music is great, isn't it. right now, i'm into lots of stuff. i'm into more stuff than i've ever been into before, but that's kind of a given. it's like peel said - this year is the best year for music. and before that it was last year, and before that it was the year before...no matter how many arguments there are with progression/regression whatever, everyone knows that there is mega great shit out there right now. mega great shit. but yeh, it kind of follows that i'm into a fuckton of different stuff, because it's like a learning process, or any kind of research - i've read more books now than i had this time last year, i've seen more films, i'm into more music. it just follows. but it changes you as a person. for instance, this morning, i was playing my electric guitar through my assortment of pedals - the tube reverb in the amp, as well as the distortion channel on the amp, and a line6 DL4, and a danelectro "tuna melt" tremolo, a guvnor mark 2 and a crybaby. the sounds were incredible, it was noise, pure awesome noise. i've got the fourtrack sitting right there, and i never plug it in when i'm doing something that i want to record. so you'll never hear this specific incarnation, but you may hear a bastardised version of it some time. so yeh, it was very intense and extremely loud and great. and now, i am drinking cider, listening to folk records from the 1920s, and playing a mandolin (i have a mandolin! today!). its just like, what? music just defines what you do. i'm wearing a mogwai tshirt, just bought loveless on vinyl and bright eyes split with neva dinova 10", and i ordered roscoe holcomb's untamed sense of control yesterday. i am looking forward to the day (very soon, hopefully next week) where i will be able to listen to tri repetae on vinyl in the lounge while playing a mandolin. the degree of anti-stereotypicality this involves is astounding. but this isn't me, this is what music has done to me. by rights, i should be either living in some backwater town in america with my mandolin, or getting a pair of those glasses with torches on and losing myself in an underground club in london playing autechre. i can't have both. can i have both? i don't know. something may happen soon. it's not just bombs that explode. i think it hit me today, university. this is the biggest change in my life, ever. and it's happening in about a month, or less than. my teenage chemicals are swaying back and forth, and any sense of freedom and independence or whatever is engulfed instantly with a feeling of intense remorse and depression and regret. it's a bit like an involuntary evaluation of the past two years, what i could've done and should've done. one or two things in particular should be different. one thing. it's strange that more than one person will think it's to do with them. but it's not a person. it's kind of a person. buster. mmm, short, vague sentences. i thought i was out of this phase. it should be over in a month. possibly ending in a climactic post full of three word sentences. as they say, this is the fall. think i'm going to get a tattoo. or two. shoreline mike*