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You know where the door is.

Chronological dickhead like you wish it hadn't.   "No change presides a few new memories." Corneas flourishing at white-hot dead-ends and BBC2 histrionics. Non-humanised intentions and a thanks-...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 02:05:00 GMT

By all but none.

Your portmanteau is fly-blown. You carry in it abstruse checkout slips.   The finality of it amuses you.   
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 06:14:00 GMT

Sentence.

The peacock swooped down and fucked the jogger.
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 23:21:00 GMT

Version.

Put the lights back on the tree, zealots. We slid vertical to the twenty third floor where cephalopods twitched and roared sucking on panorama. Brit-hop plutocrats running pebbledash scams, and ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 20:15:00 GMT

Kitchen sink drama.

Yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:50:00 GMT

The luck of the I can't draw

Like Woody Allen says - life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television. So what does performance art imitate? Just bad? I don't know for sure.   The last two nights, I've been to see two p...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 12:15:00 GMT

Scenes from a carpark.

And so to Gateshead to see Cut Chemist and DJ Shadow rotate vinyls and press buttons on expensive sound bleep-blippers to the swagger of permafrown turntablists and eleven-a-penny two-steppers.  ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 05:44:00 GMT

The tragic and the mathematic

In the 1960s Lennart Carleson showed that any sound, no matter how complicated, can be represented as a series of sine waves. "That translates in the real world as the idea that any sound can be repro...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 19:08:00 GMT

Jackalope

So I won two tickets for Vice magazine's music event Tales Of The Jackalope in a 'post us something funny' competition.   Fractured memories in a crapulent mosaic.   A surprise 'no bringing...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 16:34:00 GMT

Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei

'You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.' - NietzscheCheers for that Freddy.In light of that maxim, if you have some minutes try p...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 08:34:00 GMT