raining monkeys.

today it rained monkeys, after being so stupidly hot, and no-one picked me up from work, the one time it would have been nice to be picked up, and no-one bothers. i got a bit upset about that, like they didn't care i was being drenched after a 7 hour shift, but then i thought, 'hey y'know, i've been wishing it would rain for the past 4 days, so i should be grateful. at least i'm wet from the rain instead of from sweating my ass off, right?'

and yeah, i love the rain. it's so amazing. makes me feel all liberated. kappppow.
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the coolest thing i ever saw

i thought i'd write in here. some random little incoherent snatches of nothingness. the new onelinedrawing record is too beautiful. so very, very beautiful. the song 'smile' has jonah's R2-shaped drum machine not only making pleasing synthesised sounds, but REAL BONAFIDE R2 NOISES! this is very exciting, because of my penchant for synthesised grooves (a la, ian ball ping one down) and my new realisation, after seeing attack of the clones and a certain rocket jet moment, that i find R2-D2 very attractive. it's the robot thing, yknow? robots. you've gottttta love em. which reminds me, somebody sent me to www.kitschshop.com or something, and they have a WHOLE LITTLE SECTION FOR ROBOTS. i am so going to buy them all bwaahh.

her hips
her hips are like seashells
and i can hear the ocean when i listen.

i think i love jonah matranga a little more than robots. he's amber.

is this a little too disjointed and incoherent, even for my standards? i also found, finally, a copy of on a wire. this is so very exciting, because they don't even have it on amazon.co.uk, and i wasn't prepared to wait until it was released here via b-unique in about a million months time. it was £20, but i didn't care. and i haven't listened to it yet, because i have to wait until the right moment, the right context...(two nights ago, low lamplight and 3am and sticky humid heat; that was the context for the first listen of the onelinedrawing cd and i felt it strip me clean). i know that on a wire will be so beautiful though. it couldn't be anything less. it was perhaps the most heartening thing on friday, because i went into hmv in liverpool specifically looking for three cds that are very new/fairly newish american releases and that i really didn't expect to find. but i went to the o section, and i found visitor. and then i went to the g section, and there was on a wire. and i went to the p section, and there was control. it was amazing. it felt so fluent and gratifying and holding all those long-waited (long-needed) shrinkwrapped immaculate cds in my hands was just,...i don't. sort of spectacular actually. i bought the phantom planet record too, because i haven't really checked them out properly and i figure i'll like them. and the 7" of at your funeral too, just for the hell of it, and just because ultimately i want to have pretty much every saves the day thing possible.

which reminds me...my std demo. my very special, very rare demo...less than 500 made? i began to get sceptical, as there seems to be so many in circulation...and it seems fair to assume that somebody has been replicating them, selling fakes. and that mightn't be the case, but there always seems to be one for sale on ebay and...there really were less than 500 originals. so i have no way of ascertaining whether or not mine is genuine, and i WANT, NEED it to be genuine because otherwise it's just a stupid cassette with a photocopied insert. and i had faith that mine was real, because first of all...it is on a proper demo tape, with the tape being the length of the songs on it, yknow? plus mine comes with a little lyrics sheet that just struck me as authentic. but there's been one on ebay, with a paper label over the cassette, and MINE DOESN'T HAVE A PAPER LABEL AND MY NEUROTICISM HAS KICKED IN AND I'M FRETTING FRETTING. it's making me very sad. stupidly enough.

wow. i'm really talkin' some priiiiime shit here kids.

i'll fix the layout sometime later today. and i'm going to post more poosh here later, just because i CAN, and because there's nobody online that i can say all my poosh to directly. and the poosh has got to go somewhere.