Black Hole, Black MetalΒ 


I’m in Scotland. I have a cartoon hand on the end of a stick. I joke about using it for sexual harassment at a distance. Then I use it to pat a dog in a garden. It’s not a dog, but a wild boar, and he’s annoyed by it. A woman in the garden tries to calm him down. 
I’m lay on my back, looking at the grey sky. The clouds are different here. They swirl in angular, kaleidoscopic patterns. I get out my iPhone to film them. It takes me a while to get the camera to work. The clouds have lightened, and reverted to normal. I film them anyway, focussing on a single small cloud near the horizon. I see a vapour trail head toward it. I suspect a meteor. As it hits the cloud, the cloud distorts and is swallowed up. It was hit by a tiny black hole. 
I talk to others about what we have witnessed. I tell them I’ll put my video on YouTube later. I wonder how many hits it will get. 
Back outside the pigs garden. I left some busking equipment here, but it’s now gone. I walk to a nearby shopping area. I’m with Cory Doctorow, playing in a street band. He’s drumming, and I’m on keyboards. I have way too many keyboards on a huge stand, like a black metal cage, and a green, detuned tambura. 
As the band sets up, small children excitedly ask questions. I hear a fire alarm, but it’s just a kid playing with one of my synths. One of the kids asks about the black metal cage. I tell them it was for an unrealised project where I would track dancers body movements to generate the music that they danced too. 
I wish I could play the Vibraband, then I wouldn’t need so much equipment. 
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Impressed by the Simplest of Things.


I am racing up a vertical rockface on a motorbike. Imperial storm troopers are in pursuit.

I have a box of fruit. It is all a bit depressed.

I am sad.

I am searching online. I need to find the lyrics to Solsbury Hill, and a picture of the Chuckle Brothers reenacting the wheel scene from Ghost but with Lionel Ritche’s head from the Hello video.

I am trying to impress my younger girlfriend’s Dad. He is patient but disinterested. My girlfriend has light freckles, blond hair and clear blue eyes. She doesn’t need any make up to look beautiful.

She’s short, chubby and perfect.

I am exploring houses with Steve Harris and some other people. I want to get home. We walk to a jetty. I walk over the water. It’s quicker this way. Once back on land I remember that I can fly with very little effort, and bypass obstacles that way.

I visit Jack Henley. We improvise music in a large empty room. Other students are amazed, yet to us it seems so simple.

I use his electronic drum kit.

It has one huge multitouch rubber sheet to control all the sounds.

I change to just pinging a piece of metal, and using a tiny rectangular tube drum.

Here I meet my girlfriend. Impressed by the simplest of things.

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Impressed by the Simplest of Things.


I am racing up a vertical rockface on a motorbike. Imperial storm troopers are in pursuit.

I have a box of fruit. It is all a bit depressed.

I am sad.

I am searching online. I need to find the lyrics to Solsbury Hill, and a picture of the Chuckle Brothers reenacting the wheel scene from Ghost but with Lionel Ritche’s head from the Hello video.

I am trying to impress my younger girlfriend’s Dad. He is patient but disinterested. My girlfriend has light freckles, blond hair and clear blue eyes. She doesn’t need any make up to look beautiful.

She’s short, chubby and perfect.

I am exploring houses with Steve Harris and some other people. I want to get home. We walk to a jetty. I walk over the water. It’s quicker this way. Once back on land I remember that I can fly with very little effort, and bypass obstacles that way.

I visit Jack Henley. We improvise music in a large empty room. Other students are amazed, yet to us it seems so simple.

I use his electronic drum kit.

It has one huge multitouch rubber sheet to control all the sounds.

I change to just pinging a piece of metal, and using a tiny rectangular tube drum.

Here I meet my girlfriend. Impressed by the simplest of things.

πŸŽπŸπŸŠπŸ‹πŸ’πŸ‡πŸ‰πŸπŸπŸŒπŸˆπŸ‘πŸ“πŸŽΆπŸŽΌπŸŽΆ

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Harlem Shaking


I am at a question time recording. A woman in the audience holds up a large bunch of keys. This is the question to the panel. They try to interpret it.

One says “keys”, taking it literally. Several others also try unsuccessfully.

She passes the keys to someone else, and begins to dance, without music. The audience joins her and some finds the Harlem Shake music on their phone and plays it. I film this improvised Harlem Shake.

When it’s over, I peruse the left over refreshments. I select something healthy to take home, and a glass of orange juice. A movie is about to start, people queue in fancy dress, and I leave for home.

Cathedral Chords


Cleaning out a dog bowl that’s been used as a rubbish bin. Arranging to meet old people on a car in the rain after a festival. Negotiating festival toilets.

Playing impossible harmonics on guitar. Then the strings are across the buttresses of the cathedral opposite me and I am hammering on chords on the cathedral. Birds and bats fly away at the sound.
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