luckier by Simon Aulman
This morning's output is closer than last night's to what I wanted, but still a million miles from the target. This easy-going imperfectionist attitude is surely what is behind my position at the bottom of the ant-heap, but it might also be what's behind my sunny disposition - not my opinion of my personality, but many other people's. So it must be true. But here's me picking and choosing what opinions I choose to believe.
This one needs help at yr end with the volume knob. I've done my best. I should really email Trevor Horn and ask him how he did it. I'm sure he'd tell me. It was about the one question I never asked him. And it was probably the one question he was aching for me/anyone to ask.
There was a time about a fortnight ago when I went to the cinema about 8 days in a row - often the only person in the cinema. I enjoyed A Love Story quite a lot, I enjoyed Swan Song a lot, I think Bergman's Island is almost the most boring film ever made - only beaten by the new Jurassic Park. What got reinforced during this time is that I prefer going to the cinema on my own over going with other people.
Other facets are moving in a similar direction. Until recently, I would say I wasn't one for eating-out alone. But now, I don't mind it. "They" say sex gets better as you get older and your friends start dying off - and it's certainly true for me - only I really know what I want - and you might say that I'm just bad at communicating my wishes, and maybe yr right - but my wishes are so much beyond words - not in a kinky or weird way - in fact quite the opposite - my sexual likes are sooooo conventional that I usually have to ask her to stop trying so hard to impress. I'm a normal bog-standard bloke - and just the fact of being in bed with a woman is sooo overwhelmingly impressive that even if we were both asleep I'd still put it down as one of the best nights of my life.
Honestly, I don't really try at anything. This music is just yesterday's music - but I fell off the horse last night, so this morning I got straight back on, cantered once round the ring, stayed in the saddle but did little else to impress the judges. I seem to be back in my Katharine Eastman mindset - the BC persona that I sometimes used last year, and though "her" music wasn't as good as the stuff made in my real name, there were a lot of male fans on BC who thought they might be in with a chance if they followed her - she still has more followers than I do even though she hasn't made anything in 6 months. Anyone who thinks that having a penis gives you any advantages beyond urinalism is living beyond ludicralism.
Recorded yesterday and today, photo Petersfinger Park & Ride bus Salisbury yesterday
