I seem to have landed rather a large client (not fat) who wants a web site for his record/agency/management company, along with quicktime and realmedia streaming. He is also interested in a web based radio station.
If he has the money for all this I shall eat my hat (cotton cap rather than bowler).
I shall probably end up doing it for the usual pittance... Still you never know!
To this end I have installed PHP NUKE and am frantically trying to learn enough php jargon to flabberghast with the best.
Fingers crossed.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Weird but oddly attractive
I hereby decree that Transgenic Tombstones are the way forward. I plan on setting root in an attractive orchard somewhere in Sussex, my leaves rustling in the wind, my fruit providing succour for epicures that so desire it. Hmm.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!
What is it with me and deadlines, and why can't I get it through my dense skull that finishing early would be a pleasant and relaxing experience.
I remember at school it was the same. I'd leave my prep until the last possible second, often staying up half the night to finish. Strange how the excuse 'I'm working on my prep Sir.' never seemed to hold any weight when caught in the library at 4.00am.
I've written a good, nay, a damn good song called 'Hollywood Fantasy.' I can 'hear' how it could be, the production I'd like to throw it's way. Yet what have I done? Watched a shed load of T fucking V, and only started to record it at 11pm. Arse that I am.
Winge over
I remember at school it was the same. I'd leave my prep until the last possible second, often staying up half the night to finish. Strange how the excuse 'I'm working on my prep Sir.' never seemed to hold any weight when caught in the library at 4.00am.
I've written a good, nay, a damn good song called 'Hollywood Fantasy.' I can 'hear' how it could be, the production I'd like to throw it's way. Yet what have I done? Watched a shed load of T fucking V, and only started to record it at 11pm. Arse that I am.
Winge over
Monday, February 07, 2005
Somme like it hot
Big fun today. I spent a couple of wonderful hours driving a 3.5 tonne mini digger around the field, raising the brambles to the ground. True the field now looks like the Somme in 1918 (without trenches or corpses), but I now have two LARGE piles of shrubbery to be burnt.
In other news I still haven't reviewed the last songfight, and I still haven't finished my tax. Oh for a brain that has its head screwed on.
In other news I still haven't reviewed the last songfight, and I still haven't finished my tax. Oh for a brain that has its head screwed on.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
A tired bunny
Not that I would actually qualify as a bunny per se, but I am tired.
It's aroung 2.30am and having got to bed at 6am, dragged from the pit 3 hours later by an over enthusiastic neighbour who had 'a mate delivering 80 tonnes of free scaplings for the track' (when is anything actually free?), I have not been in the best of moods today.
I don't really mind the fact that the track is beginning to look like a small 'A' road, or that I had to spend several hours doing hard manual labour, but the perpetual moaning about the state of my land gets me down. They all want to live in the country, but have the country like a glorified B&Q garden centre. Fuck 'em.
Enough. I'm away to my bed.
It's aroung 2.30am and having got to bed at 6am, dragged from the pit 3 hours later by an over enthusiastic neighbour who had 'a mate delivering 80 tonnes of free scaplings for the track' (when is anything actually free?), I have not been in the best of moods today.
I don't really mind the fact that the track is beginning to look like a small 'A' road, or that I had to spend several hours doing hard manual labour, but the perpetual moaning about the state of my land gets me down. They all want to live in the country, but have the country like a glorified B&Q garden centre. Fuck 'em.
Enough. I'm away to my bed.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
pondering green
I'm thinking that this 'new' blog template is just too green. I was after something calming, but not too calming. I'm not sure if this is the one.
You see? It's making me write utter bilge, and for no apparent reason.
On another note: My entry for 'When it snows' has already garnered a vote, so I must finally be doing something right. I get the feeling that I'm finding a syle, though the style I'm finding doesn't actually appeal. Odd.
