And gigs that I went to recently
include Low at Dingwalls, a strange cheerful departure for my one time
hero's but a reminder of why Music meant something more than anything and
not anything less than everything, until I discovered masturbation. Oh
andI saw UI and Rothko and Sand at the Ats centre in notting hill.
Sand Used to be very likeable and their album which has a pretty title is good in places but I worry about the new metalled up kind of vision that they hold for their future. Still sometimes you need to rock out on your own curl into a little ball and moan softly into a microphone scraping away the muck that camdens dirty fingers placed upon you and clean
yourself with the dignity of being poor.
Also seriously thinking about putting
my name down for the new coil album which is only available mail order,
but has the word "musik" spelt as is to put me off.
People ask me do I hate girls
or women or people and why do you make music if it's not for other people
and you generally become answerable to the desires of many and they can't
all be satisified,
I answer them by telling them of my 15 beautiful birds who live in the big block of flats, we don't live together, hell sometimes we don't even see each other, ever. but sometimes I go over and stare into the reflections in the UPVC double glazing, and I never leave unsated. I never had enough bread to feed them. But late in the evening they call my name before I slept, through the best years, Mark Mark Mark Mark.
Don't take it too seriously fella's you'll get married one day.