womens institute by Kirsten Svuure
another thing that I really like. I think we know each other well enough by now for me not to need to say that all the hissing and distortion and stuff that makes this music sound like it was almost made by a musical incompetent is deliberate and genius and carefully calibrated to hit the luscious soft spot.
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Today my favourite ex and I met at the station at 8am and even though it was so soon after the strike things were working - and best of all no one was about so we had the train to ourselves to Brockenhurst, where we caught the shuttle bus to the New Forest Show. No one is more amazed than me. I last went about a century ago - as a child, with my parents, and obviously the experience was traumatic and boring and Never Again!
But that generation is all dead now thank god, and people today seem more in the mood for having fun and I thought that everyone today at the Show was friendly and jolly - yes me, someone who normally finds jollity rather tiresome, well sometimes it's a very nice thing to be at the mercy of, and I don't remember one act of rudeness from anyone there, except my ex, who asked someone how much their huge vibrating massage bed was and he said £3,000, plus VAT if yr not registered disabled, and my ex said Pah Too Cheap, when she really meant too expensive and I had to buy all her tea and burgers and buns.
We saw a bull which I was certain was a bull until we saw his udders - but my god he really did look like a bull. I bought a painting like a wood engraving which looked like something Ravilious or his wife would do today, my ex bought a wonderful bright hand-knitted cardigan and we got back on the bus and then the train and agreed with everyone else on them that we'd all had a thoroughly good time. It felt like we'd been transported back to the 1950s or one of those train adverts in the cinema where cartoon people travel happily through a cartoon English countryside.
Another wonderful thing that happened recently is that on Tuesday night I saw Derren Brown at the Mayflower. I wasn't quite as bowled over as everyone I spoke to afterwards was, or even as much as I expected to be. But he was brilliant - charismatic, brave, very human, wonderfully confident, and I was hooked on to every second. If this is in any way starting to make my life sound interesting then take heart, it really isn't. I still find that my favourite days are the quiet days, the solitary days at home, or the days of long solo walks, the days when I am so so engrossed in one thing - like making music - and the music has to be like the person/mood that's making it - e.g. this piece, which I got lost in while making it and I think it is good for getting lost in when hearing it.
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recorded this evening, photograph an exhibit in a competition in the Womens Institute tent in the New Forest Show today - and though it wasn't the best or the funniest, it was my own favourite because it had a beehive in it.
