pelican stairs by katharine eastman

oh dear my third output of the day and it's barely lunchtime and far from showing off what a hard-working muso I am it is revealing just how lazy I am - if she can make three so-called "albums" in about ten minutes and still go out shopping to Lidl then just how much work goes into this stuff ? - I can put your minds at rest, the answer is Hardly Any Work At All - everything is smooth and easy and obvious and thus beautiful. I would love to be one of those acclaimed world-famous hard-working musos who makes about one album every five years and it get reviewed by posh anal people who know all the facts about shite, but I am too lazy and love this superficial life and love superficial people and everything on the surface. Anyway, this really is enough for one day. I shall now lie on my favourite no-fomo sofa and read yet another biography of Frida Kahlo & her husband that I got in a charity shop, it is always one of the most exciting and inspiring and moving stories ever told.

recorded just now, photo London yesterday