Every now and again

 You want something.

Something that'll make you want to destroy planets, spit in the eye of God. 

This totally fits the bill.

Turn it up, people.

In other news, life is hard, getting harder. 

A lazy Sunday.

 Is there really any other kind?

But I managed to get back on the turbo trainer today, so my Strava stats for the week look vaguely respectable. I'm definitely down, as far as fitness goes - but it does feel like the power is still there. I do need to work on my cadence a bit - I suspect that's a lack of endurance riding. 

I've been busy keeping a diary for this year, as well. It's nice to have that, in concert with this digital alternative. The analogue version was a Christmas gift, and it's a lovely green Moleskine. A page a day, which seems like a perfectly good ratio, too.

Mind you, it is only January. Best laid plans, and all that.

I'm really not a musician.

I mean - I'm totally not.  

But there are certain things that just make me think I know what I'm on about. Case in point: the absolute guitar genius of Robert Quine. My favourite guitarist by some distance. Primarily for his work with the Voidoids, but more than that - for his absolute, single-minded focus. He took that left-field skronk-jazz madness, and made it his own, all the while maintaining a rigid discipline. There really wasn't anyone else like him.

RIP, Robert. 

Aw, c'mon now

 Sometimes you hear things which just totally blow you away. Here's a case in point. 

On this absolute banger, The New Pornographers are not just going into math-rock, they've emerged out the other side, into some rarified atmosphere where normal humans can't comprehend what they've just done.

"The Jessica Numbers" has always confused me, as I tried to work out that time-signature. Was it 13/8, or something? No, it's more complex than that. It's a series of guitar hits, which assume the formulation of a reverse Fibonacci series. Thus, each hit is the sum of the FOLLOWING TWO HITS.

The standard series would be: 1,2,3,5 etc, but this is in reverse - so the guitar hits are played as 5, then next time round it's 3, then 2, then 1........

 Aaaaaargh! Basically, it's (I think) an attempt to weld the Golden Ratio into music. My mind isn't just blown, it's scattered to the winds. 

First of the year.

 2023 can get in the bin. 

What a truly terrible year. On the plus side, at least I managed to get blogging again. More than 40 entries was my best performance for a while, which made me smile. Precious little else did, to be honest.

So, we're kicking off another year. Another year of my little blog. Howling into the void, yet again. I'm actually kind of pleased nobody gets to read it - I seldom have to worry about what to say, how to say it. I don't care about content, or anything else, at all.

It's liberating, cathartic, creative and wonderful. So yeah - here we go again.