mottisfont by Simon Aulman
yes thank you it has all gone wrong - not just the music, which has gone right but in a way which only I like and so that means it's wrong for everyone else - but the main thing that's wrong is/are all the big plans - this start of a decade of endless hot rainless breezeless summer days was meant to be the start of huge EnidBlyton adventures with Uncle Quentin's guiding hand upon my tiller as I went out every day to grab fab fun sunny outdoorsy things to make up for that wintry solitary confinement. But instead - nothing - nowhere - no one - I just love these rooms so much when the sun shines like this and the house temperature rises from a recent average of literally about 10 degrees C to about 30. Why would I want to miss that ? Why would I want to leave the house and be blinded by this sun and bump into people and buy crap just to justify me being out on the streets ? - No - for as long as this sun shines (and for the nights in between) I shall stay indoors and read and eat salty snacks and watch DVDs on my wonderful little DVD projector and have to close all the curtains to keep the light out and no one will call and Zelenski and Trump and Vance and Starmer and Putin and Rayner and Musk and Badinock (NOTE TO MY P.A. = please check spelling of these names before publication) can grease-up their naked bodies and all get in the ring together to grapple with one another till testicles and nipples and ears and egos are lying bitten-off in the dust and I won't know anything about it all because we weren't designed to know what is happening across the whole bleeding planet - for a trillion years we've lived in little groups and the biggest worry is what Edna in the hut over on the other side of the village was doing to her cat last night - that is the world that I am returning to now - me and Edna Schrödinger and her cat and nothing.
recorded this morning, photo sitting waiting at Mottisfont & Dunbridge Station last Thursday
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BIG NEWS BIG NEWS =
In case you haven't had the email yet (luddite emails tend to run very slow) simon aulman has announced a listening party - some time in the year 2138, by which time he hopes to actually have a listener - please spread the news among the deaf community - and please don't accuse me of being "deaf-ist" for I am deaf too, and that gives me a free pass. And anyway, with this music it's not the deaf that you've really got to feel sorry for. Ah bugger it, I'm being too self-effacing - I actually love some of this stuff more than anything
