motorway driving

learnt me an important lesson today... listening to the beastie boys first thing in the morning can affect your outlook to the day in a manner similar to the shamen... the wailing down the motorway may have contributed to the feeling, (there ain't nothin' beats a slice of 'intergalatic' while the sun is sortin' its business out...) but the basic principle still holds...

although, truth be told, i didn't start the music until after the early morning shipping forecast... gotta love the shipping forecast (there's a whole bunch of gale-force action today btw)... its a proper soothing influence... if i ever pull up at home after a gig and the shipping forecast is on, no matter how much i need to go, nobody passes go until the forecast is done...

in the morning it does seem a bit more random (nonsensical) yet equally soothing... as with all unscientific studies this result may have been influenced by beastie-boy-contamination...

then i'm in tesco... event horizion top of the £5 dvd chart (and rightly so) in a lovely special edition box with a red cover (i quite like the red, although the green tinged faces of the original poster are truly iconic)... and there's a sweeper thingy... its beeping...

its not quite as funky as the dishwasher from the other day... but it would appear that i'm still making a beat in my head, except - disaster! the beep is about 1/32 too long and is jarring with the offbeat i'm putting in the last bar of the beat...

at this point i just want to wrestle the sweeper thingy off the attendant shouting "this lacks the funk of the dishwasher from the other day", and work my funky thang on the on-off switch to make it fit the beat, or at the very least get a bit of a remix goin' on...

but i restrained myself and continued to mooch around the shop... thinking about dishwashers

or more specifically how my certified crack-head parental unit used to soak and wash all the dishes before loading them into a prehistoric (5 car wide) borscht dishwasher (faded ancient black and yellowing plastic, used to put out about 95dB of random noise - beat that matlab!)... isn't that a bit like going up to your mate mike and saying "woof" with the purpose of expressing the notion you just bought a dog?

or...

well actually that's about as far as that thought got, cos by this point i was back to beatcraftin' with my mind...

kinda jazzy number, with a bit of a shuffle... some nice ride work, and then in came the upright bass...

happy time