Pulse State

Listening To: the happy fizz, crackle and rumble of a coal fire in its initial stages.

the buns of doom: episode 1. my buns are freezing. yesterday they were not quite so freezing. some day, they may be freezing in a recording studio while i cut a new album or in fact excercising in a new york gym. i wonder if it's the right time to twitter my buns? best lay claim to this whizz-bang idea before someone else does.

weekend staying in and making music was great, and went just as planned. as was expected, i'm sick of the track now of course, and wondering when i can slice and dice it into another track, but we'll have to wait and see. go have a little listen if you want to be so chilled your armchair (or computer chair, or coffee shop stool) engulfs you in a hemp-soaked ambience. i just can't seem to drum up more than chilled energy at the moment, but i'm drowning myself in Future Sound Of London, so everything's going to come out pretty spiky soon.

Ponderment: why do my fires always threaten to go out, so that i can't leave them for the first two hours of setting?
Wishing I Could: do this in the front room, but the gas fire has finally handed in the towel and you can see your breath in there.