(LATER - well I didn't take my own advice, below, and I did actually hear a bit more of this than planned and I have to admit that it is quite good - yes it is annoying if yr sober or clean, but this morning (ie next day) I am high on coffee and 100% dark chocolate and the forthcoming sunshine and at high volume this is the right music for the long happy moment. So yes, in summary, I have of course made another underground no-fans masterpiece. You knew it all along. Oh if only I loved myself as much as my fans do. If I ever get any.)
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My Advice = download this if you really must, but for gods sake don't pay me for it and for gods sake don't play/hear it - probably best to promptly move the file to an SD card and plop it into the envelope where your will lives because this music is far too far ahead of its time, but by the time you are long dead and your great grandkids are ready to hear the sort of music you thought worthy of passing on to them this music will make sense and they will think you were the most amazingly perspicacious foresightful person of the early 21st century, they will be very proud. Actually it sounds like something Tangerine Dream almost did in 1973. But don't worry about that - in a hundred years time people aren't going to be able to spot much difference between 1973 and 2024 - they might actually think that 2024 came before 1973. I know I do.
As for me and the music ? - I like it right now. But that's because I'm only playing it while I'm writing this, once I write the final full stop I'll also stop the music and I shall never hear it again. I will admit that right now, while it plays rather loudly and murkily on my tiny struggling computer speakers, I rather like it. When I hear this sort of music I say to myself (a) this is the sort of music that'd be fantastic to hear when you're high on drugs, and (b) what a pity that I never take drugs. I do still drink quite a lot, I am sober now, and I just do not feel that this is music for alcoholics.
When I'm on a binge I tend to listen to only about 5 things, over and over and over and over and over and over again on Youtube - Achilles Last Stand, Pssyche, Dark Entries, Bonnie (Prefab Sprout) and An Englishman In New York (Godley & Creme). Sadly this track of mine tonight doesn't sound a bit like any of those things. But you really want to know what I've been up to today. I caught the first bus to Lyndhurst (the number 6 to Lymington) and after visiting Lyndhurst's 2 charity shops I went to my dentist. I've known them years and we get on like a set of dentures on fire. And I am going to sound like the utter miserable grumpy old curmudgeon that I am, but I always find all the jollity far too much. Like hairdressers who talk too much. If it wasn't for the fact that my hair sorts itself out, I would go to one of those hairdressers who promises never to talk to you about your holidays or anything much at all. Same with dentists.
But god yes I am an ungrateful sod. I walked out of the dentist and I walked to Calshot across the Forest, this time creeping in through the back way and only hitting the Waterside housing estates around Blackfield, cutting in to Fawley and the usual stroll and strut alongside Southampton Water down to the beach and across to the number 9 bus stop. Thank god for buses. Buses give me what I want. I witnessed two magnificent bits of road rage today. This morning when we started to sidestep around alongside the Redbridge flyover-thing I heard some honking and at first it sounded like something behind us - but I quickly spotted a car stopped for no obvious reason on the inside running lane into town on the flyover, and right behind it was a truck. The truck was obviously honking the car. The young car driver got out and nearly got killed by all the traffic overtaking him and he ran to the truck and kept on punching the driver's window. Real hatred there. Wonderful. The Revolution might yet happen, the young have it in them in a way we never did.
The second example lasted pretty much throughout the whole of the return journey. The bus was being driven by a tailgater - a really serious one - rather crazy. But what I loved was that as we turned off the Totton bypass and turned and turned and rose and turned 270 (sic) degrees to join the dual carriageway towards Rushington the road is only one lane on that intersectiony bit and a car in front was obviously protesting to the bus driver by suddenly driving at one mile per hour. The driver was honking and honking and honking and the more he honked the slower we were forced to go.
The car driver obviously knew the habits of the number 9 bus, because every time the bus had to leave the dual carriageway into town and drive down an inside lane the car driver would nip in front and slow right down ...... all the way into town and it was fantastic, what a great day it has been, life can't be so bad if you are made grumpy by cheerful people and you're cheered up by grumpy people - like this music, it is good to be out of step, I don't do drugs and I'm not drinking and I feel totally high and I am sure I'd feel quite depressed if I was taking or hearing any of the things that are meant to make me high..
recorded this evening, photo the path from Lyndhurst to Matley this morning on the way all the way to the horizon and the Solent
it sounds like those early Selbstportrait albums that Roedelius did a million years ago that have been my favourite albums for all of my life katharine eastman
The latest from Grails is full of woozy, expansive music that draws on a host of sources to create immersive compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 5, 2016
