Foreword.
I ended up tweaking this post and adding a few Y G M quotes in places where I could not resist but that were absolutely not necessary in any way...at all. I apologise in advance.
I just found a song by Rod Stewart called ' Ide rather go blind'.
Bit dramatic don't you think?
I suppose his hearts in the right place.
Another exciting discovery was finding an amazing song by Dr Hook called 'Sexy Eyes'. Where have I BEEN?
I have developed a crush on Spotify.
He plays me the music I want, when I want, and despite force feeding me a few sick adverts now and again, pleases me
just the way I like it.
'It' being music going into my ears and into my brain...is that where the music goes?
So many questions I still need answers to.
Today was a good day. It was windy, I had sushi for lunch (sorry fish lovers), shoved down my gullet as secretly as one can eat sushi behind a shop counter (The book shop).
Tuesdays at the bookshop. Today is was quiet. BUT I am organising an EVENT! Yes, you heard it here first. An evening late October/early November, local musicians, not so local musicians, wine, wine wine wine wine wine wine
musicians
sausage rolls (my boss says these will be his contribution...they better be vegetarian. If not, they are being banned/binned.)
Wow, just finished off another listen to Sexy Eyes.
One more time. For luck.
ahem.
The guy from the bookshop across the road came in today and tried to talk me into a coffee with him (again).
He's not my type.
He's about 60 probably, and is quite, quite new age. This is fine, I quite like it, but you know...
He told me today he used to be the caretaker at St Martins back in the day. (The Day being the days when the days were THE DAYS, when everything was hazy and great, and everyone was famous but not famous at the same time, and everyone took drugs which made them ULTRA GREAT, and noone took drugs, and people fought over what video they would rent out at the weekend).
(Oh no! That last part about the video was a line from my all time favourite film ' You've got mail'. Sometimes the script leaks out into my everyday life).
Anyway, I don't really know what went on back in Those Days. I just had coffee today and it has made me a bit over excited.
(Joe F O X: "The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.")
SO
yesterday I was in London helping my beautiful friend Rod put up her MA show. I felt quite important, which meant panicking a bit internally, because if I messed up... well, you know.
But I did not mess up, I just ate a lot of the snacks supplied.
Rods work shines. It's all about running.
It's going to be an amazing show...so go.
Here is where it is at...for two weeks I think from tomorrow.
http://www.afoundation.org.uk/london/
It's a lovely place.
So is the canteen.
(You make my pants want to get up and dance...another not so great Dr Hook song. It kind of reminds me of an ACDC song- the title I can't quite remember...something to do with life being like a bowl full of spaghetti? Answers on a postcard).
Autumn is bearing it's fruits... pears picked from the garden tree this morning served me breakfast, and the leaves I am starting to be able to kick are making me feel like Love might be on the cards.
I don't know why. Its the you've got mail connection yet again. We first meet Joe F O X and Kathleen Kelly in the first throws of Autumn- their love affair just starting its engine
(starting it's engine...???? what on earth is going on?)
Yup.
So,
anyway.
Joe F O X - "Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms".
I wish someone would send me a bouquet of anything (anything Lovely, not just ANYTHING). (That's opening up a whole can o postal worms).
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