Even I am surprised and shocked at the surfeit of product lately - it can't go on, I'm almost out of cardboard, so this will be the last physical sign of my love for a while - when I stopped caring about how this one looked it actually turned out quite good, I like this (the cardboard/plastic perhaps more than the music).
Ltd edition three-track CDR with one track not on any download, hand-made hand-painted outer, inner made from a Lindt 90% dark chocolate cardboard wrapper (rather natty, I think), hand-painted CDR label, limited to 5 copies.
Includes unlimited streaming of music from wounded knee
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Yes the photo is the set-up for this - it's my right knee that's the one in trouble, and so perhaps that's the explanation for the sorry piano-playing, and because I am right-handed(footed), then my left foot is hardly going to be able to play the gtrs as beautifully as my adoring fans are used to.
So, it's not going to be anything anyone is ever likely to want to hear. I think if I was very drunk I'd be able to stand about six minutes of the first track - at very high volume. The second track is the original raw whatever - something for the museum archives and nowhere else.
Today so far (it's 2pm) I have spoken to one person. That's a bit surprising for a day when I just nipped out to do some shopping for a minute and always use the self-service tills. The main reason it's surprising is that the number is indeed low - even when I have a day of wanting to speak to no one I usually remember at the end of it that I spoke to ten people. I keep score. I have a diary - it's for future events only, but it's starting to record things that happened and is morphing into an historical document - when I am dead all my diaries will probably be available on my merch page.
One of the things I record at the end of every day is how many people I spoke to that day. I know that we old people who live alone and don't have much family and little talent for making friends and zero talent for keeping them, I know that we are meant to live tragic empty silent lives - but even on days when I just want a tragic empty silent life I still end up talking to tons of people. I count absolutely every encounter. So yes I count my "thank-you"s when kind people hold doors open for me, I count the nervous "excuse-me"s in Asda as I beg for assistance from a chatting employee who can't see my flashing red light - every person I speak to, whether one word or a million words, they get included.
Even here in the heart of this uncool unfriendly unhappy city I know most of my neighbours a bit and many people who live further away, and the guy who sweeps the streets every morning, the women dog-walkers who do the same rounds at the same times - and they all need a Hello, sometimes even more than that.
So even on days when I am living the isolated oldie life you read about so sadly, even these day are days of chat and smiles and a quiet happiness. Oddly, the days when I do go socialising are often the days when I speak to fewest people. So on Sunday I had lunch with a friend and watched a few films with her at her place, and because I cycled there and back, she was the only person I spoke to all day. Yes it was a lot of words and it was my favourite day of the year so far. But it was only one person. A number "1" appeared on that diary page, and makes the day look sad, when it was the opposite.
Today I just nipped out for a couple of bags of prunes. I need to keep regular. Resting so much and waiting for my knee to heal, it's very constipating. I am totally unashamed to be in public eating from a bag of prunes. Not that there's much "public" in public nowadays - the city is absolutely dead, the shops are empty, the restaurants are closed down forever, shit is it just me who can see how dead this country has become ?
I tore off the top of a bag of prunes and I happened to be by a bin - one of those old fashioned bins that is an actual real old-fashioned bin and not some ghastly shitty internet-bin-thing. I slipped the rubbish into the bin and immediately noticed a man of my age heading straight for me and we were on collision course - we smiled happily as we did all the wrong moves that failed to avoid a collision - he said "Well Done" - I wasn't quite sure why - he said it was good that I'd put the rubbish into the bin - I laughed (I really did) and I said I always do - and he said (he was American) that not many do.
He might be right. Genuinely I witness e.g. more people vomiting in public than I do people dropping litter, I witness more quick-fire shoplifting snatches than I see litter-droppings, I see more guys peeing in parks than I see people dropping litter. It might just be that there really is no excuse - Southampton has more-than-enough of only three things - buses, traffic-lights and litter bins.
But a while ago we started to get more and more of those modern electronic bins and they began to replace the old real bins. The new bins have a handle (yuck) which you pull open and drop yr crap in and then it closes and sometimes it makes a noise as it compresses the stuff inside and sometimes a green light will turn red to tell the mayor to come on over and empty it.
There is the foot-pedal option too of course, but they are all bust, or if they're not bust then they only give you a micro-second chance to drop stuff into the bin - you always miss - the stuff drops on the ground .... then it's up to you - most decent people will pick up their crap and try again, but I'm afraid I will just leave my crap on the ground - you know, I did at least TRY - and if the stupid State that gave us Horizon Post Office technology and Smart Motorways and HS2 and all of the other utter cunty stupidities that bossy selfish "experts" foist on us, if that stupid State can't make a bin that you can actually put your litter into, well sorry but that stupid state deserves to die.
And I hope it does. And I see that the revolution is more advanced than I'd hoped. I've noticed a new trend in the last few weeks - when I stand on the foot-pedal and the hatch actually does open, so often you will see that its curved basin-like drawer is full of vomit from someone who last night made it that far and had the decency to vomit into the bin rather than despoil the grass and the gutter. What a world our genius rulers are creating for us. And still we just take it.
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