I have a head-cold and it is sapping strength from me like natron desiccating a pharaoh. As an experiment, I cut-down a small tree using my cough. An anthropologist came-up to my tonsils and described himself to them.

Last night my sister Cate and I went and saw The McAlpine Fusiliers, who play a virtuoso but samey style of folk-rock and closed the set with a pretty nice cover of "Folsom Prison Blues" (minus the solos). Prior to this, I lost to Cate 2-2 at pool, and afterwards we were approached by a woman outside the pub who made a lot of weird assumptions about my being "closed" and a "genius", based on my  making one smart-Alec comment and being a genius. I tricked her into thinking I had been raised in Milwaukee, because apparently I have an accent. People who have heard my voice, do I have an accent? It's frustrating. Stupid British mother and love of Danger Mouse.

I wrote a lengthy philosophical tract the day before yesterday in which I compared reality and its inhabitants to a sheet of nice linen, but it doesn't say anything new and I'd have to transfer it over from my laptop with a USB, so just think post-modernism but with more doubt.

I have spent the day getting good at keyboard. When I say "good", I concede that simple piano is the easiest instrument to play, and also that I'm not really actually good. But I can belt-out proper versions of "Imagine", "You Really Got Me" and, probably, "Pyramid Song", so who cares.

Also Yoko Ono had some good songs! "Walking On Thin ice" is Ladytron's cool aunty. I have to go start working on things!

Tags: illness, japan, keyboards
Current Location: Geelong
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Broadcast - Tender Buttons