saturday. summer sun. no rain for a change. and i’m bloody indoors:
- cleaning my flat. again.
- listening to old vinyl records: the beastie boys, sabbath, the beatles, the allman brothers live at fillmore east
- realising the genius songwriting of lennon/mccartney (and the occasional harrison). just listen to to the white album!
- watching mtv2’s 101 best music videos ever made, making me want to get my bjork cd out from the storage box
- chatting with ash over the phone
- jamming with ed and co. (played along with their touring 2000 dvd) with my LP custom black beauty (plugged into my marshall, via a 1959 marshall amp simulator, a dunlop crybaby and the ts-9… sweet). i heard about a man to whom i may be related… he’s leatherman…
- writing this entry
now, where the hell is nik????
kudo
seriously, i DO like. a safe outlet for your mental ejaculations…
anywho. i recommend haruki murakami for your next read. any of his novels would do. currently reading ‘the wind-up bird chronicle’.
will buy all of his, like i did irving (john).
mr murakami makes me soo wanna be a GOOD writer. not worthy etc
btw, did you get the mms of minime?
ciao
haha. yes. i’ve heard of murakami. so, the bird book is the one to get eh? 🙂
like i said, any would do, but if i have to choose one, i’d go for the bird book man…it’s da bomb.
i’m only a third way thru anywho.
love your food reviews n those photos look tempting enuf to make myself drools..