Super CALI fraternistic....

I wanna find me a woman who’ll hold my big toe till I have to go

I wanna find a blue swirl plastic ocarina

About five miles long

And play with them sweet potatoes all night long

’cause them yams have all them eyes that yawn

‘yearn down yonder below the ground

‘n their golden hair is ah dirty brown

I wanna find me a woman that’ll hold my big toe till I go

I wanna hold me a woman that’ll find my big toe

Till I have to go

‘n sow my last sweet potato.

this is the new.. the ultimate brand new and the next best.

The changes have begun.. No, wait a minute, the changes have never stopped happening but the velocity has increased. The implementation of change. The fundamentals. the basic. the obvious.

Here we are at the middle of the month, a month, any month. big or wee. The last thing on my list is to finish.. And the last thing on the timetable is to escape.. I'm always attempting that part. Always it's on my mind.

This place is hot.. it's not damp but humid,, which is just hot damp. It's better. that's for sure. I prefer it to freeeezzzing. There are dangers too. it´s a big city. There are always dangers. Ok, Cali has a reputation, but it's not as bad as the statistics make it seem. Just because there are bodies strewn on the streets in the morning and the blood sticks to your feet and makes that sticky clicky sound... The bin men clean it up before the rush hour and you can walk without tripping over bits of death!!!

And bad news filters in, even to here, in the heat in the sun. Even the comforts of the tropical can be dampened when trouble befalls friends. Ach, there's no escaping the bad shit, it travels more than I do and drags even the noblest of creatures down to a lower level.

I've had PC problems. in fact I've had a lot more than PC problems. but I've also had PC problems and that has stopped me from adding music to this place. It's caused creative absenteeism, it's saved the world from further suffering. It's a blessing really. And you should think yourselves fortunate to be free of my sad emotional flailings.

I am, however,  going to give you a wee bit of sound, from a while ago. just to keep you in an unstable sort of existance. a shaky affair..

waiting is not waiting

It's not that everything revolves around sound. But it plays a major roll. It divides the days and creates reference points. It's not always good stuff! I like a lot of rubbish. The rubbish is sometimes better than the better stuff. I think so. Sound is sound. it's not competance it's not skill or knowledge. It could be some clicks or clacks. It can be the sound of a snail moving on a sheet of glass or an inflated rubber glove and amplified and amplified. Or the oooooo oooooing sound of eider ducks on a foggy coast in the rain, just out of site but sonically present.. So, it's best  not to be guns and fucking roses or bonjon bovine or whatever he or they are! and if it is, you can be sure it will be complete shite. And then, if it's faustain it will be,.. well, not all that good but a lot better than much of that stuff.

Leary Bleeder, Vicious British Boyfriend, Barbarous English Fayre, Gone All Weirdo,  Fanciable Headcase, Venerate Me Utterly,-------  some King of the Slums titles; ( kinda, The Raincoats with some northern slang, guts and guys).--- wait. I think maybe The Raincoats had more guts, anyway.  I was thinking of the time when some of  those bands from late eighties early nineties-- the Manchester scene - the indie stuff. And does anyone, anyone, remember Dub Sex, that guys voice was harsh.. great.  There were a wheen of bands I enjoyed back in those days --  New Fast Automatic Daffodils, , .  I would  go to see bands more than once a week back then, All the places- Rooftops, Daddy Warbucks, the Venue, Fury Murry's, Barrowlands, and a load of other places I no longer remember the names of.

It isn't important now. Then it was, and I enjoyed the scene back then. Music music music. And what has that to do with anything nowadays. Well, I was just thinking about it. the days back then. The nights, the lifestyle. Now it's different. that's obvious, that's natural. Now it's South America mostly. Colombia mostly. Working. taking charge. being good. sorting out the post apocalyptic stramash that was my recent experience in the cold dark Scottish winter. What a place that is, during December and January... oh maaan, it´s a scary place. The cold, the damp, the dark, the rain and snow. Ohhhhh.. That's not comfort. That's not luxurious.

Oh yeah.. I listened to a good thing last week. I always do.. but last week I was playing for the first time in ages- The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy---  They were good.. Television- the drug of a nation.... Amos and Andy,, and, Music and Politics--

...And I’d tell you that I’m suffering
from the worst type of loneliness
The loneliness of being misunderstood,
or more poignantly
the loneliness of being afraid
to allow myself to be understood

If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics
I would tell you that the personal revolution
is far more difficult
and is the first step in any revolution

If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics...
I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion
And that politics is merely the decoy of perception.

If you're not familiar with them I'd advise a listen. HipHop at it's best. From the early days.

And here I end my particular sort of rant. Leaving you with some thoughts to think about, or not, as you please... 

The sun always rises.. the night becomes the day, and light is dispensed. 

Keep your cards close to your chest and don't give too much away. It can be costly....

Be aware.

          be gracious 

                         love....  

  ..ed