Wednesday, 14 March 2012

A Lot of Fine Crystal (Office Chart)

1) Chrystal Fighters - In the Summer"

2) Crystal Stilts - Flying Into the Sun

3) Crystal Castles - Cry Babies

4) Crystal Antlers - Andrew

5) Crystal Skulls - Airport Motels

Office Chart 14.03.12

In the spirit of Thom and Co...

1)The Needle And The Damage Done - Neil Young
2)Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey - The Beatles
3)Arriving Somewhere But Not Here - Porcupine Tree
4)Have a Cigar - Pink Floyd
5)How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead
6)Recording a Tunnel... - Bell Orchestre
7)Smells Like Content - The Books
8)More News From Nowhere - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
9)Bruce Springsteen - New York City Serenade
10)(Just Like) Starting Over - John Lennon

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

A new start: March April May.

Hi.

I've been away and now I'm back.
March April May.
I'll be in touch with you all soon.

Think Music is behind me now thank goodness.
A new website is coming online veeery soon.

Love2U

B

Monday, 14 June 2010

Jim Morrisson's Grave

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Naked in a lift going down

I was sunburned yesterday. Springburn. Winter is officially over.
Spent the day in a field on small island in an estuary.

A strange day.
Watched some german japanese (using a mixture of both languages) play some bizarre version of hand/foot/basket ball. Not that I think that the japanese are always bizarre. I'm one of the minority group bemused by the success of lost in translation/racism. Laugh? I nearly did.  

Finished the day by watching a proper filmmaker's work. Roy Anderson's  film "You the Living".  Very fine. But I felt not as moving or cohesive as the truly fantastic "Songs from the Second Floor". 

Moment of the day has to go to being at the local station waiting for an elevator.
After a looong wait the glass elevator slowly appeared with a man (my guess, accidentally) baring his full naked posterior. 
He didn't turn around. The door opens. No movement. 

We ask "are you getting out?". "No....(long pause) going down".
The door slowly closed and he gradually sank down into the earth again. 
I spent a good couple of minutes in tears painfully laughing.

The poor guy wasn't well. The way it played out as a drama was priceless. Only a really slow elevator could produce such wonderful comic timing.
A bit like life in general really.

A cursory google produced this poem


Friday, 16 April 2010