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Another Saturday morning attempt to get a haircut scuppered by the popularity of Mr Fred. It’s the same every week. I get there at a little after nine and already he’s mobbed. I guess I need to try and get there earlier, but the thought of getting up before 8 on a Saturday just seems too painful. Oh well. I struggle on with hair a fraction too long...
It’s been a strange half term. I have achieved barely a fraction of what I wanted to or needed to, and spent much of it in a fug (thus making my new Fugs badge even more appropriate). I blame the weather, which has been quite muggy and oppressive of late, making the Geek Lair particularly kind of hard to be in. London was good though. It was great seeing friends old and new, and there was good Art to be seen: The Edward Hopper show is magnificent and is certainly worthy of the hype.
Also the Hidden Cameras show was terrific. I was chatting with Georgie last night about Dylan of all things and I said that, like Dylan, Hidden Cameras make the kinds of noises that fill me with all the everythings and nothings of the world and make me want to explode… not that Hidden Cameras sound anything like Dylan in reality, it’s just that essence of all great music, all the most exquisite Pop moments. You know how it goes.
We played pass the parcel at the Hidden Cameras tea party. I hadn’t played since I was a little kid and it was strange but fun. It felt like the kind of thing that would happen at a Sarah records party, and with amazing synchronicity who should turn up later at the show but Clare and Harvey… The parcel prizes were t-shirts with the Ecce Homo sleeve drawing on; the one with the sword/penis. Of course I didn’t win, although I did get to unwrap a layer and was showered with little coloured stars. The tea party was a nice idea, even though I knew no-one except for Dickon, who it was lovely to see again. Good too to see that he is still Being Dickon Edwards. He was excited about having just received a British Library card, and these little details are important. It was good too to meet Ben Ayres at last; Carrie went to college with his sister and at that time whenever I was in Bath Jo would always say how I should meet up with Ben, but we never did. So fifteen years later… And I was reminded too of what a small world the ‘indiepop’ one is when talking with a couple of lads from Teletext and Pinnacle respectively – both top chaps – who it turned out were also friends of Clare and Dickon… I still felt out of place though, particularly at the after show party, because I know no industry people and actually most of the record industry fills me with dread and mistrust. And although I know that’s a lot of my paranoia at work, I still can’t shake the feeling that I’d rather be home in the Geek Lair, writing out my life and dancing in my heart. Maybe too it’s that old hermetic strain coming through, and maybe too it’s that desire to be elusive and perhaps illusive. And in fact truth be told I think I’ve lived my entire life caught in that tension between the desire to be known and loved and the need to be alone and detached. But don’t we all?
My Snapple is nearly finished. I should head home and finish up that Hidden Cameras review, start the Hopper article I have floating in my head, get moving on that pile of CDs that still need attention… Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
New arrival in the PO Box this morning: the earlynorthamerican set by girlsareshort on the always excellent Upper Class Recordings of Toronto label. It’s awesome! Truly magical upbeat Summer Pop that dreams of diamond studded sequencers and acid tinged techno parties peopled by characters from the covers of those RPM girl group collections. And the weird thing is that although girlsareshort sound like some magnificently strange technopopgirlgroop it’s actually two guys with occasional vocal duties by a range of drop ins from heaven…
girlsareshort are hanging out by the tennis courts and gazing at the lazy blue. Make sure you join ‘em.