He was writing with a tattoo needle
Most of the last week has seen me holed up in WAW+P towers, picking away at some of the threads hanging on next weekend’s takeover of Notting Hill Arts Club. If I were a Weeknotes kind of person I’m sure I’d go into detail about the lessons we’ve learned, but actually the micro-view of that process doesn’t quite feel right, either for myself or WAW+P. What I’m trapped in at the moment is something closer to The Long Angst wherein all sense of perspective and judgement is lost amid a clutching emptiness somewhere just underneath my ribcage. My back is so tight you could use it as a string instrument. If you’re not me though it’s going to be a great day.
In the meantime, my review of Los Campesinos! new album Romance Is Boring went live up at Global Comment. I felt a strange frustration listening to the record, wondering why the lyrical ennui was so present in the face of the escapism and excitement both the music and their lives as musicians can instill.
More after the link (and two compliments that’ll charm me for weeks).
Of course there’s a lesson for me too in that excerpt too; organising WAW+P can be frustrating and difficult, but I’m really proud I’m able to do that kind of thing, and honored to be doing it with the people I am.




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