copse by katharine eastman

yes incredibly I am back already, aint it grand being a fan of dear old Kathy E - but don't fret, I am vented-out and having nothing much further to write here. Two albums and I haven't even had breakfast yet. Okay "album" is a bit of a stretch for what most other musicians would throw out as a one-minute bit of filler on side 3 but which I choose to stretch out to three quarters of an hour. And I admit that I probably spend more time tinkering with the cover pic (4 mins) than I do tinkering with the music (4 seconds) - but I promise you that it will all come right in the end and one day you will no longer be embarrassed to be a Kathy E fan - in a thousand years the final musical verdict will be in and all those Lourdes and Bjorks will be forgotten and the only musical names in Wikipedia from the 21st Century will be me and Lana Del Rey - and you will be very proud to be able to say "oh Katharine Eastman, god yeah, I was a fan of hers right back when she started, when she got kicked out of Sonic Youth and kicked out of the Pixies and kicked out of the Cornish pub where Aphex Twin was boozing with her and the management at Cafe Oto told her to never lighten their doors again and the editor of The Wire ran out of the interview room screaming and and and and "

recorded this morning, photo Hampshire yesterday