This is what I’m dealing with today… this is what I’m looking down the barrel of:
Summer, it seems, is finally a-comin’ in. And I’ve just been to the moovees.
On a day this delightful, where better to be than in a dark room surrounded by strangers?
I’m going to the cinema about once a week at the moment. This is mainly album-recording-based.
Oh yes, I’m working on an album. Have I mentioned that? ‘Joy & Jealousy’ : launch booked for 21st September in the Old Fire Station, Oxford. And, for some unfathomable reason, this will be the first serious proper LP that I will be releasing under my own name. (Having now only a couple of EPs under my belt, and the odd collaboration floating out there somewhere in cyberspace.)
I’ve been working on this album since March last year, and I’m currently on schedule to get it finished by the end of July (i.e. next month). I’m trying to frontload as much of the remaining work as possible, so I really am working like a bastard. And loving every second of it! But it does mean I’m quite antisocial at the moment, and am getting studio-based cabin fever. The perfect antidote to which, it seems, is cinema.
Quick work, my friend! I like your stylings.
In that case, this is one of my favourite 3 minutes in all the world:
I’ve lost the knack of this blogging nonsense, I’ll be honest with you. I mean, it has been a while.
It used to be my ‘I’ve got 20 minutes to spare what will I do now?’ of choice once upon a time — so much so that I never used to get any songs written! But now… it’s just hard to get back into the emotion of it.
By which I mean that I still have plenty of ideas, but none that actually excite me enough to make me want to read about them.
I’m not fantastically bothered by it though. I know that I always get this when I’m starting something I haven’t done in a while. If I haven’t written any songs in ages then the first few are usually pretty awful, and never even get finished. But before long I get back into it, until eventually I start seeing everything in terms of song ideas.
So it will figure itself out in its own sweet time.
But in the meantime, a question. By way of a preamble.
There is black.
There is white.
There is wrong.
There is right.
And there is nothing…
… in between.
Welcome to the strange and beautiful world of Mr. A.
I saw this, and it made me think of you.
I typed just two words into Google, ‘how’ followed by ‘to’. And here is what Google — and by implication, the internet — decided that I was looking for:
Now, I know what you’re thinking.
But seeing as this is Google, the most powerful search engine in the world, I think you should be asking yourself just one question:
Do you feel lucky?
There’s this book I’ve been dying to tell you about. It’s called ‘The Pillow Book’, by Sei Shōnagon. I’ll let Wikipedia explain:
The Pillow Book (枕草子 Makura no Sōshi) is a book of observations and musings recorded by Sei Shōnagon during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi (定子) during the 990s and early 11th century in Heian Japan. The book was completed in the year 1002.
In it she included lists of all kinds, personal thoughts, interesting events in court, poetry and some opinions on her contemporaries.
It’s basically the diary of an It Girl in 11th Century Japan. But Wiki goes on:
More generally, a pillow book is a collection of notebooks or notes which have been collated to show a period of someone or something’s life. In Japan such kind of idle notes are generally referred to the zuihitsu genre.
Now you’ve probably heard of this book — it’s pretty famous. In fact, it’s recognised as one of the great works of literature, quite apart from being a fascinating insight into the life of the royal court of Japan at that time.
Yada yada yada. The thing that I find particularly fascinating is that it’s basically a blog. It’s an 11th Century blog, written by a truly fascinating brain. On the surface it’s really just a load of trivia, likes and dislikes, poetic imagery, dude-watching, and a fair bit of bitching about people she knows. (She’s a terrible snob, by the way, and sometimes difficult to like. Easy to love, but difficult to like, if you know what I mean.)
But it’s not so much what she writes, as how she writes it.