Meanderings

Blog Gods hate Old News

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During 2010 I posted almost 200 articles between my several blog sites.* All relevant and all very important.** This established a solid foundation for the year to come and a standard worth aiming for and even improving on. Surely if you sit down and write for four or five hours once a week, you get better? Do bloggers get writers block? Sure they do, but that’s not my problem this morning. Sadly, projects that require far more of my immediate and undivided attention on a very focused level have taken over where the blog god in me left off at the end of last year. Also, my blogging stats are down. In turn, the site stats are down because who wants old news right?A meandering article about what I did today was never what The Backpage was going to be about so an aimless discipline of writing is not the solution. What is folks? Well, I need to finish the album I’m working on and I need a holiday. refreshed and renewed and I’m going to try to remember what it was that I loved most about The Backpage and humbly return to a my weekly vigil of letters and numbers. Ah yes, and a new blog design up and running smoothly would be nice.

*At last count there were five key blog sites between work and the back page. At any given time I could easily split one into two or spawn a whole new idea.

**Well… kind of important.

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New Blog Design

Working on a new design for my blog so please don’t be upset by strange and random changes, links and pictures over the coming days and possibly weeks. It will settle in to a new rhythm soon enough. This is probably version four or maybe five of my blog and while I think I’m pretty close* until I actually have a readership, I won’t care too much about starting the look and feel of it over again every few months.

*note that each new blog design means I lose a whole heap of settings directly related to images and how they appear…

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Smells Orangy

Yesterday I tweeted (or maybe it was fuck book) that I could smell rotting oranges despite the fact there weren’t any rotting orange for miles.* In addition to this I noticed that the cotton sack which I carry along my daily dilly dallying smells like money. Funny because I haven’t had any money in it for months (actually I haven’t had any money anywhere for months and am half expecting men to come knocking any-moment-now). This got me thinking about the money smell and how money doesn’t actually have a smell at all. What you’re smelling is use. Filthy, stinky hands (and feet maybe I don’t know) rubbing, sweating, sniffing and oozing.Actually that’s as far as I got. Some highlights this week are that DPM have secured the Pearsons Florist account. Yay. Yes we are cool and we deserve it. I’m launching Tammy’s foray into the blogosphere via http://tammymoir.com and I need $15,000 for Stav’s Drum Sheet. Sadly the latter is not going to happen any time soon but there will be some drums recorded and it will happen here in the building. I’m listening to Beirut and really digging it. I’m also talking to a lot of folk from the UK who seem to really dig GITNB. Man I really need a bigger database.

*I can’t smell then anymore so pretty happy about that. Also, I’ve always preferred miles as a work to ki-lo-met-ters. Especially as a musician. I mean just try fit that into a song. I would would 500 ki-lo-me-ters… It’s just long. I heard that’s the main reason the US won’t go metric.

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Reading Less

I’m reading less and this seems to have had a direct correlation with how much I feel like writing. The Saturday paper has become a joke and Leaf has discovered Shrek which means that even in my most intimate moments I either have Smash Mouth flying around in my head or a big green ogre face (I had to Google how to spell ogre). My believer subscription ran out about three months ago and I’m not inclined to renew until finances are handsome pants again. This may (or may not) take some time. The upside of lower finances is finding ways to feel better about yourself without spending. We have lots and lots of pictures that aren’t up on walls so I’ve been a lot of that. I have a drill, those little green studs and screws. The rest is easy. Tam’s ab out finished a bunch of painting she started around this time last year and it would be nice to see a couple of those up on the walls. Life is a little noisier than what I’m used to. I’m working on the album every day and I can’t seem to stop my iPhone from notifying me on Facebook updates. Yes inane. So the volume is off which means I miss messages and calls which isn’t so bad considering I’m meant to be working on my album. It still vibrates though and freaks me out every time. Sigh.

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Meanderings, Novellas and Poems

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A Short Story
(names have been changed to protect the guilty).