Yesterday my bank manager asked me what I would really like to be doing (bank psychobabble) and without a moments hesitation I said "writing music". Then I had to qualify this by telling him about my musical past. He said "did you play on Eastbourne Pier in 1979?" I replied that I hadn't and he said "Good, it was a terrible gig." It was all rather surreal and a tad confusing.
Now he wants to sell me a mortgage.
If I didn't already live in the country I'd say 'Oh for the peace of the country.'
You see? It's making me write utter bilge, and for no apparent reason.
On another note: My entry for 'When it snows' has already garnered a vote, so I must finally be doing something right. I get the feeling that I'm finding a syle, though the style I'm finding doesn't actually appeal. Odd.
Yesterday my bank manager asked me what I would really like to be doing (bank psychobabble) and without a moments hesitation I said "writing music". Then I had to qualify this by telling him about my musical past. He said "did you play on Eastbourne Pier in 1979?" I replied that I hadn't and he said "Good, it was a terrible gig." It was all rather surreal and a tad confusing.
Now he wants to sell me a mortgage.
If I didn't already live in the country I'd say 'Oh for the peace of the country.'
Monday, January 31, 2005
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes. indeedy.
I have done many things since last I journalised:
Firstly I have changed said journal (this 'kin page what you're gawping at) with a different flavour of template. I did this for the sole reason that a change is as good, if not better, than no change at all.
Secondly I have written and recorded an entry for 'When it snowed'. This is my first Song Fight entry of the year. An odd little ditty it is indeed, with most excellent mouth percussion.
Thirdly, and with a hung head, and a pityfully quivering lower lip I must admit to not (that's NOT) getting my tax return finished in time. FUCK.
Still. Never mind eh.
Firstly I have changed said journal (this 'kin page what you're gawping at) with a different flavour of template. I did this for the sole reason that a change is as good, if not better, than no change at all.
Secondly I have written and recorded an entry for 'When it snowed'. This is my first Song Fight entry of the year. An odd little ditty it is indeed, with most excellent mouth percussion.
Thirdly, and with a hung head, and a pityfully quivering lower lip I must admit to not (that's NOT) getting my tax return finished in time. FUCK.
Still. Never mind eh.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
The years roll by
Grant's Birthday today. Another friend gets a year older. Why we aren't born old and get younger is a mystery I'll never fathom. It seems such a sensible way to go.
Cat seems jaded. Must be the weather. I hate winter weather in England. If it's winter it should be cold and snowy. It should be a chore to get the car started, scraping the ice of the windows in gloves and scarf. Instead it's just bleak, damp and miserable. All this and more to come courtesy of good old 'Global Warming tm'.
Now back to trying to sort out my tax. Hey ho.
Cat seems jaded. Must be the weather. I hate winter weather in England. If it's winter it should be cold and snowy. It should be a chore to get the car started, scraping the ice of the windows in gloves and scarf. Instead it's just bleak, damp and miserable. All this and more to come courtesy of good old 'Global Warming tm'.
Now back to trying to sort out my tax. Hey ho.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Is it me, or is modern poetry CRAP!
I get a lot of email from lists that I've signed up to on the spur of the moment and most of which I bin without reading. The arts list is different. It is full of people asking for, and presumably getting finance for the most 'off the wall' projects. Facinating.
Today I got one from www.poetrylondon.co.uk who are looking for a manager, one day a week. Not that I want the job, but interested in the site non the less I check out the 2004 competition. Not one of the poems stir me, and a lot of them don't seem like poetry at all. I'm left wondering, and slightly bemused.
Today I got one from www.poetrylondon.co.uk who are looking for a manager, one day a week. Not that I want the job, but interested in the site non the less I check out the 2004 competition. Not one of the poems stir me, and a lot of them don't seem like poetry at all. I'm left wondering, and slightly bemused.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
The trouble with the media
The trouble with the media is that the more you get to see of a disaster the more inured you become. I'm suffering from this 21st century affliction to the nth degree. Switch on the radio
"The distaster worsens as..." Switch on the TV and more of the same with pictures.
