RIP Teddy Grisham.

R1P O’Malley Hooligan & his lovely wife Sir Thomas Tippergore.

RiP Kat Everstone, Omar Mutumba, Pork Gi-Seng, “Svennis” Skattansborg, Moses Lowdam, Rosamundo Dos Santos Di Gian-Maria Sanchez, Pjotr Schwcszchnkchzsny, Karl-Friedrich Schwangermainheimerbergensteinbrenner, Pip, Pat, Ned, Krackle & Pop.

rIP everything evergreen, bad taste, f4c3b0ok, poetry in motion, all sports you like, hiccup, hugging, house dust mites, simple human kindness, rock, coffee, Publicity Department of Durkistan Airlines, pretending to be something you’re not, the colour orange, dorks at beach & vets.

41p actually meaning something.

Long live LAZY GRAVES & Bill Ward!

Delay. That’s what comes to mind when thinking of GHOST WORLD.

Because, there’s some of that. No, there’s more.

In fact there’s so much delay, that you can almost call it an instrument among others. Instrument, playing another instrument.

Well said sir!

Otherwise, the tune is pretty standard RnB sort of thing, with active hi-hats & things.

GUITAR SONG‘s the title today, and it is what it is, in it’s what-it-isness.

What it was, it was an exercise in the field of out-of-the-box thinking, that’s what it was. You know: “What I haven’t done before”.

There’s 5 guitars going, all which are very easy to separate from each other.

It’s jumpy. Jumpy’s always good.

By the way… In the spring I had serious motivation problems playing guitar… but… Now that I think of… I ended up recording quite a few tunes with guitars… So, I guess I didn’t have those motivation problems after all… It just felt like it!

Bah. Puny humas with their feelings.

6415.

No, it’s not my PIN. Maybe if I presented it differently, nobody would think so.

Sixty-four fifteen is ok, but this kind of messaging is in my world reserved for spelling door codes.

VIIVIV… Tweak it just a little bit…

VI-IV-I-V.

Perfect!

There’s surprisingly many ways you can present such a simple thing.

FAR FROM HOME.

Summer is gone. Almost.

What indicates this, is me writing these posts for the august. Holiday season – meaning lack of work – is still on, but my mind is set on the near future. You know, to lessen the impact of that dreaded monday when the everyday life truly continues.

Oh hey, it’s friday! Yay, JUMPING JACKS of joy!

A little more holiday… Just a little…