The discourteous among you might rightly wonder, “What’s happening just behind these two?” And I would not be able to tell you.

What I do know is that it doesn’t get a whole lot better then a roomful of your best friends at a hotel in Boston with a seemingly endless supply of beer.

Does it, now?
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As I write, the Oscars are still going. I want them to end. I’m a not killjoy, only tired. Although I do want a tuxedo. Or perhaps a kilt. This night needs to end.

Returning to the warm comfort of obscurity, I offer a lovely article by Rob Hayler from Leeds. He runs a great blog, Radio Free Midwich, and makes fantastic drone via his project, Midwich. Rob graciously wrote about VdS, despite our musics (though not our aesthetics) being thoroughly misaligned.

Also, I sliced my hand with a box cutter and had to get stitches. I took a photo that I was going to show you, but my finger looks like a beetle with a collection of sparse hair, and I don’t think anyone feels very good about that.

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By a stroke of luck, Candice from Q107 found the recording I did of Kim Mitchell’s ‘Patio Lanterns’ a few weeks back. It’s a curio, if anything:

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I went to Q107 studios last week, played a few tunes and chatted with Candice K. for a little bit. Candice produces the Kim Mitchell show. She’s a cool girl and we had a nice time. I gave her a lift to the Eaton Centre afterwards so she could get a new bag; some food had exploded in her old one earlier that day. Also, Dave Bookman showed off his belly to Candice and I as he was getting into the elevator, which was thrillingly odd.

Sadly, some computer difficulties meant that only one of the three files from the session was salvaged- this recording of 66:

Have a listen. I’m off to bed.

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