Christ! What’s happened to my editor? I turn my back for 24 hours and all hell breaks lose, I have no idea what is going down with this version of WordPress, thank god for Rochelle who seems to be the only beacon of light in this cacophony of unasked for change, thanks also to Tedstrutz for the picture. I did have an idea, but this reading up has sort of rained on my parade a bit, so i’ll see what I come up with.
On My Marks…
“It would be like Trout Mask Replica” he said, except he lacked a magical musical genius possessed by Dom Van Vliet. His “magic” was provided by a truck with its engine running full of instruments which he found round the back of Turtle studios.
In his dead Grandmas house, months sustained by Tesco pork pies and Malibu and Coke as they bickered and argued, threatening to leave; thumping percussion and shrill woodwind cracked the silence of the sleepy suburb while cacophonic electric guitar jousted with wailing Banshee.
Gun shots, then silence as the echoes gave way to bird-song and lawnmowers
There we are, what a hassle, to try and put this together under the stress of learning something new, but 100 words on the nose, a band practice gone wrong.