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p.s. Hey. ** jay, Hi, jay! Bach, wow, I can imagine. Naturally I wish you would record your playing and share it, but I figure that’s too big and maybe inappropriate to ask. Play on! As someone who never gets scared by horror movies and almost think those who get scared are faking it or emotionally masturbating or something, I’m with you. I liked ‘Obsession’ too. I fear that young director is going to sell out as he gets money thrown at him going forward, but miracles happen, I guess. Anyway, hi. I hope the little heatwave starting here today isn’t creeping into your neck. ** Adem Berbic, sal showed up so I presume you were speaking directly to him. Retired the singing portion, right, I think I remember that now. Glad his thing did its thing for you. I basically do readings so I can actually talk with people who read me as opposed to wishing and hoping and assuming. It’s worth that. If I ever get to London again, I will bring a carton. ** Dominik, Hi!!! If Zac and I lived in Vienna, we would make your haunted house our next major project. Yeah, the projectile suitcase was the single instance in my life that I’ve never been able to explain with my usual practicality. I kind of guessed you’d wonder about Ritchie. Until one of his bones washes up on shore, that remains mystery central. Ha. Someone should make a horror movie where there’s an actual, physical child version of someone housed inside his/her/their body. It could be pretty scary? Love liquefying and pouring himself into a vase holding beautiful flowers, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Yes, I thought of Langley too. And Portsmouth Sinfonia. ** Don., So far we have managed to conquer the email-controlling demon. Alcohol does have its virtues. It’s easy to forget that. Contented, nice. I think that’s supposed to be emotion’s ultimate goal? ** Steve, Friends of a certain bent claim that the flying suitcase was an act telepathy on my part, but I don’t believe in that anymore than I believe my friend’s ghost was saying hi to me in the only way it could. I’ll find out about the cigarette scentedness today. Supposedly it’s left exactly as it was when he died, so … maybe. Thanks about the gig. I’ve got yours cued for later today. ** Malik, Clay in ‘Dutchman’ would be amazing. That could be an Obie or Tony or something winner, pal. I imagine that directing that might be even more interesting, but I’m very shy. That conversation does sound beautiful. I love those moments too. I’ll tell Zac you wished him happy birthday, and he’ll undoubtedly tell me to thank you for the wish, and if by some miracle I remember to, I will pass his thanks along. ** laura w, Haha. I hope a song or two or more makes your upcoming playlist. There is an audiobook of ‘Closer’. I don’t know if it’s out yet. They played me a sample of it, and I was completely horrified by it. It’s so, so wrong. I would avoid it like the veritable plague. Thanks for braving the new cover. Wow, ‘Safe’, that is extremely old. I’m guessing the Tillman book must be ‘Haunted Houses’? My bank account is bruised too. Commiserations. Kind of a deep bruise in my case, eek. ** ⋆˚꩜。darbbzz⋆˚꩜。, d-ster! Hey. We need a thunderstorm over here so badly. Everything’s burning. Geese rule. They’re one of the most underrated creatures. Not as underrated a pigeons, but still. That stretch of observational writing was very beautiful, my friend. Bob Dylan! He’ll probably be very rumbly and grouchy? I read something about the ‘Hellraiser Revival’ game, but not much yet. I’m not religious, but I am interested in the concept of God, and it makes for a good metaphor. Also ‘Oh, my God’ is a good way to indicate you’re surprised. Make that noise beat please. ** HaRpEr //, Liturgy seems to be playing everywhere in the world except Paris for some reason. You think, about Vaping? I worry it’s an interim thing and writing about it will date the writing, but I don’t know. Plus in some way Vaping mostly conveys cowardice to me, which is undoubtedly not fair. I’ll go look at your substack then. Great! ** Bill, Happy some tracks snuck through and into you. Thanks for the links to the Porter ensemble. I’ll check it. All good where you are? ** sal, Hi. No big, there aren’t really lags around here unless I slough off. ‘Harsh wall noise’ edition! What a capital and inspired thing. Everyone needs one of those maybe? A million dollar idea maybe? ** Nicholas., And there you are! Hey, bud. Mm, I think the simple and, yes, obvious answer is that I managed my darkness by writing about it. That organised it, and it became my material rather than a threat to me. Your declaration was digested by me with considerable sagely nodding. It was/is a helluva thing, in fact! ** Uday, I’ll convey your birthday wish to the guy himself. I do have a soft spot for anarchic, self-organising things, it’s certainly true. If penile length was constantly correlated with age, I would worry for the escorts mostly. ** Thom, Thanks about the smoking shebang. I think the only good thing about smoking is how it crystallises your thoughts. That’s it. And there are other ways. The launch sounds really nice. Big crowds are overrated. Oh, wow, the zine is gettable in non-physical form. I’ll sneak in while I ‘pray’ that the bizarre French mail system does its job. Everyone, Thom has just launched the first issue of a zine he co-edits. It’s called Holobiosis, and you can get it in pdf form for free, I think, by just pushing down with your fingertip on these words. Guaranteed windfall, guys. Go, go! Thanks, pal, that’s very exciting! If I understand what you mean about mechanic, I am exactly the same way. Speaking from my personal experience, most people will miss the mechanics, and you just have to get used to that and hope they’re getting it via the power of suggestion subconsciously or something. Week’s okay here, although we have new if gratefully brief heatwave starting today. You? ** Okay. One of my minor obsessions is fake food, and I’m forcing you to indulge me and, if we’re all very lucky, yourselves to some degree vis-a-vis that particular turf today. See you tomorrow.



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Hey Dennis! Sure, I’ll sort out a recording by this evening, no problem. My Bach is still super patchy, so maybe I’ll share some Chopin instead.
Greatly appreciated. The fake crab upstairs is a charismatic critter. Yesterday, good-but-not-great ramen (which I’m fairly certain was not fake). Today, work. Tomorrow, beach again. Today is shaping up to be brainless so I’m hoping the beach brings the brain. Are you brained, or is the heat re-crescendoing already?
Is not crying normal? Yesterday a friend was taken aback by the fact that — to my recollection — I’ve cried twice in the last ten years. I guess that might be less than average, but is it taking-aback territory? Subjectivity is weird.