"It was the tiniest suitcase I had ever seen, and believe me, I've seen some small suitcases in my time..."

I'm sorry, but I'm [un]able to post to this blog right no[w] - but please call back so[on] - your visits are im[port]ant to us.

It's a done deal. No more concearns for a while. I might even take a holiday - I might even leave me mac behind. But probably not. I'm off wandering for a few days, but I'll be keeping busy. I need one week in some cheap and cheerful hotel away from everyone and everything. Just think. Plot me future out a bit.

[Any]thing is possible.

Roll[o].

Got this in the mail from former Cobridge Crew Lee: Lovely stuff and sod you if you don't like it.

THE FOLLOWING IS A CHINESE GOOD LUCK TANTRA TOTEM...

This tantra totem has been sent to you for good luck. It has been sent

around the world ten times so far. You will receive good luck within four

days of relaying this tantra totem.

Send copies to people you think need good luck. Don't send

money as fate has no price. Do not keep this message. The tantra totem must leave your hands in 96 hours. You will get a very pleasant surprise.

This is true, even if you are not superstitious.

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get

older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.



THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have

or sleep all you want. FOUR. When you say, "I love you", mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye. SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married .

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others;

Responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY ONE. Spend some time alone.

Now, here's the FUN part!



Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve.





0-4 people: Your life will improve slightly.



5-9 people: Your life will improve to your

liking

9-14 people: You will have at least 5 surprises

in the next 3 weeks

15 and above: Your life will improve drastically

and everything you ever dreamed of will



begin to take shape.



Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others

without getting few drops on yourself.

I keep waking up in the midst of this pulsing vertigo. This morning I was dreaming that I could see all of these estate agents inspecting these incredibly tall brownstone buildings: they would use a ladder to get up to a certain point, then they would simply climb the walls and perch upon the slanting rooftops. Just watching them was making me feel a little too light and odd. How were they going to get down?

Please excuse me while I crawl into a 4ucking corner and die. How 4ucking hard can it be to get paid?! Just kill me someone, please... I'm destined to remain in a state of abnormal limbo 4 ever. I give in. I resign myself to this endless stream of chaos - where every attempt at living a normal existance is thwarted. Can I just have one day where just one thing goes to plan?

Held to ransom in the car-park of the local Kwik Save.

"Villains and coppers, all together."

Rapido versus Eurotrash

Coat of Pockets

The Great Chocolate Bar Conspiracy

‘The Great Chocolate Bar Conspiracy’ of the late 1990’s apparently told the story of the connection between victims of the ‘visitor phenomenon’ which began in ernest in the mid 1950’s. A report by Dr Inkval Ability of The University of Haddenford, suggested that each and every victim of aparent ‘alien abduction’ had all eaten a certain chocolate bar as children.

STOP ME AND BUY ONE

She had nice hair - even when it was a mess.

we have an escape plan, do you want in?

lrgcfptmlw

Coincidentally, the confectionary itself was withdrawn by the manufacturer shortly before the turn of the century.

long live the fighters.

Speak to me.

Seriously, are you one of Jay's Kids?


Music

a very depressing half hour last night strolling through the sites of bands from the Brum scene days - they're all either split-up or boring. Shit... However....

"SDC were not out to make friends or profits." The Lab [updated!]


I've knocked up a remix of a Nubia loop - a kind of 'nubia versus memeplex' thing, I've just put some singing on it and Ade's working on the bass. I like this idea of 'guesting' on a track - working on source material I didn't create - good impetus.

Heard a sneak preview of the first Compsey Tribunal EP - even the packaging is very THEM - it's very, very different to anything they've done before - a bit lo-fi, with lots of spikey guitars and seedy beats.
It sounds more like Richard's Halon 1301 than anything else.

Still trawling through the SDC tape set - mostly routing out jems for working up new stuff.

well, the main thing at the moment is working on the MeMePlex PriMe material using hard disc recording. I've been lucky enough to con Ade and Lee into working with me again so I hope that we'll get Ade back on bass and decks.

This is, I hope, a good balance between the SDC groove, atmospherics and bass, and the Odeama new-wavery strum and hiss... Check the MP3's or get the free CD.

First off - I don't want to set up a label - I'm really pleased that TAR is happening but I can't do that - and I don't see why I should tread on their toes. But I want this stuff heard.

I reckon I can divide everything I've been working on over the last twelve months into three sets: there's the real drums stuff that sounds more like 60's spy themes than anything else; there's the MeMeplex stuff which is like a meaty SDC with a hollywood budget; and there's this 'tapes and samples' stuff which I need to get a grip on - I want it to be really stripped down little lullabies made of found sounds - hardly anything musical, that I can sing over and not over-do.


Artcrimes

I'm updating this site almost daily, sifting through my jpg's, almost finished editing me story-list thing, made a list of writer's agents in preperation.

"The music didn't matter, the place didn't matter. It didn't matter that I hadn't had enough to eat, or sleep. I didn't feel out of place.

I feel impossibly light - unthinking but conscious.

Maybe I'm not looking for anything. Maybe everything I really need is all right here and now - if I know how to look for it.

But when you look me in the eye, I know that it's OK to - just - shut - up...

I'm at rest. I'm wading out into the space you make, with just this curious gaze - a brave bemusement.

Not waiting to be entertained. Not speaking about nothing.


You forgotten about the town. It's never been on the map because it's so small. Just a couple of streets really.

I'm looking. I've always been looking - I just have no idea what I'm looking for. But when I meet your gaze, I feel like I could stop - I feel like a child sinking into quicksand. But it's safe. I can accept it. But it's really bloody scary.

Those barely blue eyes wide."

'Can we agree, never to agree... on defining our relationship? Because I think that the day we do, is the day that we stop... settle down... give up... smile without seeing...'