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Leaving The House Is Hard Work
Jan. 23rd, 2010 04:08 pmStill ill last night so had to skip what sounds like it was a fun MFMO/Mr Solo show, but I had BBC4's Brian Eno night to console me. Except some peculiarity in the signal meant that every few minutes the sound would glitch and the visuals would tesselate into some weird distorted iteration of themselves. Which with most programmes would simply be infuriating, but given Mr Eno's love of inconsistency and accident and self-generating technologies, worked rather well. If you missed it, doubtless it's all on iPlayer (though probably not with those glitches) and there's a bunch of transcripts of extended and deleted scenes from the Paul Morley interview with him here. I know that describing Eno as a wizard is pretty much beyond cliche, but so much of what he says there - the importance of names, the effect of Mondrian - sounds like he has true magical consciousness.
Then today, I opened the front door for the first time in however many hours - to find four amply-manned police vans arrayed around it. They'd just taken some wanted men into custody, apparently. Keeping the streets safe. Splendid. A bit of a startler nonetheless.
Still taken aback by that, I accidentally signed the commies' petition to save the Whittington A&E instead of the Greens', then got into a chat with the latter who seemed very nice but would have been more interested had I lived across the road in Haringey where they have a chance. I said I'd tell my friends over that side to vote for their candidate, so I'm doing that now, OK? Apart from anything else, she's pretty cute. And then when I finally made it to the newsagent's, the next 2000AD was out four days early! It's altogether too much thrill-power for this ailing Earthlet.
Then today, I opened the front door for the first time in however many hours - to find four amply-manned police vans arrayed around it. They'd just taken some wanted men into custody, apparently. Keeping the streets safe. Splendid. A bit of a startler nonetheless.
Still taken aback by that, I accidentally signed the commies' petition to save the Whittington A&E instead of the Greens', then got into a chat with the latter who seemed very nice but would have been more interested had I lived across the road in Haringey where they have a chance. I said I'd tell my friends over that side to vote for their candidate, so I'm doing that now, OK? Apart from anything else, she's pretty cute. And then when I finally made it to the newsagent's, the next 2000AD was out four days early! It's altogether too much thrill-power for this ailing Earthlet.
