|Been a busy weekend; friday night divided between down pub with Dan "Livejournal is boring" Jennihousemate and a friend's (concourse + brother Ben = lum col con pix) record launch. As in a hunk of (transparent, pressed in NZ, incredibly-limited-edition) vinyl. All the covers are individually hand-collaged, too. The music's stuff I've got on green CD and enjoy working to (soothing abstract turntable collage) so I should probably buy a copy. I might've done at the gig, but there weren't many there ... it was a bit of an odd sort of record launch, really; I missed the start as they were on first, there was no table from the label, and the two other bands weren't remotely in the genre. This is Seb, a friend of the band, flashing his professional seller's smile. You can buy the record and/or listen to the music at www.fouriertransform.com; and clicking on next from the picture of Seb will take you to another nine photos. See how I sing for my supper.|
On Saturday went to London for an embryonic London comics meet (Sean Azzopardi's brainchild -- drop us a comment if you want to know about the next one) and got sidetracked by Selfridges. I went in because I couldn't believe they already had their christmas shop up and promptly got mugged by a new camera. I am weak, I am foolish, etc. etc.
On Sunday, I got smashed and smashed a swan. Smashing.