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Lambish Boy

About Me

Against whom is the Great Wall supposed to protect us? Against the peoples of the north. I come from the south-east. No northern tribe can threaten us there. We read about them in the books of the ancients; the cruelties which they commit in accordance with their nature make us heave deep sighs in our peaceful bowers; in the faithful representations of artists we see these faces of the damned, their gaping mouths, their jaws furnished with great pointed teeth, their screwed-up eyes that already seem to be leering at the prey which their fangs will crush and rend to pieces. When our children misbehave we show them these pictures, and at once they fling themselves sobbing into our arms. But that is all that we know of these northerners; we have never set eyes on them, and if we remain in our villages we shall never set eyes on them, even if they should spur their wild horses and keep charging straight towards us; the land is too vast and will never let them through to us, they will ride on until they vanish in the empty air.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 2/25/2007
Influences: Julie Doiron, Sufjan Stevens, Marissa Nadler, Jana Hunter, Bill Calahan and his lovers, John Cale, Broadcast, My Kappa Roots, Sebadoh, Sandy Denny, Meg Baird, nine drunken months in Glasgow
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Dib dib dib

Scout Niblett played Loppen Thursday 6th December 2007. Or rather, she didn't. This fool was there to see her. These are my subjective recollections.   Oh Scout. What's to be done. She's so...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 03:40:00 GMT

Pie

Our new silicone pie form, here modelled by Brother Pumpkin of Brønshøj Cloister (his once pretty young face now cruelly scarred by the ravages of the pox). I was at first sceptical whether its suppl...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 06:26:00 GMT

Callusness

My fingers are finally starting to show signs of fretting. Still they're a long way from gnarled old John Lee Hooker hands. Little wonder given they've spent the past couple months in w...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:59:00 GMT

Bite me

Now the ivory towers have had their pound of flesh, time for some proper edification...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 02:38:00 GMT

New shoes

Bought some new shoes yesterday. They were actually in the women's section but Eva reckoned they suited me, and after that I just lost my good sense and did something reckless. This shop, on a littl...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 13:57:00 GMT

Idols of amber and metal

 
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 12:56:00 GMT

Say what you're gonna say, say it, and say it again

It's said that Yorkshiremen call a spade a spade. Less well known is that Copenhageners, too, live according to this 'say what you see' philosophy, and likewise being a very ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 04:18:00 GMT

Laugarpíning og sáluhreinsan

Our bathroom. It's impossible to get a wider angle on it without removing walls (or wearing x-ray specs). In floor space it measures just under 1.4 m2, which apparently is small even f...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 01:06:00 GMT

There he blows

Hornblower This is my friend and musical compañero the Hare, who, when he's not gazing at the moon, is often to be found mooning at gays. This was last spring. The sap was rising, ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:49:00 GMT

If God hadn't meant for us to use reverb, he'd have given us all the voices of angels

Bare bones. Unlike their siblings, clad with mud and horse hair. Baked and cracked. All the same, making a stab at carelessness, they're shoved naked out through the port...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 01:23:00 GMT