Repeaterbeater

[My bedroom "prison view" of the Castle.]

Edinburgh woke me up this morning with a cold n' misty kick to my muddled head, on a grey and murky Monday morning.

Weekend remnants; flat full of drunk people, dancing to Jacko's best-of hits, getting my hair cut listening to 50's tunes, a horror film with manatees, pints and honey-vodka, walking in the cemetery past midnight and cracking puzzles. Following my rule book of diversity. Not bad, not bad at all.

But I have more Mew to chew. It's short, old Frenger-style, which I'm beaming about.

I don't know if you're digging on Mew at all, they're not everybody's cup of brew, but I never regret listening. Maybe it's my weird against-the-odds-genes. Click Repeaterbeater.

[+ I can't help but love the title. Rhymes are so hot right now.]

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p.s. The piñata didn't survive the weekend. I was lucky to make it out alive.

Coconuts, Plenty of Junk Food

Yeep yeep - Really want to get my greedy claws on CocoRosie's new self-released EP, Coconuts, Plenty of Junk Food, which is currently doing the rounds and promises a forthcoming LP worthy of many fine adjectives. At present they're only selling it at concerts n' gigs, but the internet has been kind to me and I'll wait patiently.

love love to CocoRosie. Merci.

Listen: [Happy Eyez]


There's something spooky lurking in the song that reminds me of Jamie T's Calm Down Dearest


CocoRosie waits for the Milkman

Where are my lemons?

I'm having a hard time filling this empty page.

Haven't listened to anything new of late, just been scrolling through some of my old music, taking photographs and writing a sentence here, in a notebook there, word and a word, time from time.


Today 15/06/09



Been having dreams of saving ducks {Setting them free in swimming pools}, snorting cocaine {and worrying about my nose collapsing} and writing music.

{In my dreams I sing my melodies with a voice I don't recognize. It's pretty neat.}

When I wake, I moan, not remembering how those sure-to-be-hits went. Pulling my hair.

I sometimes wish I could download my brain and dreams onto my computer, and in the mornings just: Press Print.

My legacy. In Landscape format, Helvetica Font, on nice 120 g paper. A lemon-y colour.

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Here's summer in a song for you - Leona Ness:

Leave Your Boyfriends Behind




Keep in touch over the summer.