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Posts archive for: 21 October, 2008
  • Pockets. A question.

    Now, I have never asked anyone this question for fear of finding out it is just something mad and OCDish that I alone do, an it involves the contents of your pockets.

    Understandably it is not a suitable subject for blokey conversation down the pub, because after a few “Rachaels” asking your drinking companions “what have you got in your pockets?” could be taken the wrong way, like you have been staring at the front of their trousers on the quiet.

    But, what I was a wondering is,

    Do you put the same things in the same pockets of your trousers/Jeans/billowy 80’s parachute pants every time you change?

    I do.

    I have my keys and my lighter in my left front hip pocket

    Mobile phone and small banknotes/small change in my right front hip pocket

    And – as I normally where combat style trousers these days – my ciggies in my left thigh side pocket

    And packet number two, building pass and oyster card in the right thigh side pocket.

    Now if in the blur of action that my life normally is (ahem) I put one of these items in a different pocket, I get a manic burst of adrenalin shooting through me because as the item is not where it should be it is obviously lost! This is followed by a short burst of calling myself “an utter knobber” under my breath when I discover the item in a pocket it has no right to be lurking in.

    You would be amazed how often that happens. Strangely it happens quite a lot at blog meets. Can’t imagine why……………..

    So,

    Do you allocate the items you always carry with you to the same pocket, or am I a lone nutter?:lalala:

    :wave:

  • “Get out of my yard”

    Impossible cascading arpeggios of notes fade up out of the silence. “That must be sped up” and at the start they may well be but the speed and crystal clear skill of the picking still staggers when “normal” speed is reached.

    A synth picks out a bass note under this and when the deluge of notes stop, he gets the blues – but not in a way normal players get it. Fuzz and precision still reign, and the feel and phrasing are spot on, then – maybe he has a coffee problem, the speed creeps in, and his fingers fly off into territory far out of reach of my own.

    Bastard.

    >:-[

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