There are more than 200 different cold viruses and viruses can mutate. I wonder how many different types of jazz there are as I listen to the Rollers Instinct remix of T-Power and MK-Ultra’s ‘Mutant Jazz’ - a mutation of a mutation...
So I have another cuppa tea just cause it’s wet, warm and soothing to my throat...
Stare at the pile of DVDs that are to be watched or have been partly watched – ‘Une Femme Mariee’, ‘The Spirit Of The Beehive’, ‘The Big Heat’, ‘Rosemary’s Baby’...
How many films will I never see that I really wanted to?
How many books will go unread?
On the desk sits a birthday card from my big sis, bless her, demonstrating her taste in humour...
Also a box of blank discs tempting me to spend more money downloading music...
Look at the posters on the wall – ‘The City That Never Sleeps’, ‘Invasion Of The Saucer Men’, ‘Kiss Me Deadly’...
The grey sky and cold air creeping through the sash window...
The pile of old photos dug up when rummaging through the cupboard...was that me back then....?
The glass jar containing cash – money’s too tight to mention? Not really. I need some money? Don’t we all want more, but what we want and what we need, oh what a difference...
Money tunes...perhaps I’ll compile a list of favourites...and perhaps I won’t...
Listening to an album by Sart called ‘Sart’ – the crackle and quietness of ‘myk’ is so appealing...peaceful...but not without intrigue...
Look at the pile of books on the floor which are due to be taken to the s/h shop – second from the bottom, Pynchon’s latest, because I’ve given up trying to appreciate or understand why he’s reckoned to be such a great writer. I’ve tried them all and got nowhere...
The Penguin Guide To Jazz on CD sits opened, face down, on pages containing the works of Joe Lovano because I thought I’d give him a listen to see why he’s got so many four-star ratings – did that an hour ago, still wondering, even though I know it’s a matter of taste. I’m in no mood for that kind of saxophone virtuosity – much prefer the non-virtuosity of Sart right now...
Browse my pictures for an image to accompany this post. Tell myself it doesn’t have to relate to what I’ve written about...
And I wonder who the hell I’m talking to...
You place books face down with the pages open? I'm feeling a little uneasy with that image.
ReplyDeleteWhy's that, Monkey?
ReplyDeleteDamages the spine. Makes the pages fall open. A general lack of care. Gives me the chills.
ReplyDeleteMind you, I hate it when people fold back the pages of a newspaper so I'm prob a touch over sensitive!
I don't think you'd dare open that Olympia Press copy of 'The Ticket That Exploded' that I have! The Penguin guide is sternly made, though; made for heavy use and abuse, to their credit. Some of my books are pristine, as if they've never been read...and in some cases, they haven't.
ReplyDeleteI'm a touch OCD about book spines too. Not so about newspapers, however. I mean, do we still have those? ;) Carrie, on the other hand, will take a book and bend it right in half. I quake every time she does it. And she wonders why, when she asks what she should read next, I suggest she wouldn't like any of my books...
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