On the desk, just a couple into a PD brick - all the machine ports and a few hubs are already full.

Not for nothing is it said that the fastest way to get a guitar player to turn down is to put sheet music in front of her.

It wasn't a massive problem, mainly removing some ornaments and flourishes and I'm used to doing stuff like that on the fly, but it was a bit stressful and it could have been avoided - I did have the time at home to decipher it.

Come next week, I'm all confident and happy with the tune. Started playing and here's the thing - the arrangement the bandleader did was actually not the same as the record, and my ear-dependent ass had not properly read the chart.

I can read a chord chart fine, so I just comped through the rehearsal and took the chart home for the week. Learnt the tune off the record - it was "Tell Me A Bedtime Story," so I checked out the Glasper version on "Black Radio," practiced blowing over the 5/4 B section, all that.

This infamous gag does being a point to mind. Like a lot of rock musos, I don't sight read that well and several years ago I was playing in a jazz workshop ensemble group, where the bandleader had done an arrangement of a Herbie Hancock tune I didn't know.

"This transcription is so hip, not only are we implying a secondary dominant in the head (and whomst among us etc), we're implying the entire concept of notation."

Or we we say in jazz, "I didn't put it on the chart, but don't worry, you'll hear it."

Just in case you were wondering whether the Irish fuel protests are another right wing astroturf.

Yes, yes it is.

I thought that was "pleasure for me but not for thee." Hence all the men.

"We would love you to attend, as long as you and your niece pretend that your brother, our only son, is not, despite all evidence to the contrary, a massive piece of shit. We understand that you are unlikely to want to do that."

I really can't imagine why, Mother.

"We're not taking sides!" Oh yes you fucking arez and the one you picked fucking sucks.

Lovely conversation with my mother where she explained I am invited to their golden wedding anniversary, but not if I'm going to make a scene over my brother abandoning his kid. They've said the same to... wait for it... the kid! (She's 23). What do you do with that?

Why resist pleasure?

gonna send this to every liberal ghoul who tries to tell me supporting trans rights isn't popular, cuz that's not even remotely true when the most popular person in the country is an outspoken advocate for LGBTQ+ rights

That seems to be a misquote - Penny actually said

"Antifa’s ugliness is no better than the ugliness of the far right."

thequietus.com/news/penny-r...

I don't agree, but I will concede that I now believe things I would have thought untenable at earlier stages of my life, so maybe one day.

She's looking over her shoulder, as if she's saying "yes, it feels unstable and it's squashing my tits."

Late at night, they say you can still hear the sound of tiny wheels and impending sciatica.

Ah, tracking it via its victims. Maybe it started out as just a frame and more parts get filled in with each soul it claims.

It looks like it should be lashed to the grille of a pickup truck.

Of course. Past tense of "to sho".

It looks like it designed to accommodate wing casings and a thorax. Patricia, are you covering maternity leave for a beautiful cicada with a French name who usually teaches woodland animals who wear waistcoats?

I keep staring at it hoping it'll make more sense, but I can just hear a high pitched buzzing and smell hot tin.

It's like if someone described various non-standing options and the designer sort of stuck a pin halfway between "saddle" and "crucifix."

The HR Giver x Staples collab proved surprisingly popular with educational facilities teams.

This feels in some way like it should have stirrups.

All Americans back their government on everything, always, right? Especially now.

Missed this the other day on account of the whole nuclear war thing, and certainly the information was released to little fanfare, but holy shit:

www.hatchmag.com/articles/tru...

Incontrovertible evidence of my inhuman machine perfection

fear me i am war machine

(I ripped a hole in one of my favourite T-shirts in my sleep on deadline night)