...when I wrote my last entry. I was referring to something I had felt a couple of weeks before, hoping I could feel it again if I wrote about it, hoping that writing about it could bring it back to me and make it sincere. The truth is that I just didn't feel that way when I wrote it, I was too tired and worn out. I was hungry for it, greedy perhaps, but couldn't reach it. That's the way it is sometimes...
Weeks spent in front of vibrating metal. 10 inch woofers and metal dome tweeters. Vibrations instigated by a computer and audio to digital converter. Electric current transformed into sound. Then to wood and string. So fresh, so pure and innocent. Synthesis of fingers and instrument into sound. Vibrations against my stomach and resonance through my body.
You love London. London loves you. You've lived in London for a while now. London knows you. You know London. London tires you out. London is beautiful. London is impossible. London is your home. London is your love. Sometimes you hate your love. London Loves You Through The Years And The Centuries.
And Your Bird Can Sing has always been my favourite, but She Said Blew My Mind. Typical. There we were during the Mad Masters mixing sessions, at the end of a long day's mixing. There we were sat behind the API desk and ProAc monitors, listening to Beatles records. Typical. Typical but transcendental : the euphoria of it, hearing that sound in that listening environment. Hearing the songs working at their deepest levels : mecahnical, structural, melodic, semantic, instrumental. Performance, recording, mixing all blending into one. Intent and purpose revealed on every level. She Said blew my mind. Time and space didn't matter anymore. And Your Bird Can Sing has always been my favourite. She Said blew my mind.
"Evil hides in pretty places.
My causal relationships are misaligned in the temporal dimension at the moment. It's strange. Somebody fix it please..

.........to stop time? ...to stop time......... to ,,,,stop.i would like to hear that read more
on Time....