Had a dream all my music was gone and now I'm sitting in front of the computer contemplating making it happen.
A Yousendit Retrial after An Unheimlich Moment Of Request
When I say all, I mean everything on my computer, the whole hard drive rather than all my CDs and Records; a dream where everything was as it seemed, nothing was unreal - total clarity and just a single, blinking theme: I come downstairs and find that a virus is slowly wiping out all the MP3 files, one by one...
I can see it still. Tiny digital bits and bytes falling over themselves to get the hell out of there, the screen updating, the little Mac fellahs inside trying to stem the flow and the sodium pumps working overtime...
A Yousendit LovednLOathedallInOne
Can live bootlegs dissolving into George Michael's Faith into Siobhan Donaghy pre-releases into old All Saints remixes into the Rosa Mundi version of 'The Snowman' into Wolfgang Press b-sides into Kemialliset Ystavat scrawls into Kek-inspired Death Chant downloads into Crispin Glover singles into Alligator Shearings into Butthole Surfers intros into old versions of King Mong tunes into old Kim Fowley burns into Big Black bastards into A Hawk and A Hacksaw tumblings into nasty old D.A.F. albums into impossibly autistic Prog records that I'll probably never hear into Nurse With Wound rarities into Blogariddims podcasts...
Everything
going
going
gone.
And once I remembered it was just a dream it left me thinking...
Well, I could, couldn't I?
5 comments:
It's weird: I had a dream about you last nite...
Dreamt you'd been 'occupied' by a malignant force. You were in Crewekerne...Dark Loki fucking-up the locals...you'd seen 'something' that had possessed you...your eyes were funny; mouth too wide...we ('we'...I don't know who else was there) brought you back from some dark state of Otherness...something about the Victoria Hall...victorian buildings...malignant architecture...I saw a glimpse of the thing that took you...felt its presence...sensed it...it was fucking awful...
Seriously: how weird's that. I think something overlapped with or brushed against our side of the Blogosphere...
an intruder from some 'other' Blogosphere...a Da-a-ark Aetherik Dream-Matter Tumour-form...a malignant thought-sprite briefly entered our quadrant of mythic space...Burroughs' Ugly Spirit: don't listen to it...it's gone now, the fucker; whatever it was...
it wouldn't be the first time... these days it takes way longer to shake them malignancies... used to be i could go out on a schoolday, drink nine pint of beasts within and still get up for an 8.30 start now i'm lucky if i've retained my sense of direction and good humour by teatime... damned dreammatter faierie buntons!!
Some sort of neural force-field or slippery, non-adhesive mental-surface is required, methinks.
Digital charms, anti-hexes, good-vibe inducers.
AMT are playing Bristol soon.
Cheers mate for the Earth leakage Trip!it bugged me for the over a year,then yesterday i was round a mates house and he plays me a looped sample of E.L.T. that we used in our band vpl some 13 years ago.coincidences...
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