I’m not sure I buy all the Lynch allegations, but Backrooms was decent.

Was lucky enough to have in my possession a bundle of ‘Source’ magazines (temporarily) - a late 60s treatise on avant garde music complete with 10inch records including the first recording of Lucier’s “I am sitting in a room”

Bagpuss house. Emily’s shop window. Even the pingwings barn is still there.

A 'live' (as of 45 minutes ago) equipment test with dusk chorus, out of the rear window. An exercise in navigating cobwebs.

How perfect this sounds, tonight of all nights, the heat escaping the lawn.

The joys of getting records out of storage. Born 9 years and an ocean apart, but made their debut on the same indie label 90+ years later.

Ben Beaumont-Thomas has criticised your drum-programming. Christ.

Thinking this day about the sadly-departed Brading Wax Museum on the Isle of White and how it just about laser-sculpted all of my tastes. Little Jane! The Boy in the chimney! The murder of Louis de Rochefort!

Hammersmith Morris in the hood, one of the best to do it.

The sun is about to rise over Cerne Abbas and the Ooser is undoubtedly already marching up the hill. I should be there (in my usual spot) but am laid low, listening to Holiday Rap by Miker G and MC Sven in an attempt to rouse myself. Memories of honey beer and dew dampening my arse. Happy May Day🌞

Lewes is the one place you could leave a bunch of (admittedly shabby) Fairport pink labels for free outside your house and they’ll still be there 48hrs later.

Worlds worst flip-through. I found out a neighbour who passed away last year was on the fringes of the Fluxus group. I was invited to buy his LP collection and was blown away by how our tastes converged, right down to the DVDs of The Clangers next to Kenneth Anger. Currently hauling from the van:

Junk addiction in Amiens

New BOC sounding like

Moyà🖤

FOR MY PET

Mother/Mother’s Day card circa 1983

Working in olde Paris

That’s how you photo-bomb

Just the one meaningful purchase at Kempton today

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A weekend in the country at a gaff built by Edwin Lutyens. A pleasure to get shitfaced and fanny about on the engineering marvel that is his hand-hewn skittle set.

The fish man came each Wednesday and blooted La Cucuracha from the little horn atop his white van, letting the aspiring middle class know fresh turbot was in season.

Guess the Tory! I purchased this Van Morrison tee from a chazzer this morning, the assistant telling me it was donated by a (former?) Conservative MP who sings in a choir and was caught in the Brighton bombing. Answers on a postcard please! (Secretly hoping for Norman Tebbit)

Shooting chatelaines

Went to an honest-to-god record shop for the first time in years yesterday. Picked up what was probably the most played CD of my teens on LP: Lou B at his most soft-boi and Nick Drake-obsessed. Soundtracked a winter in 1994 like a warm fuzzy blanket.

Aren’t we lucky to be alive the same time as Martin Carthy?

Twitter is now saying if you want child porn, you have to pay for it.

A winter perennial.

Happy turn of the circle

Two fifteenth century faces in stained glass at the church of St Peter Mancroft, Norwich. They will have seen in over 500 New Years celebrations

Very pleased with his catnip Brussel sprout

Looking forward to the now-annual tradition of being pissed off with Mark Gatiss before midnight on Christmas Eve

On the subject of alternative Christmas albums, this is the one that makes La Monte Young, John Cage and Harry Partch sound like outtakes from Box of Delights:

Exhales…

Nice to see this still doing the rounds over a decade later!

Rewatching the shit out of Victorian Farm Christmas

Hello, it’s bandcamp Friday and this was made over a quarter of a century ago. Christ. One for fans of Children of Green Knowe, field recordings, twigs snapping and the potential of a log fire in some far-off rural pub.

Banger album

Forever a favorite!

Hello, it’s bandcamp Friday and this was made over a quarter of a century ago. Christ. One for fans of Children of Green Knowe, field recordings, twigs snapping and the potential of a log fire in some far-off rural pub.

The alternative Christmas album that never gets it’s dues.

I didn’t buy this for 3 English pounds

T-shirt is almost 30 years old and never seen an iron