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Once upon a time this Sad&Sorry
Was a slick-as-flying-shit-hot Coder
(Not as good as me) you see
But he could, as they say, “Get The Job Done”
The Man could LDL (Lay-Down-Lines)
Ready to GO and insect free
Like some Neo-Jesus Christ slapping miracle suppositorys up your repository
He was god.

So slowly they started to max him out.
Day after day and task upon task.
He started smoking like he was The Industrial Revolution.
Long into the dark night of the Proletariat.
For he had become the new working class ‘Joe’.
Strung out on the sugar rush and coffee dosing
Always dreaming in Getaway style, nature escapes
Knowing he would last 5 minutes in anything resembling Wild.

So he coded.
Because it was easy to do
Because it paid for something
Because it was fun once
Because what else was he going to do
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Zombies in the pool…

This summer I hung out in the Czech Republic in the lovely town of B?ha?ov with Sonya. Tina and her boyfriend Phill dropped by and Julia so, inspired by the movie Zombie Lake (1981), we decided to make a music-video called Making Fools, which is now up on Sonya’s website. It is my first completed track (so far, and not really indicative of what I’m into but it was made in one day with on a nasty hangover).

Th Laptop-orchestra and the nature of live performance

Laptoporchestra Berlin
I just got back from MAGISTRALE Kulturnacht‘s Medialounge in which a good friend of mine has some photos on exhibit. There was a series of laptop audio performances by various artists which climaxed with a live performance of the so called Laptoporchester Berlin. Seven guys on laptops nodding their heads.They opened with a couple of pieces that were lead by a guy on a cool seven string electric guitar which had a body that was just snap on bars in the shape of a traditional guitar (see picture). They then ended with a cover of Terry Riley’s ‘In C’ which I’d only recently discovered being a big fan of Steve Riech.
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Tropical afternoon

A wet sky ends another flushed day
Letting go of the days hot frustrations
Releasing the struggle that started at dawn
So one can finally say “I’m done.”
The race is over. Nobody won.

The cool breeze retires ambition
Let the shoulders sag and, put on loose shoes,
Smile in the company of others
Reflecting at the slow replay of the days events
Forever to be frozen in memory

Washed in hopes or regrets

John Waters Divine Filth

Last night I saw a movie that revolted me so much I could not watch anymore: Pink Flamingos (1972). I can not remember when a movie had last pulled such utter revolt from me. It was to the point I was almost throwing up. Fantastic!

However, it has in a way inspired the Urban Uncle project and given it a style, ‘Trash’, which brings its own freedoms to create. All are encouraged to go out and film their own trashy dreams and ideas. This is what I believe the Punk or New Wave movement was about the “Just do it” attitude. But I digress…

Pink Flamingos intro credits
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Today could be the last day

Today could be the last day of my life
I made a curry, rode my bike.
The sunset took its time fading away,
One orange at a time
While sparrows madly cut and dived
Cut and dived
Madly took their flight
Through the last days light of my life

My clean bare feet still soft from the moist heat
Timidly caress the wet gravel
The rain starts again
People shut their doors,
Close the windows from dark rooms
Whims to this weather

The sun silently drowns on the grey horizon
And it ends, this soft goodbye

Coffee is my new God!

Coffee is my new God
I worship the black grainy truth
Biting the nails off slow seconds

Master makes the pages turn
While inside the mind burns
One thousand thoughts a second

This pen stains my accuser finger
Like the scribes of ancient old
Darkly out of shape the eye brown stalks

The day jumps in time
The Day Jumps Peter Pan
The Day JUMPS kAnGaRoOs

Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee
For for for for for for
Me me me me me me