Five minutes of determined rain, the first in thirty-five days. Extraordinary.
Jennifer Herrema worried that the record player might be too loud for her neighbours is..surprising.
Yes, I’m up early. Something crawling across the ceiling fell and bounced off my forehead. This is intolerable.
Joe Blues by The Moving Sidewalks. Recognise that tone? movingsidewalks.bandcamp.com/track/joe-bl...
Joe Blues, by Moving Sidewalks
from the album Flash
movingsidewalks.bandcamp.com
Dreamed I was in Rome creating an Enigma-style beat from the footsteps of hot priests. This is the gayest dream I have ever had.
The Devil Wears Prada 2. Really rather good. Surprisingly hard-nosed confronting the slow death of magazine culture.
Now playing. A frothy vaporware confection that vanishes the moment it is eaten.
Now playing. Gloriously nasty. Synths still sound good too.
There are just two copies remaining of my Nightjar Press short story.
What a dilemma! Both Gwendoline Riley and M. John Harrison are up for the Booker. (Mike will win. He’s 81.)
The hardest part of this constant heatwave is resisting much-needed bonfires. I am a pent-up pyromaniac. 🔥
Project Hail Mary. Curiously old-fashioned SF blockbuster. Andy Weir (see also The Martian) reminds me of Larry Niven.
Bands will spend a fortune in a fancy studio trying to recreate the magic of the demo and that’s Backrooms.
Serene ambient pedal steel jammed together with Aaron Funk’s epileptic beats. On paper it shouldn’t work and guess what, it doesn’t.
Perhaps the grisly cover of Pastime Paradise and the three-tier wedding cake of kitsch that is In Windows All. RIP Billy.
Now playing. How did this bomb? Produced by Thomas Fehlmann and Moritz Von Oswald AND Boris Blank. Weirdly, sounds like recent Alison Goldfrapp.
