I have been accused of going goblin mode. So I will embrace it. Sunday’s newsletter actually covers a big part what slowed me down this past week. But mostly I just don’t have my shit together enough yet and now I’m behind by an extra week.
Anyway, I’m staying shut down here until May 29th.
I need to spend this week getting a proper hold on a bunch of things, and to finish off a few things, so I’m shutting some activity levels down again.
The sycamore tree is now in full leaf. I have a lot to do in the garden, but I have more to do indoors.
ON DECK: Trying to compress three days’ work into two, because I’m recording on Friday, apparently. I dunno which episode of DEPT. MIDNIGHT we’re recording, but I’ve been told to hold the day, so holding I am.
INBOX: 70. Catching up.
READING: Just finished PIRANESI, casting around for what’s next.
OUTSIDE: “Police arrest man in gimp suit who jumped in front of motorist in Somerset”
I love this record from the Unexplained Sounds Group out of Italy, from whom I have bought many things in the past. Enough that, apparently, Raffaele felt the need to gift me a copy of one of his other projects, linked below:
Incredibly grateful for this and can’t wait to discover it: after I listen to “obscure matriarchal tribe” again:
Arrived on Saturday. If there was anyone else in the house, they would have gone fully insane by now from the number of times I’ve played the second track.
Totally lost track of time today, so here’s a photo of the squirrel that wrecks all my plants every day. He is a criminal and should be in prison. However, it is the law in England that if one traps or otherwise imprisons a grey squirrel, one is legally obliged to kill it and is subject to legal sanction if one releases it, because it is a destructive invasive species. So I continue to let it wreak havoc, and am putting chicken wire around the young trees and over the vegetables so he cannot kill them. And, yes, I give him peanuts.
Newsletter went out Sunday. I am scripting, I have a lot of reading to do, I’m scheduling recording sessions, I’m in a few conversations, and I’m… I dunno. Slightly behind the curve, slightly frustrated. I spent the long weekend in notebooks and have nothing much to show for it, just some germs of ideas. Onward. More coffee.
The film posters of Cruz Novillo; I’m about to lose 30 minutes of work time to this link.
Newsletter is done and ready to go out Sunday morning. Just fed all the plants. Inbox is probably around 100, and it’s Bandcamp Friday, so my Bandcamp inbox is probably bulging at the seams. But I am scripting with one hand and developing new ideas with the other, and I don’t care. Am avail on email and messaging apps, but expect time delays. Back here on Tuesday, as it is Old Man Gets New Hat National Holiday on Monday. Happy weekend to both of my readers.
Saving the ones I like from this Casual Optimist post:
EDITED TO ADD: A Spanish edition of Cynan Jones that caught my eye:
I started Void Ov Voices in 2006 to create ritualistic music for the moment, to play only live performances while capturing and interfering with the energy of the space and the time of the location.
The first time I travelled to Lebanon was in 2008 for one particular reason: to visit the Trilitons and the giant Monoliths of Baalbek. I was deeply impressed by the level of ancient civilisations engineering technology and the intense magical atmosphere of the whole area.
Infuriatingly, this wonderful recording is not on CD. And so I cannot own a physical copy of its cosmic might. I may have to bend my current rule and get the digital copy.
