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27.4.04

I just learned from Carl's blog that Alison Davis, who read Oscar Wilde and A.E. Housman on our April May June album, got married on Saturday.

Congrats Alison!




26.4.04

Trampin' 

Patti Smith came trampin' today.
Now this is what I call music. No reflection or synopsis will I write, no review or soliloquy. I'll just say that this is a real record, the embodiment of the reasons we draw breath. This is Radio Patti...

It's 23.39 by my puter clock, and as I write Angelou (Holly, Jo & Cath) are sitting in my living room, playing everything from my guitars to the chocolophone that Jo built out of a Snickers multipack (which she plays with a pair of chopsticks), rehearsing the songs that they'll be recording at Air tomorrow. It's fun. It sounds great. Music made with anything to hand, played with a giggle, with integrity, and with a grander vision.

We're all going trampin' in 2004.

Be a gathering.





24.4.04

Ron Atkinson 



Good riddance, you racist scumbag...





21.4.04

Mordechai Vanunu 



After seventeen years in an Israeli prison, eleven of which were spent in total isolation, Mordechai Vanunu has been "released". In 1986, Vanunu was kidnapped from an Italian hotel by Mossad. He had published an article in the Sunday Times that exposed Israel's undeclared nuclear weapons programme.

Although released from prison, Vanunu is not allowed to leave Israel, and will be subject to many personal restrictions.

www.vanunu.org





20.4.04

Exchanged pleasantries with Michael Palin this evening. He really is a very nice man, that Michael Palin. And a genius too. He turned up at the Mexico Gallery's anniversary bash, and raised the tone of the entire evening. I was hoping Gilliam would arrive and lower it again, but alas he didn't materialise until Mr. Palin had made his exit. He really is a very nice man. I think he stole some paintings. Quentin Tarantino also introduced himself. At least he said he was Quentin Tarantino, but by 9pm he no longer seemed sure who he was. He certainly looked like himself, but sounded altogether like someone else. There was a woman wearing nothing but a wool net. There was a Mariachi band. My friend the artist Michael Wille Vargas drank loads of punch and got rather loud and started joining in, revealing that he has rather a powerful Mexican baritone, much to the delight of the other guests with the punch and the funny cigarettes. Dai Lowe commented that it must be a Mexican thing, as he couldn't envisage getting all nostalgic and tearful over Morris Dancers in a distant land.

Got home in time to see the Ten O'Clock News on BBC1. Norris McWhirter has died. He may have been fun on "Record Breakers", but his politics stank, making Oswald Moseley look like Neil Kinnock. Life's too short to mourn for people like Norris McWhirter. But he was fun on "Record Breakers".





Gabba Gabba Hey, We've Got a Blog... 

So, THIS is Christmas...




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