jabba the slut

it’s funny because he deserves it.
i have pretended to be important recently by making subfolders in thunderbird. i can’t believe i admitted that. but its out there now.
i was pleasantly interrupted from mixing thom the astronomers record this afternoon when my brother’s new album landed on the doormat. i am naturally consumed with jealousy, both of songwriting talent and of the right to record it this time round, but fortunately the record seems good enough that the predominant emotion is pleasure. i guess i just like songs about bathrooms. of course, since i didn’t mix it, all my lo-fi, punkrock, fuckyouisthefirsttakenotgoodenough attitude seems to have melted and i want to rush to the studio and scream at someone to turn this keyboard down and for gods sake take the low end off that bass, but no. there seems to be some steel-drum sounds on it. and it’s got “life model no.1″ on it, as well as seemingly endless songs that have seeped into my consciousness at various gigs over the past few months. i love listening to a song i think i don’t know, to discover that it’s a new version of something i really like.
you know it’s time for a change when…
you realise it is TV turn-off week and you have already watched “most naseauting celebrity holiday homes”. the only thing more repugnant than watching tommy lee (talentless lunk who boned pamela anderson. not an actor, as far as i know. may have got his name wrong) rubbing himself against the wall of his ‘big bird room’ were the pundits falling over themselves to tell me how repugnant they found all this decadence which they make their living from punditting.
you make up the word punditting without explanation
the sentence “i should give up too. my lungs hurt in the mornings” is addressed to you
your bed collapses daily
your complaints expand exponentially despite yourself. enough!