Right, this one kind of relates to the post below; just minus the wheels. There was a "Jump Britain" docco on TV t'other day which was a severe disappointment after the thrills of "Jump London" so, this makes up for it, big time. Yes, this is about Parkour.

Way to go..
OK, so that's about 80 feet of 360 air, followed by a 27 foot backside air. Tell me that's not amazing.

Years ago, I had a fanzine ("Down With Tractors") and a little slice of it has gained immortality.... the sleeve notes to this, are a clipping from that Fanzine, with me raving breathlessly about the band. What's even better is the fact that, even after all this time, I stand by every word: more accurately, in every emotion and belief I had then. It's great to know that nothing has changed in the way I feel about bands, gigs, records. That's a pretty wonderful life-affirming thing to discover. The Lemon Drops were right on the top of their game back then, it was a privilage to be part of the development of something special.

Oh bluddy hell........I've just got to post this (actually *borrowed from PB)
('tis about DJing)
The biggest, most important layer at the bottom is what tunes you play The next layer up of a bit less importance is what order they come in. The third layer is the manner in which they are blended into one another. The tip is mix trickery, scratching, eq-ing, FX yadda yadda Each layer relies upon that beneath itself or it's rendered pointless.

Crikey, it's like buses innit? TWO posts in a day.....
Look, Rob B3ta has been busy :)

Ripples.
Another new year (yeah, I know, WHERE have I been....short answer? partying for xmas...) and i'm still listening to "ha!-ha!-ha!". It's over 25 years now (eep!) and it still fires my imagination like no other. I still listen with fresh ears, amazingly enough....
But anyway, HNY and all that.....

Monday Morning blues? Banish them with some great 1980's Italian Hardcore

Damn, the new Blogger interface doesn't really do this justice at all. Still, as lateral webmong humour goes: it's hard to beat.

Today's piece of web silliness: this.
Jesus, it's already starting to get dark. At 3pm. Sheesh. Just *how* much do I really love November?

Oh, I love November: it's like the whole country is bracing itself for the oncoming assault of winter. There's a steely resolve in the goose-egg grey of the sky, the trees send out an almost imperceptible shiver: and there's an unseen cape of fallen leaves trailing behind my train as it slices the still air on its way back to London. As the weather flexes its muscles, the countryside tightens its fists: I'll say it again- I love November.

Back in Brighton, at the opening of a new letting agency... i'm sitting in the office whilst people flit around me, drinking wine and chatting. Dear reader, can you tell that this is the week that i've decided to stop hitting the bottle? *takes out frustration on keyboard*

Rah! This video has turned up again on the interspazz. Some of the most genuinely heart-stopping breakdance moves EVER. It's not as good as the first one (might be in the archives somewhere, i'll go look) but it deserves your undivided attention nonetheless.

Gah. I have a cold.
On the positive side though, someone's just delivered some free pizza to the studio.

Ok, last word on the John Peel thing. Other people have made far more eloquent tributes to the great man, so i'll leave it to them (when I tried to do it on-air yesterday, my voice almost went..)
So, this list serves as evidence of his catholic tastes, his willingness to champion the underdog and his dogged pursuit of musical excellence. Want to pay tribute? Then do what he would have done: listen to something out of the ordinary. Go on, that one song might lead you somewhere you'd never expected. That's the whole point of this.

Favourite MP3 blog (*points down*) of the moment is Bubblegum Machine. It's got that open-eyed sense of wonder about music that's a prerequisite for me....
And after all the soul-searching yesterday with the sad news about John Peel, that sense of wonder is an important thing indeed.