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December 11, 2008

Rook, Rook, read from your book…

What to write about?  I’m depressingly bored at work and should probably be making up jobs for me to do (”Yeah, uh, I’ll just sweep the floor.  Yes, I know we have a cleaner.  I’m fussy.”) but it’s very nearly Friday, and so my enthusiasm for work and its many joys has waned just a tiny bit.  I’m about this far away from deciding what I’d like to record next; something in the hilarious fake radio broadcast/instructional cassette vein, I think.  I’m going to start putting older stuff on here when I a) find the time and b) find the files, because hell, I’ve done at least one or two bits of stuff that I find amusing, at least.

The title?  Why it’s an XTC lyric.  It popped into my head as I was beavering away on an email to a conference telling them they should’ve really sent their extremely time-limiting letter earlier than one day before what they wanted from us was due in.  Fuck knows why.  I’m fairly sure I’ll be deep down and comfortable back in my past obsession with the group soon enough.  I sort-of got sick of them, a little bit, after obsessively listening to everything I could find by them over the summer.  But, as with many things, now I’ve taken a step back and had a little breather, I feel I can go back in and make another go of things, if you catch my meaning.  I’m fully aware I’ve used the word “things” at least twice, though now of course thrice, though obviously that last time ’round didn’t count for shit.  But yes, the fact that I’ve got to explain my love for their album “Skylarking” to Clare Grogan on Saturday on 6music (in the “All Killer, No Filler” feature, fact fans) has meant I’ve had to listen to the whole thing a few times in one go, and has reawakened my love for their music.

So.  I know that nobody reads this, and perhaps that’s with good reason.  But I rather do enjoy writing this bumph.  That is all.