Jesus Banana Bat
May 29, 2010
Jesus Banana Bat
becalmed in an ocean of serene banality, like an idiot with a piece of paper that says ‘now turn over’ on both sides. have to start cracking heads, beginning with my own
In few the moments where I haven’t been hawking my worn out flesh for coins, I’ve been too busy configuring my working environment to actually do any work. I’m hoping that the spring is here and that’s going to change – that I’m kind of emerging from a creative, spiritual and emotional period of hibernation.
Guitars have had new straps and been restrung, that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I don’t really like changing strings because they take a while to wear in properly and loose the OTT zinging sound of newness.
I broke two straps one drunken evening of trying to channel the ghost of Rowland S Howard, my renditions of ‘Trouble Come This Morning’ were more physical than the straps could take, so that was that.
Les Paul has had surgery too, a wire had fractured inside the casing, bloody hard to diagnose and the reasons why repeated re-solderings of the socket were having no effect. Pretty pleased to have sorted this one as it was bugging me and it means I’m back up to full strength.
The one thing I haven’t sorted yet is my old acoustic 12 string, that’s still languishing upstairs – haven’t used it in 10 years and it’s missing a bunch of bridge pegs. I’ll get it out and see if I can make it work…
Am starting to get the itch for a new guitar, the last one I bought was the bass in 2006, obviously to fill a pretty big gap in my recording capability. I’m quite tempted by either a Fender Jaguar, a Rickenbacker 330/12 or an ES335. Wonder if doing something radical like going for a Rickenbacker 12 might send my playing in a different direction than the one I’ve become a bit becalmed in.
Can’t afford any of it, mind, but that’s never really stopped me before.
Tories scupper legislation against ‘vulture funds’.
Our probable next government shows us the kind of guys they are.
trying to tune in…
This little piggy makes the perfect pet | Life and style | The Guardian.
Don’t like pets, as a rule. But I’d dig me a couple of Micropigs.
Bastards.
In the mobile-free carriage on the train. Woman opposite gets a phone call. People start tutting. She gets up, says ‘sorry – I’ve got to move. I’m in the VEGETARIAN coach’ in a tone so scornful that the windows crack and the seats spontaneously combust.
Sickening. I’ve written to my MP to express disgust, I don’t know how anyone can make any kind of apology or excuse for what’s on camera as a simple act of gutter thuggery from a person who thought that a wearing a uniform would let him get away with it.