Standing In Shit, Staring At The Sun

I'm not sure why, but recently I seem to have developed an ability to fuck up minidisc players without even touching them, perhaps due to some inexplicable exponential expansion in my electromagnetic field, sort of like a personal solar flare. Or maybe, after years of working on all sorts of weird electrical and electronic gear, I've developed some sort of empathetic resonance with circuitry and the poor minidisc player has picked up my enormous loathing of the unreliable tinny little fuckers and died a choking sputtering digital death.

Two days in a row, minidisc players have prevented listening back to some really fucking good music. M vs P yesterday suffered from drop out hell and today, a seriously fucking mountain levelling Morgen und Nite session suffered the same fate. Maybe we're just too analogue for a minidisc to handle. It's a shame though 'cos we played a couple of killers, the first an ever ascending rush of sound, guitar 'n' synths locked into an accelerating drone and riff dance, exploding into massively overloaded solos and duels but always returning to the same resonating core, like quakes temporarily breaking the surface of a contracting, dying neutron star. And did the fucking minidisc pick up one fucking second of this hour long planet-fucker? Did it fuck, bastard thing. The second track was cool too, growing from a spaced out country blues through the ketamine laser high frequency drone before ecountering the cosmic kittens and mutating into the slowest lowest mean fucker of a guitar riff crawling around in a pit of outrageously queasy synthdrone and a liver threateningly deep sub bass. The MD buggered that up too, with random drop outs rendering large portions unlistenable or just absent. Which is a pain.

But it was a brilliant session anyway, the first electric one for a while. Don't get me wrong, I love playing the acoustic stuff, but when the synths are screaming and the volume's cranked to nausea levels I'm in one one of my favourite places in the universe, drowning in massive swells of filtering and phasing, swept along in slow currents of molasses thick bass, howling, arcing feedback tearing an electric gash through the sky. No matter how pissed off I am, and I was pretty fucking down this morning, as this weeks been a bit of a rollercoaster, playing this music always lifts me. Making Morgen und Nite music is a fucking joy, especially when it sounds like today. If the gig with The Telescopes on the 21st at The Buffallo Bar is half as good I'm going to be seriously happy...