'm in danger of becoming some kindof elitist, but you know, there are fucking fine people & utter idiots across the entire intellectual spectrum. Take a moment to watch this video if you can, about one of my heroes Karl Pilkington, and maybe you'll see what I mean: Yes I have no choice but to write, but I need not record, and certainly I decide when & how to share. The people have voted, and right now I choose to share clutter, to clear it outta my head, because that's all people are prepared to consume. Please unfollow / de-friend me, bon appetit, bon voyage & be bold building big bonfires for your bon vivants - Here's to the happy hogs with a heart of gold x

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