A Complete Explanation Of Everything

I was going to call this post, "A Head Full of Blue", after the Nick Johnstone book but I'm pretty sure that's already been used. So I went for the Joni Mitchell title instead, even though the Ipod has now randomly selected "Clouds"... Freaky. Out of 16,000 plus songs...

Anyway, the salient point (there is one?) of this post, was going to be a very long bitch about work and how just when you think you're on top of things, you find yourself back to square one. I suppose, it's natural in a sense, whenever there is transition and you go from being an authority on something to being the new kid on the block, there will be a certain amount of putting up with stuff.

At the minute, my tolerance is now in the red zone on the dashboard and if you were to draw a heatmap of where certain issues are, I'd be all over it. To be honest, in one sense, things are fine, I don't have to push the issue as it were but I've never been one too comfortable in lying back and thinking of England on the job.

I don't have much in life but I've been endowed with a certain misguided sense of professionalism, even though I'm utterly disconnected from the various economic modes and the capitalist ethos. I just like doing things well and being respected, a certain Pavlov's dog inherent contradiction, I must admit... But like my t-shirt says, existentialists do it pointlessly...

So how was that for a ramble?

Went to see Islands (Canadian band) in The Underground on Saturday night, knew next to nothing about them but they were ok, the show finished like @ 10pm, so they could clean the place out and bring in the next bunch of dance punters?!? What the hell is up with that? For €15, I expect at the very least a bad indie dance club...

A terrible venue with very much the mauvais esprit pour moi, it'll take something special before I darken their doors again.

And go round and round.

In the circle game.

Just finished off the last of my Electric Picnic stash there, you know the roll you've managed to squeeze into a handy pocket for the entire weekend in case the urgent need overpowers you?

We managed not too badly down there although I did head to the longdrop Saturday morning on the Jimi Hendrix campsite which was not such a smooth move... People were actually being physically sick at the sight of what greeted them inside, maybe they would have been sick anyway but it certainly didn't help...

Naw, main stage, mid-day, the brand new porta-loos that's where it's at, you can't forget paying the extra €20 for the comfy crappers, that's not down with what a festival is all about...

Not really recovered yet from the weekend's exertions, also had a night out (Tuesday) for a mate who was briefly returning home from China and that led to pain (Wednesday).

I've noticed alot of my sidebar blog links are going on hiatus, it's like ennui has hit the lot of them, I can't help but think I'm the common connection and some sort of Tom Parlon-esque jonah but I refuse to become part of that flowing tide!!!

This blog shall persevere!

A bastion of inanity shouted into an intellectual void like a blind drunk staggering home from a night on the tiles at 8 in the morning...

Anybody spied any foxy (female) bassplayers recently? I'm all out... And I refuse to put Kim Deal up...