...start mean:
Some days start w/ heavy noise.
Don't blame me; these are the cravings!
Here, have a cover version:
Preparing for each day usually means I go cratedigging,
either @ the Internet Archive or, for bootlegs,
@ a .ru mirror of Musify. Don't tell the narcs!
Whatever I find then gets funneled into the LG android I use as an mp3 player.
Because I need to keep my tech toys separate? It's just how I'm wired.
Yesterday threw Barry Adamson's 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' on there--
because I realized he sampled / lifted that beat from Gary Leeds' & the Rain's 'Spoooky'
--along with 'Jack Parsons' by Luke Haines & Peter Buck (yes, that Peter Buck),
and 'Fuses' by Stereolab circa '99. These are the brainworms lately. Don't ask me.
It's all been perfectly useful for art. None of it's been helpful for writing. Stalled, there.
Noise isn't food for thought. But at least I'm finding it easier to apply pen to paper lately.
For that I prefer to not fuckin' think at all, thanks, rather I just wanna go AT the page.
Here's hoping today breaks on thru to brushwork...
[ed. note: Shit, thinking about the script for PROMISELAND again.
Well, I go where the work is. Which in this instance is editing in gratuitous sex. ]
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