My book choice selection for next month.
Jeanette Winterton, Vintage, 1990.
Cover Art by Dennis Leigh. Of course. And I have one of the superb printed cards that were printed to promote the book. His early work has something I find definitely lacking in the more recent stuff. I like the collage and the pasting of apparently random images - reminds me of the surreal video made for "Lose All Sense Of Time".
Safe home thru the fog in the Thames Valley, loaded down with a whole stack of goodies including SIX CD-R albums:
Banco de Gaia - Last train to Lhasa
Dead can Dance - Aion
Biosphere - Substrata
Mike Oldfield - Amarok
Harold Budd - White Arcades
Ordinary Psycho EP - Hiroshima Mon Amour
I have never heard any of these before. I kow I have a musical 'overlap' with Rob, but I'm not sure how much stuff we have in common. A lot of my stuff doesn't fit into this soundscape thing that he seems to like, buut as usual I'll give anything a go. I know the Dead can Dance album and have heard bits of White Arcades, but Oldfield has never done it for me and I've never heard of the others.
Interesting time ahead going through this lot.
Oxford in the winter fog is something else. High Street today and St Aldates absolutely beautiful in the bitter cold - and I have discovered the charm (and price!) of coffee and cakes in Puccino's.
Everything went SO well. Much to do and a very exciting period ahead.
Absolutely knackered now tho. Had the kids this morning while Trx did some Christmas shopping with Celia. We walked up to the shops ourselves and then played cutting and sticking, tho Elsi insisted we got the play-do out! They are exhausting - the first half an hour back from anywhere is a real challenge. Coats, drinks, toilet, immediate entertainment.…
But then they settle and get on with it. I think we had about half an hour together over a cup of tea and a pastie before I had to zip off to Oxford.
Which means that I have forgotten to go into the storgae unit tonight and pick up the covers for the posters I made with the church warden last night. Should hopefully have three nice big plastic sleeves there we can slip them into. So now I have to fit this in before presenting them at the service tomorrow morning, and will therefore inevitably be out when Mum rings to discuss presents for the kids. She will have already wasted £20 each on three cheap crappy things instead of asking and just getting one something they actually want that might be of some quality.
And we let this happen every year…