Nov 25, 2007
It's a magic carpet ride, every door will open wide to happy people like you
I've just burned my thumb by shoving my hand in the oven*, which was painful but on the bright side has lessened my chances of being murdered from hitchhiking**.
And it reminded my fast food-addled brain that I have itchy fingers or feet*** or whatever the saying is because I haven't run a music night for months.
My last foray into live Manchester eventdom in which I was the organiser and, naturally, the star was a moderately successful ABC-themed event with a punter-led video installation and big, colourful buttons for the public to select which Sesame Street clip they watched.
Part of the reason is this: I haven't had time. Strike that from the record; that was a putrid bile-dripping lie. If the truth be told, and this is the internets so it's always true all the time, I think I have become lazy.
So lazy, in fact, that here is a list of words I couldn't even be bothered to type on this blog:
See? So the plan is to click my heels and land back into the colourful world of electronica arts, with the added expertingness of my Squeaky Productions cohorts. The last Squeaky Productions night, called Two, is dead in the water, although you can dredge for bodies on these blog posts.
Watch this space. Because at this rate, that's all my blog will become.****
*when I say "the" oven, I mean my oven. There's isn't some special oven shared by everyone like the sun or the air.
**I'm reading On The Road, which probably also explains ***.
****If I do too many of these asterisked post-scripts, it will also become an anemic imitation of James Henry's blog.
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