Discombobulated

perfectmidnightworld: “Just Like Heaven” by Neil Halstead and...

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:15:00 +0100

“Just Like Heaven” by Neil Halstead and Tennis // Originally by The Cure

Now here is a treat. Neil Halstead (Slowdive, Mojave 3) playing a classic track from The Cure, while being backed by Tennis. The whole beautiful thing popped off a couple of months back for Boulder-based artist community, eTown’s web series. The end result is a lovely, dreamy folk pop treat that has me wanting to dig out my old Cure records, as well my Mojave 3 catalog. Highly recommended.

Always and forever this song. A gorgeous cover.

No one (yet) has called me Justine Bieber today. I miss yesterday. :(

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:39:00 +0100

No one (yet) has called me Justine Bieber today.

I miss yesterday.

My friend’s 9-year old son found a dead baby porpoise on the beach today. We were on the long...

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:28:20 +0100

My friend’s 9-year old son found a dead baby porpoise on the beach today.

We were on the long undercliff path that runs from Brighton for miles east beneath the high crumbling chalk cliffs that I love. The sea was angry and pea-green, seaweed and crab shells and cuttlefish bones flung all the way past the usual high tide line right up against the sea wall, wind so strong we had to lean into it to walk and talking was impossible above the din. He cycled ahead, wobbling in the gusts. Suddenly he got off the bike, left it on the path and disappeared onto the pebbles. Came running back to me, freckled cheeks flushed.

“Hey Justine Bieber, wanna see something cool?”

He calls me Justine Bieber.

I said yes, yes I wanted to see something cool so ran with him to the beach and there was the two-foot long body, shiny black on one side with its belly open and empty. The smell. My god. The empty eye sockets. The chubby tail with skin and blubber gouged from it. The poor little dude.

“See,” the boy said, grinning, “told you it was cool.”

Hey guess what. After hours of drinking many quantities of Woodford Reserve Kentucky bourbon, you...

Fri, 10 May 2013 23:21:39 +0100

Hey guess what. After hours of drinking many quantities of Woodford Reserve Kentucky bourbon, you can be seriously happy with a packet of Skittles Sours for dinner.

Who knew?

Oh, whiskey. Whiskey whiskey whiskey. :)

Fri, 10 May 2013 21:21:24 +0100

Oh, whiskey.

Whiskey whiskey whiskey.

I’m never happier than when I’m at my horticulture course, muddy...

Fri, 10 May 2013 16:30:59 +0100

I’m never happier than when I’m at my horticulture course, muddy and sweaty and digging in the earth. Every Friday, basically. These are my green-fingered people.

It’s mad windy up here but I’ve got my Pippi Longstocking braids...

Thu, 09 May 2013 16:39:10 +0100

It’s mad windy up here but I’ve got my Pippi Longstocking braids happening so everything is going to be fine, yo. (at The damn roof)

Audio

Thu, 09 May 2013 09:55:39 +0100

“Goodbye everybody! Guess what, I was secretly an undercover rock star this whole time!”

Thu, 09 May 2013 00:30:15 +0100

“Goodbye everybody! Guess what, I was secretly an undercover rock star this whole time!”

We have a new data entry guy at work. He sits in my office. There’s only me and him in the room and...

Wed, 08 May 2013 14:47:00 +0100

We have a new data entry guy at work. He sits in my office. There’s only me and him in the room and we face each other over our touching desks. He must be in his very early twenties, he’s tall and thin and pale and stooped. Like a character from a Dickens novel. He came in on the first morning I was in last week - he’d not met me before as I only work 2 days a week now - didn’t even look at me, sat down at the PC and started typing. Didn’t even look up. I said hey and introduced myself. He glanced up, wide-eyed with surprise, opened his mouth and looked back down at the keyboard. That was it. After lunch, I said breezily “Wow, it’s lovely out there today!”. He acknowledged me with a slight exhale through his nose.

My colleagues are all completely freaked out by him.

I don’t mind so much. I like silence.

He kind of reminds me of me when I was 14. A tall, white, older boy version of me, but still. I’ve never met anyone who spoke as little as me until I met him. I didn’t really talk until I was around 18. No, really, I didn’t speak. At all. And I always wondered why boys never seemed interested in me. I assumed I must be ugly or boring. Or both. And that made me sad and even more quiet, if that was possible. It was only years later that I was told it wasn’t my face that was a problem, or my brain, it was my not speaking. It was only then I realised just how disturbed by silence people can be. Which is a shame really. I think it’s important to be in silence sometimes. Not as much as I was, nor as much as this boy is. Just sometimes.

Audio

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:20:43 +0100

Audio

Tue, 07 May 2013 12:23:26 +0100

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” Ernest Hemingway

Tue, 07 May 2013 11:55:25 +0100

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”

Ernest Hemingway

I shot a man in the nature reserve just to drink his beer. (at...

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:38:34 +0100

I shot a man in the nature reserve just to drink his beer. (at Selsdon Nature Reserve)

My horticulture tutor let me take her dog for a walk during...

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:07:43 +0100

My horticulture tutor let me take her dog for a walk during lunch, after sowing seeds in the potting shed and two hours of preparing a plot of land for planting in the blazing sunshine. The dog’s name is Rufus. He’s old, has cataracts and is almost deaf but is still strong as an ox and excited by every blade of grass he notices. He’s such a great chap. We walked to the cafe in Stanmer village. We sat outside in the sun, I ate a big salad and drank Coke, he ate the dog biscuits they sell there and drank water. The dog biscuits are different colours, shaped into hearts and stars and bones and flowers. We chatted and cuddled. I told him that wildflowers need terrible, depleted soil to flourish. He said yeah, he knew that and wasn’t it a strange thing. He had a blast sniffing other dogs’ bums. Then we lolled around in the park for a while before going back to do some more digging. It’s been a pretty great day so far.

Brighton girls got tails, yo.

Fri, 03 May 2013 01:29:15 +0100

Brighton girls got tails, yo.

Gliders are amazing. (at Devil’s Dyke)

Thu, 02 May 2013 18:44:32 +0100

Gliders are amazing. (at Devil’s Dyke)

The Hare Krishnas in the flat below are really going for it tonight. With all that drumming and...

Wed, 01 May 2013 22:40:53 +0100

The Hare Krishnas in the flat below are really going for it tonight. With all that drumming and chanting my floor is shaking with the happy vibes. It must be, like, at least a 7.8 on the Finger Cymbals Richter Scale up here.

Wildcat by Khalil Joseph, scored by Flying Lotus A beautiful,...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:36:08 +0100

Wildcat by Khalil Joseph, scored by Flying Lotus

A beautiful, mesmerising, dialogue-free short film about an African-American rodeo in Grayson, Oklahoma.

Photo

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:36:21 +0100