I am a slack one isn't it.

I wrote part of a blog about the rest of my trip to Japan ages ago, but I didn't finish it and it's on my desktop at work. I'll sort it out soon probably. In the meantime I'm going to continue with my favourite theme: the shit I spend my pounds on.

I'm in my new flat now. Except it's not really new anymore because I've been there for a month. It's quite a big room and I'm essentially house sitting it for six months while the guy who actually live there walks from Mexico to Canada (no joke). Because of this arrangement the room came furnished with a couple of choice items such as a non-functional motor scooter which gets used mostly for hanging clothes over and doing my hair in the mirrors, and also a choice booth turntable and a stack of records. The stack is about 5% good music that I'm actually interested in, 25% tolerable, and the rest is half shit and half shit that I might enjoy drunk (think 80's smash hit compilation type stuff). This weekend I bought a big stack of records. Here is the list from memory:

Bob Dylan - Blood on the tracks
Velvet Underground and Nico - I think it's self titled. The one with the bannana.
Composer I don't recall - Barbarella Soundtrack
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - That new one with the butterfly drawing.
Serge Gainsbourg - Comic Strip (it's a compilation, not a proper album)
The Four Tops - Something about dreams maybe. It's a proper motown album anyway.
Roy Orbison - Greatest Hits
Black Sabbath - Greatest Hits
Melanie - Some album with 'Brand New Key' on it and also a song with a name I might steal for some of my own creative outputs - 'Babe Rainbow'
George Jones and his Country Cousins - Something something Grand Old Opry
Gershwin - Rhapsody in Blue and An American in Paris
Bobby Vee - Greatest Hits or something. The guy who sold it to me for £3 seemed reluctant to part with it and told me he could probably get £25 for it on ebay. I just shrugged and blanked him and took it for the original price.
Peggy Lee - Latin Ala Lee. This is her singing a bunch of broadway tunes in an Afro Cuban style. Possibly the most homosexual record in my collection.
Elvis Costello and the Attractions. Can't remember the album title. It's the one with 'Shipbuilding' and 'Everyday I write the book' on it.
Elvis - Elvis in Memphis

And also some more vinyl that I can't remember and two cd's from NZ - Lawrence Arabia, and the Brunettes, because I've got new respects for both acts having seen them a bunch of times and I feel guilts about how I don't spend any money on NZ music. I'm going to get the Ruby Suns new one tomorrow as well because they blew my mind last week at Hoxton. I was never that into them before but the new sound is nuts bro. Nuts.

Also I bought a beautiful mahogony acoustic guitar with a cutaway and a pick up. It doesn't sound that great but it's enough to keep me entertained in my room. I have some songs in my head to write but I always end up just doing Johnny Cash and Leonard Cohen karaoke to myself.

Um. That's all. Now I'm kind of broke guy with no self control for the next month I suppose. I have to pay off some debts and pay for a plane ticket to Denmark as well this week. What a moron I am. Also I've been having terrible girl anxieties and doing my old tricks of pining after unavailable girls and being totally unavailable to the nice girls around that show interest in me. I call it my Groucho Marx complex. Google some quotes and 50 points goes to whoever gets the appropriate one.

A completely unrelated but somewhat hilarious story (to me): There is a cafe near my work that I go to every morning to get coffee. The staff are all italian and they're pretty good at the old coffee making, and because I'm there every day I see a lot of the same people coming in. Anyway in the last fortnight this douché yank woman has been coming in, and whenever she recieves her coffee she practically yells "CIAO BELLA!!!" at whover served her (regardless of sex) before strutting out the door with her nose in the air. The staff all grimace at her when she does it and then roll their eyes like they're having seizures as soon as she leaves. So good.

I'm so sorry for the terrible spelling. I did this on a shitty internet cafe pc and it's been pissing me around a bit not letting the spellcheck work.

Ciao wads.

D. 2tha O.