Misc: Not the End of Book-Buying, Andy Stott, Flamenco

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Half-cut tinned rice detuning emotion
Synchronised alphanumerical nuclear washing-machine
Electric collie dog hand-wringing speculation
Bug powder aftershave

(these will help attract visitors, so I was told, although he may have been joking)

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Got home to find a package from Amazon which LJ had scrawled on - cheeky moo. Funny thing was that it contained This is Not the End of the Book by Umberto Eco and Jean-Claude Carrière. Or in my case, This is Not the End of the Book-Buying - ha! A wonderful read, which basically consists of two clever dicks discussing all things pertaining to literature and the book. Highly recommended.

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Ode To Andy Stott

The recording artist called Andy Stott

Is someone I've never quite got,

His music is praised as if it's amazing,

But to these ears it really is not.

(Philip Larkin, eat your heart out)

His latest album, the name of which escapes me and I'm not looking it up, garnered more praise, but all I heard was what sounded like slowed-down D&B, a bit of droning, but not enough, and some bird singing indecipherable minimalist words wistfully. Bah!

(I don't usually bother with negative reviews, as you know, being one of the five regular readers, but since this is a casual, chatty grab bag of miscellany, I couldn't resist it)

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Bought this last week for £1.50 (what do you mean, I was ripped off) - just the kind of gem in mint condition that I like to add to the vinyl collection. Since we went to Seville we've seen flamenco in a new light and every click, stamp, strum and song takes us back to walking the narrow streets of the old town in search of this amazing musical experience. The trouble was that the Spanish night-life starts at midnight, by which time us middle-aged Brits reckon to be tucked up in bed with good books. Still, we did find flamenco.

Recently I found the clip below, which despite being from a Z-Movie (I suspect) contains a stunning dance. 

 TTFN