Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
7 years ago
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Odds On
Like clockwork, or similar such cog-based mechanisms — anything that stresses some sort of clinical inevitability (your choice, really) —, I have slunk far beneath yet another self-imposed quota, evidenced, as per norm, by a virtually unconscious article dutifully chronicling the failing, or failings, in question, one frighteningly, albeit predictably, similar to its numerous textual antecedents hereon, the combined mass of which should tell you all you need to know about this two-penny-on-the-dime operation. In short, like operation.
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In the meantime I see bucket's file are still no more on line and I still miss the 3 last songs of of Blind Men (not to mention other incomplete record). This is most outrageous indeed.
Yipe. And bugger. My account must have expired. That is most outrageous indeed. Mr. Apparition sir, You have one of my most sincerest apologies. The lackey responsible has been administered three lashings of nine and had his gold card revoked.
I shall semi-immediately employ a team to rewebulate the required files. On the minus, all material since falls into sloppy side-projects. Hum. That, too, I shall aim to rectify.
Sincerely.
The three songs in question are now there, alone.
Many merry thanks. That is indeed most enjoyable to finally have these three never heard before items.
As for the sloppy side-projectness, the bucket page is now a most saddening sight. But I'm one to talk who has published his first post in almost two years and never finished a song in about... well i can't temember. I will take inspiration in your aim to rectify.
I see we are growing old and fairly disillusionned. O my ! reverse the all process before Alzheimer strikes... In time. There is Paris fashion week coming on again, and I smell late pizzas at the office every night ahead... Glamorous !
Yes, it is a sad sight. A sad site indeed. Blind Men and the one after it are ancient recordings, really. At least three years or four old by now. Something good was supposed to get done to rectify their failings, but to no avail. Nevertheless, I'll put most of the stuff that's been done since up, just to have something there.
Hark! What is this? Where can I hear these songs? I request immediate access, sir.
I feel a great weight to cram every conceivable to-do into the remainder of my youth. Disillusionment be damned. As no one in particular once said, dance and I'll follow. Blog aside, that is.
Tally ho.
Of course the new songs, were never finished. The old ones are still there http://www.myspace.com/thibaultrivrain . But I am not sure I enjoy these so much anymore...
I just picked my guitar last sunday and started writing simple, more sincere songs again, just like I used to about 14 to 10 years ago, just like I had been going the wrong way in betwen.
Maybe I'll just try and record these instead.
Splendid: that is the curse — and thanks nonetheless. Perhaps a few glasses of something will loosen the man of Christmas past.
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