24 1 / 2013
As you probably know, it gets very dark in Yorkshire in the winter. I mean, pitch black at 3:52PM dark. Dark dark. Which is why I was so F^@KING STOKED yesterday when I could still—just barely, it was practically missable—see the last hints of daylight after 5PM.
Spring is on the way, dear!!
16 1 / 2013
I went to something called the Captain Beefheart Memorial Lock-In this evening.
I know, take that in for a second.
The event took place inside what is usually a slightly-above-trashy bar in a high-priced-but-mediocre section of the Leeds bar scene. But for tonight, this bar was transformed by candlelight—as candlelight tends to do to most things, don’t you think?—and it became so very lovely. This being the first ever, and potentially the only ever, Captain Beefheart Memorial Lock-In, I had no clue what to expect.
The crowd was wonderful, an intelligent and lovely group of hipsters and misfits and supporters who were there with the intention of listening deeply. The bar was the perfect venue for this intensely quirky line-up of spoken word, free jazz, laptronic, dark humor, poetry reading, acoustic guitar playing.
And there was free cake at the door.
Does it ever get any better than that?
13 1 / 2013
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12 12 / 2012
I’m on the train to London right now, dressed in interview attire. It’s 7:41AM and the sun has only just started to rise. It’s got this gorgeous, subtle, harvest-colored tie-dye thing going for it. And so starts the longest day.
I’m listening to the rough mixes (almost done, swear) and also some Hiatus Kaiyote (the hippest, most spectacular, ?uestlove-approved new thing on the future soul scene).
I’ll get in at 9:28AM. I’ll check my three weeks’ worth of holiday luggage in Kings Cross in time to get to a job interview in Shoreditch at 11AM.
I’ll go back and get my crap and make it to Heathrow in time for my 4PM flight.
And I’ll be home in time for dinner.