Sunday 31st January
Followed the A12 from the lower East side to Snape Maltings with a banana & two sticks of liquorice.
The stuff I seen & heard I'll divulge tomorrow dearly belov-eds. There's a ton goin on today...
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Saturday 30th January
Woah! - full moon, shoulda guessed, shoulda seen it comin'! Strange twists & turns & there are more wild animals in the head than in the bushes. Stuff crawls into the cover of undergrowth in the silver light that illuminates the night like it was day - crazy-heads came out to play. Radio on it's 'Empty Vessels'.
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Friday 29th January
This diary entry is late
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Thursday 28th January
Drove to brother rick's studio reviewing vocal takes. Played 'Let It Bleed' loud all the way. Back at studio hyde recorded Telecasters till the boy's ears rang. Studied Kikuji Kawada's book 'The Map' from '65, recorded interview for FOXY TV & set another Keith Richards groove loose in my brain, performance takes precedent over tuning. Here comes the freezing rain my brethren... (more)
Wednesday 27th January
Last night, driving under cloudless stars, the Young Brothers riding shotgun laid down metronymic bricks of melodic distortion. They, like Townshend, were the human samplers who paved the way & set the bar for the tech generation who followed more than a decade later. The driver, with a laugh, kept the rubbers straight as the blacktop slid fast beneath him & darkness turned in on it's self, ripping, showing him with light. This morning on the radio, another miracle was pulled from the rubble.
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Monday 25th January
There was a man who caught a brown dog in his headlights one night as he was driving between the backs of the world. The dog had eyes made of Opals that surprised the man so much it made him stop & wind down his window, "Where are you going dog, on a cold night like this? Where is your home?"
The dog glanced back at the man hanging out've his car, making noises & shapes with his tiny mouth & said nothing,
because
he was a dog.
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