Monday, May 13
Hello. It's 3:45 and we're nearing the end of Goodbye Cruel World, and the middle of the broadcast, if you count by number of albums rather than time. There was a flurry of activity a while back but it's settled down some (and started to rain). Calls from Duffy, Karl, Benj, Nori (thinking "Shot with his own gun" sounded like "Castle on a cloud") and visitors. Visits from Sydney, Alyssa (who brought a bagel and a pb+j and lemonade and raspberry drink) and Rae, who cut my hair in the rock library, very significantly shorter than it was. At first I liked it, and now I sometimes think it's too boring, but I'll either get to like it more or it will grow out. It's a good haircut though. Peter was here to copy a stack of discs, and Kate is in the back room making a mix tape. I've left the studio only a few times - to wet my hair, fetch and return a broom and dustpan, and to check my mail, which consisted of numerous CDs that I order, including two earlier Super Furry Animals albums and the rave-earning new Wilco. My addresses in between albums have been getting a bit longer, with general overall descriptions of the albums and how they fall in with the rest of his career. I really ought to start studying French, but I think I'll at least write about yesterday first, and maybe read some Spike. Okay.
my long baby has egyptian eyes
and a wicked look beyond compare
my long baby has egyptian eyes
and a wicked look beyond compare
