Monday, December 28, 2009

writin till it hurts


hey ho, hey ho,

the sweetness of the holiday season is with us and i've been going nuts writing stuff. trouble is i want to write a novel but i lack the discapline, so the way out is to put all of my writings together into one tomb, and sent it off to some of the 40 independant publishers in melbourne (yes its a fact i heard from the mouth of one such publisher). i've also been doing some music which has turned out nicey, and working out the logistical obsticles to organizing gig and perfornaces peices. you may well call it interprative dance (even though the term has some shady conotations). of cause its interpative is'nt all dance boofheads?yes my china trilogy duet season. to maske up for the fact that my last thing was in 2005, i plan to do the trilogy all this year. bundles of fun, and logistics statistics and emothionsal fits.

reading matthew bannister of sneaky feelings (ooohhh yek) and driibbbling darts of love (ohh much worse) fame. he has a bbok about his history and that of the dunedin sound. its a bit sickly and overdone. the humour is forced but it does give an insight into one of the most vital music happenings of the eighties.

weatching alfred hitchcok presentsa and the day the earth stood still. alfreds introductions to the little plays are hillarious, its worth it for him alone, but some of the storeis are good too. as for day the earth stood still, it is one of the great sci fi movies of all time. its a masterwork and a beutiful critisism of the times. the robot is pretty god damn creepy too.

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