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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]

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Friday, March 07, 2008

Just been listening to National Radio's update on the International Festival. Oh sure, that's what the world needs: a collaboration between Philip Glass and Leonard Cohen. Minimalism meets miserabilism. Frankly, I think I'd rather shovel shit. Which given present circs is probably just as well really.

On a more cheery note, fun gig last night at the Newtown Community Centre. The sound guy set us up with wee condenser mics (I think they were called) which had quite a wide pick-up range, which meant not having to play with the bridge jammed up under the mic in order to be heard. And Cat, back in town from gay Paree, came along for a listen so I got to go out afterwards for coffee and catch-up, just like a grownup. Until I faceplanted in my flat white at approx. 10.45pm. Fortunately we're seeing her again on Sunday for a barbecue at our place. At least some of you will be: due to a triumph of overscheduling (I don't know why self-styled experts keep on about overscheduled kids; it's the mummies they ought to be worried about) I'll be playing another gig. Argh.

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