nonshared unday by Simon Aulman

Gave the keyboard thingy another chance. Not sure what I think of this one. Roedelius it aint. But not everything he's done is brilliant. I love the four tiny tracks. But that long one in the middle - I'm still too close to it, kept digging when I should've put down the shovel. My way of doing stuff is to randomly do lots of lazy relaxed stuff and then rely on a good ear to spot the one tiny thing in there that's pretty and dig it out and expand it for ages. I'd rather hear one tiny lovely thing over and over for hours, than hours of clever varied stuff that's all over the shop. It's Steve Reich vs ELP. But this one doesn't feel like it found its Steve Reich moment - it's more Philip Glass alas.

And if that still makes me sound conceited then you still haven't realised how bad Phil is. I've painted myself into a bit of a corner with the recent long written things. Today I have nothing to say. No input, unless you can count a short walk to Lidl to buy double cream. I have it in my coffee. It's the only "food" I ingest all day almost-every-day. I don't take sugar, but even so each cup is about 300 calories, and eight cups in a day gives me almost the same high as you can possibly get in these non-youthful years from alcohol, and the same sleepless nights.

God what days these are - so empty, yet somehow okay - filled with this and crosswords and mags and I've given up books, maybe forever - just want to go off and walk over horizons and into silent fox-barked woods just as it's getting dark, to sleep and then rise very very early, mornings like that are as euphoric as strong creamy coffee. Listening to this thing now - I've heard worse. It might even be beautiful.