panaeolus by katharine eastman

Hope I am intelligent and self-aware enough to admit that yes this one is hard to listen to for very long - unless you are "on" something. Here's a pic of a toadstool growing on a pile of horse manure which I spotted when I was out with a friend in the New Forest on Saturday - over near Burley. I've never been one for "mushrooms" or any "drugs" - though I searched and found and tried and tried and tried when I was young. Booze is the only thing that works with me. I've never much liked druggies, and I've never met an alkie who I disliked. I hope I am not sexist or racist or ageist or homophobic or anything-else-ic and -ist - but I might be a bit druggist - I just never believe that druggies are real or that they mean it woooman or that they mean anything. Sorry. (Again.) I know this makes me a bad person. We should all love one another. I can only do it if I am drunk. And even then, not really. Nowadays it's completely impossible. Hippies - awful. Yet I do love their music - and wish I had the talent to make it - but I don't. So instead I make this. Music for (very) drunks. And something has happened to the way I write. Yonks ago I hated brackets or any other kind of subclause. Now I can't help it. Personality changes like this can be a prelude to full-blown dementia. So I've been told. I think.

music today, photo New Forest on Saturday - nb random photo manipulation has changed the colour of the cap - in real life it is much more olive grey