Tonight the admass are fed the faces of orphaned children.
"This little girl is hoping beyond hope her Grandmother (close up of a tear rolling down childs cheek) is still alive (dramatic pause) otherwise she will become one more of the many, many orphans of Phuket."
Though I'm sure it's been said a bazillion times before Phuket is a really unfortunate name. I've wanted to go there for the longest time, and yet now I'm not really bothered if I ever see the place. The magic that was the far East has in my mind vanished for good. Sad but true.
"The distaster worsens as..." Switch on the TV and more of the same with pictures.
Tonight the admass are fed the faces of orphaned children.
"This little girl is hoping beyond hope her Grandmother (close up of a tear rolling down childs cheek) is still alive (dramatic pause) otherwise she will become one more of the many, many orphans of Phuket."
Though I'm sure it's been said a bazillion times before Phuket is a really unfortunate name. I've wanted to go there for the longest time, and yet now I'm not really bothered if I ever see the place. The magic that was the far East has in my mind vanished for good. Sad but true.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Happy New Year?
I have been 'battered' by television pictures of the Asian Tsunami disaster.
The first couple of days they repeated the 'wave coming in' which was shot from a second floor balcony by a tourist. It showed an idyllic beach scene with the wave coming in over a swimming pool, and a few people running. The casualty figures were estimated to be around 20,000, which is vaguely understandable and horrific.
For the last couple of days they have been repeating aerial shots. These I just can't comprehend. Mile after mile after mile of utter desolation. Looking more like satellite photographs, you can see markings of where villages once were, roads vanish underwater only to reappear in the distance, huge boats far inland...
Casualty figures of over 100,000. It is just devastating, and this from the safety of a living room on the other side of the planet.
We are so insignificant it puts all personal troubles into true perspective.
If I believed in God I would think it is his way of saying "You'd better start bucking up your ideas. Or else".
It makes me ponder the point of it all.
The first couple of days they repeated the 'wave coming in' which was shot from a second floor balcony by a tourist. It showed an idyllic beach scene with the wave coming in over a swimming pool, and a few people running. The casualty figures were estimated to be around 20,000, which is vaguely understandable and horrific.
For the last couple of days they have been repeating aerial shots. These I just can't comprehend. Mile after mile after mile of utter desolation. Looking more like satellite photographs, you can see markings of where villages once were, roads vanish underwater only to reappear in the distance, huge boats far inland...
Casualty figures of over 100,000. It is just devastating, and this from the safety of a living room on the other side of the planet.
We are so insignificant it puts all personal troubles into true perspective.
If I believed in God I would think it is his way of saying "You'd better start bucking up your ideas. Or else".
It makes me ponder the point of it all.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Would you credit it
Sunday/monday
So there I was having worked out a few bits for J$'s 'run faster' and let me say the bits were not too shabby either. Infact I was quite chuffed. Decided to go to bed and like a prune just shut the whole damn studio down by switching off at the plug. Tit.
later on monday
Try to start up and nothing. Tried again... Nada.
Tuesday
So I pm J$ and pull out of the collab. He (gentleman that he is) says no problem.
Sulk a bit, or a lot depending on your scale of sulking. Veg out to much too much TV.
Wednesday (yesterday) pm
Try the computer again and bugger me blind it starts up sweet as a nut. Go figure. I'm pondering the idea I might have neglected to plug something in, but I did nothing different today than yeaterday. Odd.
So the upshot is I might be in 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' or not.
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Having written a 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' I now realise the title is 'Pawnbrokers Stepdaughter' Gah. I'm wondering if a pawnbroker would refer to his stepdaughter as 'stepdaughter', or just 'daughter'?
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This awful Tsunami disaster has me pondering the insignificance of humanity. We are nothing in the face of nature unleashed. Perhaps we, and by we I mean the human race, should begin to be more aware of this fact.