Maybe what I know is kind of interesting you know? Fuck. Maybe it’s the kind of thing that some cunt would read and go fuck yeah that’s alright man. Like there’s something in it. Not like a bible or nothing but something in it. Fuck man I don’t know. I don’t wanna help cunts or nothing not that this shit is gonna help any cunt but I gotta write this man cause I can’t stop thinking about it and cause I’m feelin hectic heaps lately like when Jimmy’s brother took that trip and was hectic for fuckin weeks. What was his name? Anyway, Jimmy’s brother was at this bitch’s party last year he looked just like Jimmy but older and he took this pill and he was already on the piss and he fucked this chick and he pissed in a. Fuhahauck! What a clown but he was hectic for weeks after that. Not cause he pissed in a but there was rubbish in that pill like junk or something and he was just hectic for ages. I hate pills man. They’ve all got ajax in em. I fucked this lowie once and I was pissed and I tried to piss in a but I can’t piss with a hard on. I reckon you just aren’t supposed to anyway. What a goose. Those Fairfield clowns were always doing stupid shit you know. They had a sister but she wasn’t hot or nothing but she was nice enough. Older chicks used to like Jimmy for some reason but he was a dumb cunt. Fuckin loved him of course.

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Hand Crafted Madness

I have a good friend (who I’ve only realised recently is insane) come to visit last week. It was fun as usual. There was drinking and talking and eating involved. In the right order and at the right pace. His insanity however (the one I’d discovered ever so recently) seemed to have fashioned a new hold on him. There were key words he repeated and stories he re-told several times, each time with more fervor and as though it was the first time he’s ever told it to anyone. Out of politeness I endured the ordeal. It wasn’t a case of old-man-madness in the form of “did I ever tell you about the time…”. This was the real deal. It made me take a closer look at everyone else I know and sure enough, you’ll all completely mad as well. Focusing on key words, repeating stories and telling them time and again as though it’s the first time you’ve ever done it. Not the same stories of course but enough already. So I started to talk to strangers about this problem in the off chance that it was my inner circle of chosen ones that had all become unwell so slowly that I hadn’t noticed. I found that while they were happy enough to agree and things seemed to be moving along handsomely it wasn’t too long before they too would let loose with their own hand crafted brand of madness. This one guy in particular who is always hanging around at the bus stop humming M Ward songs (he claims he doesn’t know M Ward and never actually gets on a bus) started to tell about a good friend who he’d only realised recently was also insane. He’d come to visit last week. It was fun as usual. There was drinking and talking and eating involved. In the right order and at the right pace. His insanity however (the one he’d recently discovered) seemed to have fashioned a new hold on him. There were key words he repeated and stories he re-told several times each time with more fervor and as though it was the first time he’s ever told it to anyone. Out of politeness he endured the ordeal. It wasn’t a case of old-man-madness in the form of “did I ever tell you about the time…”. This was the real deal. It made him take a closer look at everyone else he knew and sure enough, they were all completely mad as well. Focusing on key words, repeating stories and telling them time and again as though it’s the first time you’ve ever done it. Not the same stories of course but enough already. So he started to talk to strangers at bus stops about this problem in the off chance that it was his inner circle of chosen ones that had all become unwell so slowly that he hadn’t noticed. He found that while they were happy enough to agree and things seemed to be moving along handsomely it wasn’t too long before they too would let loose with their own hand crafted brand of madness. This one guy in particular who is always hanging around at the bus stop raving about M Ward songs started to tell about a good friend that came to stay.

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New Circle Album Begun

The last time I sat down to write an album was in 2007 when I began Just Keep Swimming. That record got us signed to Creative Vibes but that’s another story. It was released in 2008 and I distinctly remember the energy that went into it. It was believe it or not a response to environmental calamities. I thought New Holidays was going to blow up. But it didn’t. The next two releases weren’t really albums. Molasses Sandwiches which hasn’t actually been released yet was part of a our song a week project in 2009 and Xmas Omas was recorded after that as a Christmas EP. So thinking about all that has really excited me about the prospect of a real record. The band is solid and things feel good. The songs are there, somewhere just waiting to be plucked from the ether. Production will as always play an important part but the intent and ideas behind the record are what count most. This is the energy that people will respond to. I’ve had a crazy couple of years and if I survive them I will be stronger than ever before. If I don’t I would have gone down fighting. I remember putting the Monday Records address on the Just Keep Swimming CD even before the settlement went through and what a head fuck that whole drama was. It isn’t over either. So this record is going to be darker than what you’re used to. John Shand reviewed the last effort and said I must have been a sunflower in my last life. I’m writing this as I FTP the masters to AOK’s EP. I did that over the weekend. Next I’ll start up where I left off with a song I’m working on. It includes the lines: there’s talk of bigger pictures and saying no to burqas but all the enmore girls look lovely today.

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