"(t-s)hurts so good..."

a story about fashion, a fabric pen, and post-irony.

before i went away, i bought a fabric pen to label laundary; it came in useless, but while writing 'dcg' illegibly, in black, on black socks, i decided to grafitize a gray t-shirt someone had given me. can't print onto gray t-shirts. so i wrote a slogan on it, except, you might remember, i dislike slogan t-shirts. so what is the only slogan a creature like me would write on a t-shirt?

THIS T-SHIRT WAS FUNNY WHEN I BOUGHT IT.

hilarious! i'm a genius! i wore it round and proud. i wore it to heathrow, and staff thought it was funny. after about, ooh, five days of wear, i put it in the wash. went back to "visualise voluntary human extinction", and its ilk. when it came back from the wash, something was different about it. well, it hadn't changed. but suddenly it wasn't as funny. but then, when i realised that, it instantly became a whole room of american sit-com writers funnier. "it was funny when i bought it... and now it's not funny at all!! i kill me!". so i wore it again. now, the third time it came out of the wash, it had changed again. i looked upon it and realised i had entered the game of pricks. i was only in the same league as the people with "you're just jealous because the little voices are talking to me" t-shirts. for all my irony, i was no better. and now i'm embarresed to wear it. it sits at the top of my drawer, while every time i root underneath it for others... and soon, the next load of laundary will fall upon it, and it may be buried forever...

the chroncles of Roddick

in the far future, humanity is threatened by a maleveolent force from another galaxy. only the mercanarious super-brandeer Roddick can save us, with her over-priced hand creams and subtle beauty faschism...

honestly have you been in the body shop recently? it's like boots but everything's made out of wood, and there's no cheap stuff. that article was meant to be a lot longer, but iona desperately wants to go on the computer, and i need to get to altrincham to go big job hunting.

rant #2: the worst promotion ever.

i got home, fed the cat for the first time. a sign on the kitty kat box:

you could Win a free Odeon kids ticket!

erm.. worst promotion ever. they normally give those things away, with the redundant clause "with full paying adult". i mean a kids ticket is a couple of quid, you need to be accompanied, and there's going to be pop corn, and drinks.. you're going to make a fortune. so why restrict this by only giving away so many? at this point i saw the other clause - it's a kids ticket, at odeon, for the garfield movie. so you don't even get the choice? sad really.

new band names - bedford rascal, narcoleprosy, roddick.
new page coming soon: "101 things that automatically make you a cunt", as long as i continue using that word as a slander.

oh yeah, and indonesia was great. i' will be reading from my diary in brighton, but suffice to say, it was really quite beautiful and the people were very nice to us.

grilly out.

today's letter is 'B'

i think highlight of last week might have been dancing with anna in the fabulous Bell pub in bath, to a rather excellent jazz/blues band - very 50's, very technical, very good. on the way home we stopped in to continue dancing in a pub that had lots of reeally ruff jamai-core and other people dancing in, for a couple of minutes.

however, in a wonderful move, the berzerker has seen sense and put his pre-earche gabba eps on line - you can find this sick shit here nice to see his work defined as @death-core@. tried to go home today but leaving bath when i did i would have had to be picked in a round trip of nearly two hours for mes parents gone nine, so i came back to dann's in Baff. my worst travel experiance ever? leaving rachel's in Brummygham at about half five i think, got to New Street just past a train about ten past six. made it to my Brighton bed gone two in the morning. ah, memories..

the past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

i'm going soon, this might be my last blog until i come back to the normal world. i've nearly got everything i need to go away with. so thanks for reading, i love you, i'll see you soon.

gwiwy
xxxxx
p.s. this page actually looks normal in mozilla. but laurenec's doesn't. hmmm.
 
pps.
i want that book back.

it's official!!

i can - "proceed to the next year". in ecsaticism, i went to the pub,
and a pint and chips and read the joy of yiddish. there's a funny story
attached to finding that book at home, which i won't go into here.

but grilly, that's what this website is for!

but it's the way i tell it...

stayed with anna wednesday night. she's helping make a set of UV paintings for use in a psy-trance club night. we talked at legnth about one she had made, beautiful and monochrome, that she didn't want to give away; i talked her round i think. reminded me of dorian gray: "i have put too much of myself into it." there were three good points that i made... what were they? 1, it doesn't really matter; 2, it's nice that it'll be appreciated by hundreds of revellers, and at home it's too large to not be in the way; 3, can't remember. was there a third even? she has all these lovely people putting everything together in such a nice atmosphere.

fred's wedding was lovely. they had a handfasting - very traditional, but not
the usual tradition. they held hands, which were tied for a couple of
minutes, they said some silent vows, then they were (physically) untied
and we pelted them with rose petals. i played some songs - tried to
stick to the classics, because that's what people wanted -

going for a pie
24 hour garage people
superhorny
pete
in the garage
a sad attempt at ideoteque (during which someone started drumming, and carried on till the end of the set, which was of course...)
christmas song, with anna

i didn't want to play too many TotF songs.
everthing
was so good. the weather played it safe, the company was great, the
look on their faces, how they complement each other... a good wedding,
all things considered. yes, it was top to see owen, and dale, and cara, and definately fred, and others i won't go into here.
look it was great. soon...

grilly..xxx
x

"Go home and be a family man!" takes a holiday

well, my long-awaited next album has hit the shelves again, and not just because i don't know when i'll have time/inspiration to do it; the feature-legnth record (k, the definition of a feature-length film is one that is longer than 55 minutes, so the adage doesn't stretch to albums. you don't need to point this out to me!), to include the songs "the girl in the kid A top" (to feature drums and bass by thom ash [is that ok?]) and "new boyfriend", which have both existed fully formed in my head for about two years (if only there was an easier way to get them out) has been put back a release. yes, i have a project i wish to complete first. let me tell you about it.

before i came home this summer, i burnt off 3 copies of a cd of almost all the tunes i'd done in brighton on the computer, and gave them to people i wanted to hear them and maybe play with - Thom, Laurence, and Andyhead. it had thirty-two tracks - enough to pick filler material from for loads of releases. then, just the other day, it struck me. i was looking through a pc format dan had just sent me... what is special about the number 32? think back about ten years, for a second.



D00M II.

32 levels, each with a "par time". all i have to do is make each tune the length of a appropriate doom II level, et voila! instant concept, double album. 95 minutes. cd1 - the spaceport and the city. cd2 - HELL (and secret levels). songs can range from 30 seconds to seven minutes. i'm so exited. the best part is, i don't have to do that much work, just stretch the tunes to fit around the par times, and i get to use all those chunky great songs that would otherwaise never see the light of day - AND i get to use a pretentious "inspiration" for my "cycle" of music. could make a ballet, or an opera, out of it. see? great.