So there I was having worked out a few bits for J$'s 'run faster' and let me say the bits were not too shabby either. Infact I was quite chuffed. Decided to go to bed and like a prune just shut the whole damn studio down by switching off at the plug. Tit.
later on monday
Try to start up and nothing. Tried again... Nada.
Tuesday
So I pm J$ and pull out of the collab. He (gentleman that he is) says no problem.
Sulk a bit, or a lot depending on your scale of sulking. Veg out to much too much TV.
Wednesday (yesterday) pm
Try the computer again and bugger me blind it starts up sweet as a nut. Go figure. I'm pondering the idea I might have neglected to plug something in, but I did nothing different today than yeaterday. Odd.
So the upshot is I might be in 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' or not.
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Having written a 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' I now realise the title is 'Pawnbrokers Stepdaughter' Gah. I'm wondering if a pawnbroker would refer to his stepdaughter as 'stepdaughter', or just 'daughter'?
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This awful Tsunami disaster has me pondering the insignificance of humanity. We are nothing in the face of nature unleashed. Perhaps we, and by we I mean the human race, should begin to be more aware of this fact.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
I loath the phone (1 day special)
I go through patches when I loath the phone, and today was one such patch. I'm sitting down t't tube and the damn thing rings. I don't normally mind as the answerphone picks up after three rings, however I had changed it to seven rings on a whim and damn is the phone LOUD!
Nevertheless I leave it and watch TV.
Later I try and call back my sister and she had the temerity to be out!
Nevertheless I leave it and watch TV.
Later I try and call back my sister and she had the temerity to be out!
Monday, December 20, 2004
Is deep Throat senile?
Deep Throat, the 'person' who comes up with the titles at songfight has done it again. Naff would be my word of choice for this weeks titles.
The first was 'Les Anchois' (Muse sighed in a heavily resigned manner). I swiftly eyed title two which was 'Block City'. So the choice was obvious. I hate Anchovies, have never had anything good to say about them. I don't like them in or on food of any variety, and as pets go they suck. Block City didn't stir me either, So no song... Then -
I discovered www.secondlife.com. I would join in a flash, if only my damn pc was up to spec. It seems like a huge leap forward, and fun to boot (I'm not describing what it is, you'll just have to go and check it out for yourselves). Anyhow, to cut a blitheringly boring diatribe short, It took me a while but I finally came up with a lyrical idea, and a tune which works... Too late to record by the deadline however. Sad, but true. Anyway, here are the lyrics for Block City, which I will endevour to record at some point:
The first was 'Les Anchois' (Muse sighed in a heavily resigned manner). I swiftly eyed title two which was 'Block City'. So the choice was obvious. I hate Anchovies, have never had anything good to say about them. I don't like them in or on food of any variety, and as pets go they suck. Block City didn't stir me either, So no song... Then -
I discovered www.secondlife.com. I would join in a flash, if only my damn pc was up to spec. It seems like a huge leap forward, and fun to boot (I'm not describing what it is, you'll just have to go and check it out for yourselves). Anyhow, to cut a blitheringly boring diatribe short, It took me a while but I finally came up with a lyrical idea, and a tune which works... Too late to record by the deadline however. Sad, but true. Anyway, here are the lyrics for Block City, which I will endevour to record at some point:
What are you going to do with your second life
You’ve got the building blocks to make it right
You could build a town house or an island retreat
A big block city just seems too obscene
Now we have the place to make
A halcyon life that never ends
Everybody wants to transcend the norm
Become the character they dream about
From dusk till dawn
Start a shopping mall or an x rated punk rock dive
Become the artist you’ve always wanted to be
Win a songfight? Oh mamma let it be!
Saturday, December 04, 2004
After a long sojourn a New Song is in!
'Piece of my heat' is in... I submitted under Kamakura before I remembered Ivy was supposed to be doing it. It was, as usual, rushed. I can 'see' where it will go when I get the time to record it properly (with a band) and though the genre is probably not what I'm best at I... Quite like it! Here then are the lyrics:
Piece of my heat
Piece of my heat
Hey there cutey pie
Wanna see what we can do if we really try
My pants are on fire just for a glimpse of you
I’ll give you everything I’ve never possessed
I’ll give you half of the medicine chest
I’ll love you faithfully at least ‘til the end of the night
So you wanna come and play with me?
