just bought: evolver 'nuclear' (botanica del jibaro) highly political hip hop slagging american foreign and domestic policy over crisp beats and nice loops of spanish style guitar/ flutes etc- quite simple, but effective. compared to mr lif, the subject matter sometimes seems at odds with the production, especially once you've got into el-p's broken prog funk beats. such niceness from botanica always suprises me, considering they are a sister label to the beta bodega coalition who are not afraid of turning out the odd bit of harsh electronic noise amongst its output.

anyway, one of the songs on here samples public enemy's 'you're gonna get yours' in the intro, which adds to its value no end.
as per usual, an excellent (though derivative) cover.

really enjoying 'dark magus' (present off my dad) too. christine hates it, so it's an illicit pleasure for an hour when i get in from work: lots of parping and feedback as you'd expect, thus making me feel very clever and intellectual, but as its much more listenable and funky than most free avante garde stuff that i've heard: you can groove to it as well. this sits nicely alongside a coleman hawkins compilation lp i've got that sounds wicked at 45rpm

reading bill drummond’s excellent ‘45’ at the moment-
my consumption of books has increased exponentially since i started getting the train to work, even with the daily distractions of various characters:
the woman who not only snoozes on the early train, but goes into full-on REM sleep: mumbling, dribbling etc only to wake with a start, look around in an embarrassed fashion and drift off back to sleep. she has recently taken to covering her face with her scarf so she knows full well she’s doing it; the strange preacher man who will enter into philosophical discussions with passing acquaintances, explain dreams and tell stories about the golden elk, or something.

…….anyway, drummond makes some profound comments about stone circles and the like (not a recent interest, or even that much of an interest, but certainly i am curious about them especially as we live within 3 miles of loads of pagan bits and bobs);

‘i think we are drawn to the stones not because of some sort of new age pagan yearning in our souls, but more because they seem to symbolise something for us that lives on in these islands. a continuity that has a stronger and deeper pull than the union flag, our royal family, our mother of parliaments, our victories in war, our language, our sterling currency or even our pop music. they haven’t been rammed down our throats at school. they aren’t on the coins in our pockets. they don’t tell us what to do, or make us feel guilty. they are just there from generation to generation.’


Spent saturday afternoon dancing round our living room to soul, and beating christine at the dance-mat* challenge. 100% pop idol performance.
Then we got drunk.

*now, before you get too upset, this is not a high-tech bit of kit- it doesn't sync. to any music, just has a few flashing LEDs and isn't attached to the tv- it's really a long lost '70s version of the 'flashy' playstation ones.

Spent sunday walking on the moor (well round the moor, cause its far too windy and country for us at the moment- it was basically a really round about trip to get the ingredients for sunday lunch).


this is a test.

idle thoughts for idle moments, eh?

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