See my post below for my first half of Friday night
After that fucking nonsense...i came home and sparked a bottle of vino. The wife and kids were down at her sisters, and after initial 5 minutes of loneliness, I suddenly realised....I had the house to myself, on a Friday night...

GET THE TUNES ON

Ended up oscillating about the place, a few reefers and ended up watching that new Brian Eno Arena documentary. Really good, but he said something amazingly telling and cynical. Whereby he was explaining how at one point he was producing U2 and Coldplay and as everything was on the one computer he had to be dead careful to label all the files correctly, just in case the songs 'got mixed'. The subtext being, they are so fucking interchangeable, and effectively the same thing, in his eyes, as a producer.

Then the internal conflict begins....can I like the music of a man who priduces these, turdburglars? To a point. His get out of jail free card is always 'An Ending (Ascent)'.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:30, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I'm suspicious of anyone
who spent years in company of Bryan fucking Ferry and never took the opportunity to beat him to death.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:50, Reply)

Bryan Ferry is indeed a crooning, mong worrier,
but it was a really well put together documentary though, regardless of subject matter.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 9:56, Reply)