anyhow skies by Kirsten Svuure

This one is a bit like that time when you first tasted an olive - you'll instantly hate it with a passion and spit it out and promise never to eat one again. Or like the way some people take a first sip of whisky when they're ten and they're teetotal forevermore. Well drink gave me lots of good things and lots of bad things - maybe more bad than good, but it did ensure my life was never "normal", and looking back I'm kind of glad. And I love olives. And I do love this album. Yes I know that skittery noise throughout will drive everyone up the wall. But it's very necessary for the music - it's actually the cause of what makes the nice keys so lovely.

Oh I do know how it sounds - the music, and my words here - that old Kirsten is just puffing up her terrible new album and trying to convince all her followers (still in the low single figures) to buy all her music and make her famous and then when she's playing at the O2 Arena she'll forget all the little people who put her there under the spotlight with all her millions to spend on heating her LA pool - if pools in LA need heating.

Ah bugger it - I still don't need to lie to anyone. I do love this lots. But I know I'll be the only one. One day I'll play it very loud and I'll be drunk and eating olives and it'll be as much happiness as I'm capable of and knowing that all the pools in LA don't belong to me won't bother me at all.

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recorded this morning, photo Southampton recently