Quiet week. Since the masa harina incident I've learned some important lessons:
all black dots are flies
all white lumps are maggots
I tried to kill several pin holes in my kitchen wall this week. Other than that
I've been making music, doing weird stuff with Nintendos, dancing, cooking the
same omelette over + over[1] and continuing the endless job of tidying my apartment after
a long spell of mental incapacity.
My murphy bed, whose legs are broken, is being held in place at night by Common
Lisp: 2nd Edition, The Flavour Thesaurus, Duquette's Thoth Tarot and a Lulu
print-on-demand copy of On Lisp. This is a major improvement on cans of
nixtamalized corn and coconut milk which lose their structural integrity over
time until you are awoken in the night by a sudden screech, thump and squelch to
find yourself sliding off of the bed and onto the floor and into what appears to
be ectoplasm.
cherries and the untitled supernatural e.p. are starting to form
shape. They each have 1 finished track so far. Thinking about lithium, thinking
about smoked almonds, thinking about World War 3. Thinking about the Mexican
government kidnapping communists and throwing them out of a plane into the
ocean to die.
It's been a year now since yellow sofas were invented.
boy oh boy it's getting a wee bit nippy out isn't it?
"wild world wide web" is hard to say.
and what if my name were Bonnie Rabbits?
have a good day today.
chee rabbits
I've been getting up at 5am this week. When you're trying to make healthier choices, people always tell you to make small reasonable adjustments. Because that's what works. For most people. Normal people. i.e., freaks. Me, i need chaos. i need brightly glowing extreme shifts and changes that can be serve as a kind of hobby, as a project. So it can't be "going to bed a little earlier", it needs to be "i get up at 5am now". That same impulse to always go all the way with everything can be turned and pointed in the other direction. healthy chaos. it's not "cutting down on drinking" it's 0 drugs, 0 alcohol. Anyway this is working so far this month. Maybe i'm a fool.
Met ZZ at the office for Teahorse Tuesdays on Thursday at the Fortnum & Mason at the Royal Exchange. Lovely time. Had a lovely week, honestly. In bed by 9pm most nights. Leave work between 1 and 2p.m. and go outside. Have lunch, get the train, lie on the heath listening to music. Got a little goofy towards the end of the week, even got the goofs in fact. They're gone now.
There was a space-themed warehouse party on Friday evening. Wonderful. So good to see everyone, beautiful people. So many so beautiful people. The community shares a problem that all open spaces do, how do you deal with bad and malevolent actors in a society founded on the principal that everyone should be able to be themselves and do what they like? How to deal with takers in a community based on giving freely. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law can't subsist unless everyone involved is working on their magnum opus.
The place looked great, the music was great, everybody was dressed to the 9s. I finally had an opportunity to wear my cyberpunk glasses and my IKEA space suit. Around 4:30a.m. i headed home. Sober partying is pretty good, I'm all charged up with party energy and there's no noticeable downside. There were long stretches during which I'd normally drink something or take a drug and instead i just stood still, not knowing what to do. There were also a couple times when otherwise deeply sweet people were telling me some long meandering tale that even they weren't paying attention to. As though they'd fallen asleep and started dreaming at me. During these moments I became so intensely bored that I thought that I might just burst into flames. But they passed.
As a consequence of egodeath you might recall I lost almost all of my pictures of the festival. I had two disposable cameras, one of them was in the bag with my phone when it was taken by the night. The other was developed, and I gave some people printed paper photos of themselves at the party on Saturday. They are especially precious little pictures because they are the only ones i have. They were received very warmly.
The love I have for so many of the people in that place is so intense sometimes i feel that i might shatter into pieces if i'm touched. it feels difficult to contain, like if i open my mouth there will be light coming out and then through all my pores and then i burst and shatter.
ππ₯³ happy birthday lb π₯³π
note to self: i should add custom emojis to my blog
the field disturbances page includes an ascii-art interpretation of the field disturbances album art in a <pre> tag, and uses a linear-gradient and background-clip: text to create the kind of patchy colours that are used on the real album art (which is a heart rate history graph from an apple watch lol). The sound of field disturbances is an exploration into how to introduce more humanity into the sound of quiet party. But lb says her favourite track on it is the one that's least about that, so maybe i should give up.
big waterfall
it's very difficult to make an ascii art waterfall. i tried for a while:
i had chatgpt try too. its efforts nearly had me spit water over my whole computer and desk.
