Astrud

I like two note or minimal guitar solos, for example there is a cover of Hey Joe on a Nuggets compilation- I can't remember who it's by as I only pay attention to the song titles after listening to the track about 25 times- which has an amazing, searing two note bit at the beginning and you totally expect it to appear again, but it doesn't. Joy Division are masters of them. I want to buy a Fender amp that is called the Hot Rod Deluxe and is a 40w valve amp. I found a white one (60s white, like the colour of the furniture in a Clockwork Orange- I love heavy 60s plastic moulded furniture,) but only in America. But it's just so much better than the black one. I have no feasible way of transporting it over here. It is worrying that this actually causes me some degree of angst. I like 7" records of indie/pop singles that I usually buy much to the dismay of everyone I know. But I must raise a point- is Killer by Seal not a good record? I like it when they are 99p. Obviously. I basically like all instruments. Yesterday I bought a black tin whistle. It would sound amazing played in a slightly echoey hall, or played in a wood, for example, where all reverberations would be clippped and the sound would fall into the wind. I am reading My Fault by Billy Childish at the moment and it is great. I love Sandman comics. I like offensive or stupid humour, but am quite selective- it's got to be a specific kind of sickness. I dont find that welsh Jackass thing amusing at all but I do like watching animals falling over on You've Been Framed. Generally, if it's off key I'll probably find it funny. I am yet to find anyone that has ever seen a film called "Funnyman" that I used to watch with my friend Naomi at school. It wasn't that funny but it was sick. It was about a gnome/jester with some sort of hideous phallic appendage that shoots people with bazookas and looks a bit like Black Metal freak Mortis, except with a northern accent. I love David Mitchell and Robert Webb. I also wish I had a kitten but my housmate is "allergic" to them. There is a strong possibility that if I got one she would kill it. Depressing fact: On my birthday I went to visit Derek Jarman's house at Dungeness. It's a black cottage and has black writing on the side. But you can read it. So I went to get the train to Hythe, and realised after walking for 45 minutes to the bus station that I was at the wrong Hythe. I had managed to get to Essex while attempting to get to the South coast. So I spent an hour in Colchester, then went home.