{"id":880,"date":"2008-03-24T05:27:50","date_gmt":"2008-03-24T04:27:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/over-dreaming\/"},"modified":"2008-03-24T05:27:50","modified_gmt":"2008-03-24T04:27:50","slug":"over-dreaming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/over-dreaming\/","title":{"rendered":"Over Dreaming"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fosca t-shirts:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_4676FoscaT.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_4676FoscaT.jpg\" height=\"200\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The slogan is taken from a line in &#8216;Storytelling Johnny&#8217;:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I was getting so afraid \/ I nearly had a t-shirt made \/ Saying &#8216;Lose Friends In Days&#8217; \/ &#8216;Ask Me How&#8217;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>***<br \/>\nNiklas corrects me re that Nojesguiden review I mentioned last time:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Actually the smiley is the rating, so the magazine has given the album 5 out of 6. The dots below have to do with comments and listeners rating (which in this case is 4 and a half&#8230;)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve more or less got the hang of this Garageband program thing. Just. Have programmed the two songs Fosca are recording on Thursday in Karlstad. I&#8217;m looking forward to bashing the arrangements into shape with Rachel and Charley. The main dancey one is called &#8216;The Man I&#8217;m Not Today&#8217;, as in &#8216;you made me the man I&#8217;m not today.&#8217; The other Magnetic Fieldsy one is still called &#8216;The Magnetic Fieldsy One&#8217;. But it will have a proper title by this time tomorrow or there will be trouble.<\/p>\n<p>Being asked by a record label to write new songs and go on tour &#8211; as opposed to hustling your recordings and forcing your gigs on people &#8211; is a privilege. Quite why this doesn&#8217;t make any difference to cracking my &#8216;why bother?&#8217; barrier is beyond me. I guess the entry level DIY-ness doesn&#8217;t help, not after years of it. All the heavy lifting. Why can&#8217;t they make lightweight, fold-up guitars and keyboards?<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>I DJ&#8217;d at How Does It Feel To Be Loved, on the Saturday before last. Venue: The Phoenix, off Oxford Circus.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s what I played.<\/p>\n<p>Would-Be-Goods &#8211; Fruit Surprise<br \/>\nAislers Set &#8211; Hit The Snow<br \/>\nAztec Camera &#8211; Oblivious<br \/>\nThe Wake &#8211; Crush The Flowers<br \/>\nNew Order &#8211; Age Of Consent<br \/>\nMonochrome Set &#8211; Jacob&#8217;s Ladder<br \/>\nApril March &#8211; Chick Habit<br \/>\nSpearmint &#8211; Sweeping The Nation<br \/>\nThe Angels &#8211; My Boyfriend&#8217;s Back<br \/>\nThe Smiths &#8211; Is It Really So Strange?<br \/>\nCarole King &#8211; I Feel The Earth Move<br \/>\nNancy Sinatra &#8211; These Boots Are Made For Walking<br \/>\nCast Of &#8216;Bugsy Malone&#8217; (1975 movie soundtrack): My Name Is Tallulah<br \/>\nThe Supremes &#8211; Stoned Love<br \/>\nGloria Jones &#8211; Tainted Love<br \/>\nShirley Bassey &#8211; Spinning Wheel<br \/>\nPeggy Lee &#8211; Fever<br \/>\nStereolab &#8211; Ping Pong<br \/>\nFelt &#8211; Penelope Tree<br \/>\nChairmen Of The Board &#8211; Give Me Just A Little More Time<br \/>\nThe Shangri-Las &#8211; Give Him A Great Big Kiss<br \/>\nMel Torme &#8211; Right Now<br \/>\nBelle &amp; Sebastian &#8211; Woman&#8217;s Realm<br \/>\nLe Tigre &#8211; Hot Topic<br \/>\nThe Sundays &#8211; Here&#8217;s Where The Story Ends<br \/>\nDressy Bessy &#8211; If You Should Try To Kiss Her<br \/>\nThe Vaselines &#8211; Molly&#8217;s Lips<br \/>\nOrange Juice &#8211; Blue Boy<br \/>\nThe Supremes &#8211; Come See About Me<br \/>\nThe Chills &#8211; Heavenly Pop Hit<br \/>\nSister Sledge &#8211; Thinking Of You<br \/>\nDavid Bowie &#8211; Young Americans<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed it. Still the strange mix of Felt fans who&#8217;ve come from far and wide, with a smattering of West End Girls and Boys who are just there because it&#8217;s a club in Central London on a Saturday night.