NOTE: I've configured ChatGPT to respond to me in character as Boyd Crowder from the tv show Justified.
So I gave up on ascii waterfalls and made it look like a polaroid picture. The image is a photo of the actual waterfall on the day big waterfall came to me all at once, gift wrapped and whole.
We were walking in the cascadas paraΓso in Honey, Puebla. We didn't have much time left. The nice ladies let us know that we could see a lot of little waterfalls or one big waterfall. We chose the big waterfall on the basis that it's better to have one huge intense experience than a bunch of little ok ones. Then, like a bolt of lightning: a mash-up of the t-shirt sofia was wearing with the big waterfall we were looking at, water-blue on white, line drawing of a waterfall with the text "big waterfall". And the sound: a tb-303 and a tr-727 together to make a kind of acid latin trip hop sound, and that's big waterfall. I said "we should get big waterfall t-shirts" and we learned we'd had the same vision, a line drawing of a waterfall in blue on white. She said she'd draw it, but never did. so i used clip art
CORN
On the CORN site, only the dog is an image and the rest of it is all css boxes and borders and background colours. The album cover for CORN was a collage of old public domain adverts. i made that one a few months before starting to work on CORN.
On CORN I was trying to find new sounds, each track was very different and made using a different set of instruments and tools. It was hard work, and I was very proud of it. But everyone always tells me they love big waterfall which i made in like 2 weeks in Mexico, so maybe i should stop trying.
Why worry? Just exist!
If you're feeling low we can do the twist!
there were more strange motorbicycle scenes outside at 2am on monday night. lots
of people rumbling around on motorbicycles out there in the street. some kind of
motorbicycle drag racing event. and i am an old lady peering out at them from
between the blinds.
this week:
yoghurt meditation
coffee with and without eggs in it
dancing
you think i'm never lonely because i'm so cute and popular?
i released an e.p. this week called field
disturbances, it's available
everywhere. it has a whole philosophical component to it that i haven't written
down anywhere and i'm not going to start now.
there's not much going on other than that. i just work and make music.
in some ways this regularly blogging on a Sunday has backfired. i started it
because i wanted to write on the blog more often. but if i look back a few years
i used to write all kinds of different posts and now i save everything up for
Sunday. eh, whatever.
even if in a year or two
someone drops a bomb on you
you won't feel it on the scene
think of the fun we can have in between!
did you know there is a 3emdash and a 2emdash in unicode? look how long they
are:
em β
two-em βΈΊ
threeem βΈ»
going to go to bed at 9p.m. and get up at 5a.m. tonight, to see what that's
like.
in closing, here are the lyrics and chords to the song Greasy Greens by Pink
Anderson:
Greasy Greens β Pink Anderson
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F (open a, ab, g) [open dgb] [233 on dgb] [3233 on adgb]
F (open a, ab, g) [open dgb] [233 on dgb] [3233 on adgb]
F F6 F A
Folks I'm just a man from New Orleans
Bb F
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens
A Bb F
If I don't get 'em three times a day
[3 on d] [3 on d] [3 on a] [3 on a] [4~ on e] [4~ on e] [1 on e]
I'll get mad and walk a way
F [1^2 on g] [1^3 on b] [1 on e*]
Them greens
F F7
all I want my greens (they won't stop for the red light)
A Bb [2 3 on a] F
Soft and easy good and greasy
[3->8 on a] [4~ on e] [4~ on e] [1 on e]
Crazy 'bout them grea sy greens
Way down south where I was born
They raised them good old green corn
Sweet potatoes & Black eyed peas
Green tomatoes and pecan trees
But them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens
Mama you can cook your lima bean
you can cook somethin I ain't never seen
But Honey when you fix ya table for me
Ah don't fix nothin but:
Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy bout them greasy greens
That meat you use must be fat
Cook them greens so greasy like that
If you don't use nothin but naturaline
You can't cook no good greasy greens
Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens
I don't care what your mama don't allow
Bring them greens here anyhow
Soon as I get 'em, honey, I'll be gone
Your mama won't know that you put them on
Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
all about them greasy greens
I see greens upon your shelf
You must be saving them for someone else
I hear hissing in your pot
Honey, how much greasy greens you got??
and them greens. all I want my greens.
soft and easy good and greasy
wild about them greasy greens