Join in with the fantasy
Come along and taste a piece of my heat
Come and come and come with me
We’ll trip the light so fantastique
Down ‘n’ dirty take a piece of the heat
Hey there sleepy head
Wanna see what we can do if we stay in bed
You’ve got me riding, riding the edge of my mind
I’ll pledge my heart if it will make you stay
You’ve got my soul if you can banish the grey
I’ll love you faithfully at least ‘til the end of time
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Muse Strikes!
HA!
I've written a ditty for the next songfight 'Piece of my heat' which I will offer to my good friend Ivy Vee. Hopefully he will pull his finger out and record it tomorrow.
I wish the titles would become a tad more 'inspiring'. These last few weeks they have been, in my most humble opinion, shite.
I've written a ditty for the next songfight 'Piece of my heat' which I will offer to my good friend Ivy Vee. Hopefully he will pull his finger out and record it tomorrow.
I wish the titles would become a tad more 'inspiring'. These last few weeks they have been, in my most humble opinion, shite.
The First of December yet again...
Does it ever get easier? I'm beginning to fear it doesn't.
Yet another year rolls towards conclusion, yet another year in which, other than writing a few songs I have achieved nothing of any great import. It makes me wonder quite what the point of it all is. I used to be a thoroughbred panglossian (cheers dude, you know who you are) but now I seem to have become a jaded old fuck, without any of the benefits that should accompany such a grandiose title.
Life seems to be made up soley of struggling to pay endless bills. I remember, in odd moments of lucidity, times when I had fun. These now seem to be fewer and much, much further between.
Perhaps all will become clear... Then again I won't hold my breath.
Even Cat seems slothful and moribund these days, and she's probably a more accurate reflection of my state of mind than anything else.
Hey ho. Onwards and upwards.
I will write another song this year if I have to beat myself over the head with a mallet.
Yet another year rolls towards conclusion, yet another year in which, other than writing a few songs I have achieved nothing of any great import. It makes me wonder quite what the point of it all is. I used to be a thoroughbred panglossian (cheers dude, you know who you are) but now I seem to have become a jaded old fuck, without any of the benefits that should accompany such a grandiose title.
Life seems to be made up soley of struggling to pay endless bills. I remember, in odd moments of lucidity, times when I had fun. These now seem to be fewer and much, much further between.
Perhaps all will become clear... Then again I won't hold my breath.
Even Cat seems slothful and moribund these days, and she's probably a more accurate reflection of my state of mind than anything else.
Hey ho. Onwards and upwards.
I will write another song this year if I have to beat myself over the head with a mallet.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
More Blogger Trouble
I move my blogger hosting from blogspot to an ftp server. Then I moved it back again... My entire blog is there but won't publish. Or perhaps I should say I can't work out how to publish it.
----- Edit-------
It's been pointed out that the above is meaningless as it appears 'live' as it were. However when I began this blog Cat persuaded me to sign a contract that states (in a nutshell) 'I will never delete a post for whatever reason'. So here the above remains to point out to the world quite how daft I am.
Oh... Here's a goody. Check it out...
www.fictionette.com has a short story competition: 2,500 words with a deadline of 30th November. Winner gets £500 of books or £300 cash.
I am entering.
----- Edit-------
It's been pointed out that the above is meaningless as it appears 'live' as it were. However when I began this blog Cat persuaded me to sign a contract that states (in a nutshell) 'I will never delete a post for whatever reason'. So here the above remains to point out to the world quite how daft I am.
Oh... Here's a goody. Check it out...
www.fictionette.com has a short story competition: 2,500 words with a deadline of 30th November. Winner gets £500 of books or £300 cash.
I am entering.
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