<\/p>\n<p>While I was waiting at the bar to be served, someone pinched my bottom. No idea who it was, though there were a couple of widely-built lads in matching white tops behind me making repetitive, loud jokes in my ear about how the drink Bulmers sounds a bit like &#8216;Bummers&#8217;. I hope it wasn&#8217;t them.<\/p>\n<p>Without knowing the identity of one&#8217;s posterior pincher, there&#8217;s no way of discerning cheeky affection from ironic comment, or indeed unkind attack. If it&#8217;s the latter, it&#8217;s a bit tiresome and childish. I did feel a little upset, because of the implication that a complete stranger presumed I&#8217;m &#8216;fair game&#8217; for the pinching. If it was someone I knew &#8211; or indeed fancied &#8211; it&#8217;d be different.<\/p>\n<p>The last person to pinch my bottom before that was Sebastian Horsley. I&#8217;m never quite sure when he&#8217;s joking, either. But at least I know who he is.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Yet again, I&#8217;ve spent too much time falling into the addiction to doing anything else rather than the thing I should be doing. There&#8217;s been a lot of going to bed earlier and earlier, and rising later and later. Then as if for an encore (or applause), I&#8217;ve started sleeping twice during the day. Sometimes I sleep so much I start to hallucinate, from whatever is the opposite of insomnia. Far from relaxing or recharging me, this over-sleeping whittles down my ability to function at all. My brain starts to seize up, and the thoughts I do produce are shrouded in a dull headache.<\/p>\n<p>A change is very much needed. A move? I&#8217;ve been in this Highgate bedsit for fourteen years now, and though there&#8217;s absolutely nothing wrong with it, I feel I&#8217;ve &#8216;done&#8217; this bit of my life. Ticked it off. Maybe I should try living outside of London for a while. I have other favourite cities: Stockholm, Gothenburg, Tangier, Brighton, Paris. NYC and the Chelsea Hotel are still very much on the To Do list. Too obvious? Won&#8217;t know until I give it a try. When I have the money. If I ever have the money.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t quite travel at the absolute minimum level, though. From last year&#8217;s Tangier trip, I know that I get nervous around luxury and expense, even if someone else is paying. But I also feel uneasy in the &#8216;romantic cheapskate&#8217; places: the hostels and the \u00a310 a night pension-style hotels where one has to share a bathroom with the backpacker next door.<\/p>\n<p>I like to think this ambition is amusingly humble, but of course I haven&#8217;t thought it through:<\/p>\n<p>Mrs Hypothetical: What do you REALLY want out of life, Dickon?<br \/>\nMe: I just want my own bathroom. Not sharing with someone I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\nMrs H: Well, I&#8217;ve had to share a bathroom with my husband for decades. And I don&#8217;t really know him either.<\/p>\n<p>From getting drunk on one&#8217;s own dreaming to the solipsist&#8217;s nightmare; the more I withdraw inside my head, the more the real world seems surreal, going on without the dreamer&#8217;s permission or involvement. Whose dream is it, anyway? Well, it&#8217;s currently a pretty one: snow flurries in late March.<\/p>\n<p>Better pack the winter coat for Sweden, then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fosca t-shirts: The slogan is taken from a line in &#8216;Storytelling Johnny&#8217;: I was getting so afraid \/ I nearly had a t-shirt made \/ Saying &#8216;Lose Friends In Days&#8217; \/ &#8216;Ask Me How&#8217; *** Niklas corrects me re that Nojesguiden review I mentioned last time: Actually the smiley is the rating, so the magazine [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=880"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/880\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}