autobiography by Kirsten Svuure

If you liked my earlier thing then you'll etc etc etc - and vice-versa of course. It's taken almost forty albums, but I think I've finally found out why I'm here. No I don't expect that all my millions of forthcoming albums will all sound exactly like this. But for today, this hot early afternoon, this to me is nearly perfect. I guess it's the introvert in me that likes it - the part of me that doesn't like change, the part that can happily get lost in safe routine, the part that doesn't like or need excitement. And during this fantastic week of (for me) perfect heat and (for me) perfect drought I wouldn't feel any need anyway to go out and find "something to do".

One of the bad things about my parents was that they were doers, and they'd make you feel guilty if you weren't doing something - something physical, something that counted as "progress". But one of the good things about my parents was that I always had a bedroom of my own, and they never cared that I'd spend a lot of time in it, usually reading. They weren't great readers and they never much admired the sight of me reading - but they never minded if I did it out of sight in my bedroom.

There never seemed to be music like this around when I was young - or if there was then I never knew about it. One of the bad things about growing up and supposedly developing a proper peer-approved love of music was that the music I and my friends were increasingly expected to hear and like was ever more complicated - and really all the time I just wanted pop and soul and the samey stuff - not prog or jazz or LedZep or Yes or whatever - though I have come to like LedZep, and I did always like VDGG/Hammill.

This album is complete - yes it was/is two hours long, it starts as I started it, and carries on till the end. To keep within the upload limit I've had to cut it in half, and rather than just fade out the first bit and fade in the second bit, I've wedged a tiny bit of the rhythmic stuff in there .... oh you'll see/hear what I mean when you get that far, which I very much doubt many people will, or anyone. I have gained one extra follower since the day I hit the internet. But stuff like this - it's probably not a good way to make friends ... oh I do wish I was drunk, because this music and this weather call for whole days and weeks of just lazily drinking at home, with this playing loudly over and over. It's not much to ask for. Almost nothing. But always the world out there expects you to be doing something, to be busy-busy, to be productive in some way that ultimately never really matters - just as nothing mum and dad ever did is still around, except me.

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Recorded today, photo Hampshire last month