over the fog i thee stand

its a nice wet foggy day as i ruminate on the ills of the thornbury area. i'm a bit surprised because last night, somewhere close there was a very loud duf party and i eventually slept through it. took me an hour or so, but igod to nod land.

on friday i performed at westpace with a very sweaty craig peade. we were improvising with marc cher gerrard and rosalind hall, two likely types of the younger set. it was a privallige to work with them. so we peformed our ode to nanjing while they did video and sound manipulation. it was lots of fun. my favourite bit was at the start, we were all in spearate rooms and i crawled around the whole skirting board of a 12 metre square room. i could only be seen by those who had just arrived or thoses buying alcohol. so it was perfect. its so nice too feel totalyy connected to what you are doing and in this first bit i was there, not that i lost it. it was somthing about being alone in my pajamas that did it.

i had a good time overall and i'm sure that the punters got a good show, full of fun and mirth. if anything we kinda rushed it a little bit, but that always happens, when you first perform somthing. onwards and upwards to the next showing which will now be early december as mr peade is a busy man.

as i said sf sorrow is born

just been on a walk down merri creek. i tell you it's great to be so close to its weedy flow.i sweat in appreciation of a job well done, by my legs and feet. theres not much going on in my world. i did have a practise last night of the performance were going to do on friday, complete with sax and video show.

sf sorrow by the pretty things ranks on the top pile of psycadellia pop. its a concept album i've said, but the concept is'nt plain to see. i just knowi'm in love with songs like 'baron saturday', 'trust' and 'sf sorrow is born'. iits a ceaker all the way through, isay,i say.

music fringe band play

busy weeked my followers,

having new widows in my flat is great, a boggy job never could be as good. the plasterer needs to come in to make up for the mess. that aside, after my castlemaine trip last weekend, i've been listening to a couple of albums that are great as great can be.

the first is bill fays self titled album from 1970-1 ish. its orchestral and overblown, but it matches the plaintive voice of mr fay brilliantly. they do say opposites attract. theres a english oddall thing going on thats different from all the other english oddballs. its an understated wit in subtle tones. there are so man great songs, plus you get his only single 'some good advice/ screams in my ears', which is apparently one of the rareist decca/ deram singles ever. i cant imagine the guys at the record company had'nt much hope of a hit here, but as mr fay says, deram had a policy of throwing anything and everthing at the wall and seeing what sticks. i'm sure bill dribbled away, and judging by his second album, 'time of the last persicution' he joined a obsure christian cult.

the other thing i've been listening to is the pretty things 's.f sorrow'. its again one of those 1967 albums that reach trough the gloom of time an into the now. its a cocept album, but dont let that stop you, its a gret peice of music. i will talk more about it.