cut by katharine eastman
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"minimal techno" (or at least my take on MT). This one was made at the same time (yesterday) as Sunday For Monday, and at the time this one seemed the better one - but a bit of distance has made me realise that Sunday For Monday is much better than I'd thought, and this one isn't as good as I'd kidded myself it was/is.
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This morning I popped on over for one of my regular visits to my mum. She's at the age/stage where all she has to look forward to is dwelling on the past and that is all she talks about - and it's to her credit that though she was a crap mum, she really was, she now acknowledges it, regrets it, says sorry for it.
She wasn't as bad as Jeanette Winterson's mum. I no longer believe that you need to be an alcoholic or druggy or suicidal in order to be a great writer/musicians/artist/etc - but I do sometimes still stick to the lazy belief that a shit childhood can make you - if it doesn't break you.
I don't think it did me a lot of favours, except making me determined that life'd be unconventional, which it has been, and that if I ever created anything then I'd want it to be odd and unpopular .... and .... well.....need I say any more on the subject ?
Anyway, we're friends now - so I'm kinda glad she lived on way beyond the age when most alcoholics die - miraculously - and she even has all her marbles - cracked though some of them may now be.
Afterwards I drove up to nearby Braishfield and parked by the rec and went to the churchyard and sat on the bench there and ate lunch (pie, cheese, raspberries, oranges, cherries, apple juice) and then walked almost to King's Somborne and then dog-legged back to Michelmersh and then across to Braishfield.
It was a nice walk. I met/passed no one - excluding the dog-walking guy who I said hello to as I left Braishfield, and hello to again when I re-entered Braishfield 3 hours later. Fact. It was also an unmemorable walk - so Bandcamp is spared another ten million paragraphs of my fascinating reminiscences.
I think the two main reasons it was a bit of an underwhelming walk were first that it was all a bit closed-in - too many trees, too few views - and second that the sun never came out. Also, the blackberries were disappointing, the butterflies few and unexciting, the air around Michelmersh absolutely reeked of sewage (oh I have become SUCH a townie now), and coming home via Morrisons they had no 2 litre bottles of Diet Pepsi. But then I guess I'm luckier than my mum, whose problems are bigger than that.
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(recorded yesterday, photo Michelmersh, Hampshire, today)
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