liquid by katharine eastman
My dears, I notice that one of the tags running across the bottom (of the page, not of my person) is "minimal techno". I was either drunk or in mischievous mood when I opted for it - considering that way back in my early days on Bandcamp my albums were rough distorted random attacks on the acoustic guitar backed by loops of lazy cheap keyboardum.
But over the years, quite by chance, I seem to have drifted off into a minimal techno direction. A case of giving the dog (bitch) a bad (good) name, and hang him (her) - or in my case: make nicer music. Well, I think it's nicer. The stats show that this isn't the opinion of the world. But you've met people, you know how stupid they all are - who'd want to try to do things that please them ?
This bit of music pleases me. Not hugely, but more than average. It's one of my few pieces which actually sounds lazier than it really is/was - I think this one actually took longer to make than it takes to hear, and that is unusual for me. I must confess that that awful groaning noise you hear from time to time throughout it is indeed my own mellifluous voice, slowed down to sound like I am struggling on the loo. Oh well. It wasn't meant to be included. It would be too much like hard work to try to remove it now.
And human nature being what it is, if I hadn't confessed that it's a musical error and that I find it embarrassing then future historians will probably say that the groan is a brilliant carefully-crafted roar of complaint against the injustices of mankind. I seem to be in talkative mood this morning in this half hour before I nip off to the cinema - yes I am the only person left in the UK who hasn't seen the Bob Dylan thingy yet.
So I will just say that yesterday I had a lovely walk over near Basingstoke. You have no idea how beautiful the countryside is over there. But every time I go I have to take a map just in case they've started building another new housing estate and I need to take a new route. Never mind. It encourages me to stay sober and to keep on living for today because like all Luddites I know that the world constantly gets shittier and shittier and it's no good waiting for any politicians' promises to make anyone's life happier. Today's as good as it gets. So get out there.
However I was a little over-eager. I got the 5-15am train - quite a sensible thing to do in the summer, but bonkers in the winter. Can you believe that I'd forgotten that it's winter. I found myself wandering around the outskirts of Basingstoke and into the countryside in the total darkness for two bloody hours until the sun stirred herself. I survived. It was thrilling. All that frighten me are deer-shooters who might think I'm a deer, and sharp branches poking out at eye level that might do me a blinding injury. But here I am - intact - both eyes still working, and believe it or not both ears working too.
Monday was a less happy day. I found myself having coffee with a group of people who were all patting each other on the backs about how horrified they are about Trump. If there is one way to turn me into a Trump supporter it is to sit and hear smug middle-class landlord-y types telling me how wonderful Joe Biden was as they sit sipping late-morning cocktails being served by the underpaid overworked young people who are paying them to live in a room in their houses - I do hope you young people are spitting in all the drinks that you are serving to all us self-satisfied hypocritical old cunts.
recorded today, photo Lepe a couple of weeks ago - no I am just not in the mood to take new photos right now
