Memotone

It seems to take me 2 weeks to process things and then remember I sometimes keep a blog and that maybe I could put something up on my blog.

About 2 weeks ago my local free-sheet paper published a review I wrote of a musician I saw at a local town fair. I've been to loads of local town fairs before, and they always play the same second-rate local cover band crap/ wannabe Raging Speedhorn freaks who should stick to playing in their daddy's barn. That sounded really mean, sorry if you have a death-metal band in North Dorset with five groupies who look like this:



The band I wrote a review for was very different. For a start it was a one-man band, and secondly, he makes awesomely good music. Here's the review (click on picture to read):



Check out Memotone at: http://www.myspace.com/williamyatesmusic

P. C Keen

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Elderflower Biscuits

Cicely Mary Barker's Elder Fairy.

It’s the elderflower season, so yesterday I made some elderflower biscuits. A year already. Maybe I should write a follow-up to this story that I wrote about the last elderflower season?

Flowing Flexuous Movement.

Four Days Previously…

Why do I feel compelled to do stupid shit, goofing around and making things worse? I hurt my back some weeks ago lifting something heavy when in a bad mood. Don’t ever lift something heavy when in a bad mood; it’ll stick to you for weeks maybe months. Since then I’ve gone between resting it properly, still doing stuff but nothing too strenuous, to then having the sudden notion that I’d like to do some cartwheels and handstands. Then bam: back to square one. Today it was leaping over some logs in the woods. My back felt ok before that. I’d been doing yoga and gentle stretches, my back had been feeling fine for a short while. Not anymore. Not after that giant leap I did. I felt it when I landed. Hot and stiff. It’s been four weeks like this; to the day. Four weeks of being forced to reign in my yearning for pushing my body into flowing flexuous movement.

Typically I acquired an epiphany about four days after I initially did my back in. This epiphany was something like this: youth is all about the body. The only thing I truly have any ownership of is my body, yet I do nothing much with it. I was inspired to get fit, strong, flexible so that I can have the freedom of movement and total command of my own faculties. But I keep doing stupid shit that means I have to wait for another however long until I can really do anything more than the easier yoga poses.

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Stone

I have a new story published on the very excellent Dogmatika website, which I am very excited about. I've only ever read really good stuff on Dogmatika, so having one of my stories accepted there is a really encouraging thing for me.
Please go and read Stone at http://dogmatika.wordpress.com/2009/04/27/stone/



In other news: I was lifting a really heavy bag of compost stuff and as I was walking along with it; shit! I did my back in. Pain.
I'm reading the manuscript of a novel written by my school mate John Tyson. So far, so good. Got to finish reading it by Wednesday, because if I do I get a dedication. :D

Arcade Robot

My latest Rave image has not worked out very well. I got this far and I think I might have now given up on it. It probably needs a total redraw, and I'd rather get on with some writing to be honest.
I'm working only on my novel at the moment; no short stories. But one I wrote before will apparently be featured on a great ezine soon; more on than later.
I'm worried about my onions. They look sad and droopy.
But my pot marigolds, nasturtiums, butternut sqaush, echinacea and camomile are going great guns, loving all this sunshine.

Let's Buy Happiness

I've been away for a week doing other people's DIY. Doing other people's DIY is much more fun than doing your own DIY.

Neon colours and electronic music have very much been destracting me lately. I downloaded Oi Oi Oi, a Boys Noize album, then I borrowed Homework by Daft Punk from the DIY people. This journal is named after a Boys Noize song; so is this drawing I made yesterday. I've not done any digital colouring in such a long time. It was fun, but now my hand hurts like hell.

I'm loosing patience now. The day is sunny and bright. I have so much to do, yet I waste time here. My marigolds are being eaten by an unknown source. Mr Kite's peas are getting eaten by a known source: slugs.