The clocks went back an hour last night. It's 09:56. That's GMT. Real time, not this BST bull shit. Many people think that this time of year is splendid because one gets an extra hour in bed. I spent my hour of time travel chatting with XWiz last night on Adium. He's a clever boy and I am stupid. Together, we got it up and running. Then chated.
We spoke (albeit briefly) about the new songs we're working on. Two songs (without giving too much away) about religion. We need more lyrics, so I'll be working on that shortly, but I'm inspired by our musical style to delve into the depths of my mind (yes, it can be deep at times) and find something funky. I may give up. I might not. We'll see.
I was thinking a lot about inspiration last night. It seems our new effort is a celebration of all things electronica, from its earliest days until now. Today's sound, tomorrow's technology. Ok, so yes, in XWiz's words, "Yesterday's technology." But that's fabulous. We love old skool. We love retro. We love the past. Everything that's old is new again.
It would be so fabulous to create a world in which all the sounds we adore can co-exist, in a world where they wouldn't necessarily live together in a state of happy union. I'm thinking of a flat share, inhabited by Laurie Anderson, Army Of Lovers, Pet Shop Boys, Bent, Kraftwerk, Erasure, XWiz and Minge. Lo-fi electonica.
It's Fib Sunday.
As you may or may not know, dear reader, Minge has been away. But I'm back now. While I was away, some gorgeous hunk hosted Fib Sunday for three fabulous weeks. I'm sure you'll agree with me that he did a most fabulous job. If he's not rewarded in this life, he'll most certainly be rewarded in the next. If there is one. Let's cross our fingers. Please.
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Basically, one creates a poem whose syllables follow the number sequence of the Fibonacci sequence (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8), using the topic proposed by the previous contributor. Our last topic was provided to us by an anonymous contributor and that topic is:
In a shoe.
With too many kids:
So she sold them to the gypsies.