It remains still, quiet and quite eerie in the house with A and O in the UK. Last night we Skyped, which was fantastic, so Gerry Anderson video-phonish, but it seemed to mystify the little man somewhat when I spoke he looked out of the window into As folks garden did he think I was hiding in the bushes ? He is so alert, fascinated and fascinating to watch. I miss him and his mummy so much. Been listening to the White Stripes new album a lot I REALLY like it, its noisy and fuzzy and sweet and crunchy and so black and white and red all over he plays lots of major chords too so that a musical dimwit like me can almost struggle along with them without too much trouble. The version on sale here is bootlegged off a Canadian radio show, and has snippets of a female DJ between some of the tracks, and I think its really good, gives it a kind of the Who sell Out feel to it. Oh, those White Stripes They are so good, so primal, so real that they must have made one hell of a deal with satan in fact, you can see the evidence of that deal if you follow this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9zgT3WzTVA
Mr R and I are going to attend an evening of punk rock tomorrow night, an event which we are eagerly anticipating. From the flyer, which depicts Patti Smith in an outtake from the Horses cover and promises an indie punk mash up plus the Ramones live (!) we could be in for some New York New Wave (the venue owners are New Yorkers) lets hope so. Should I wear my skinny tie and black converse sneakers? Probably not
A report should filter through into this blog soon maybe even some pics, if I can remember how to get them into the editing box I still struggle massively with the mechanics of digital wonderment it takes a long time and a great deal of effort to get anything onto this site, believe me.
And so to bed how loud can an I-Pod go, I wonder
yes, I can tell that we are going to be friends