And in this dream, Depeche Mode recorded an acoustic album, made up songs written by Paul McCartney (music) and Mark Mothersbaugh (words). Weird… but awesome.
I’m close to finishing the Radio Over Moscow recordings. Might see if Rob’s keen to do the The Purpose of Man vocals while he’s up here for my Planet of the Apes Mid-Winter Movie Marathon (yes, it deserves capitals).
And lastly, my latest entry on Eight Track Mind is about NZ Music Month.
I just bought a freakin’ cross trainer. Lol, wut?
Yeah, I know.
I’ve been in Avondale a week now (the ‘South Auckland of West Auckland’, as my old boss put it), so feel like I should say something about the new place/neighbourhood.
Firstly, there are only four types of shop in Avondale - fruiterers and greengrocers, Chinese-made crap stores, fast food outlets and pawnbrokers/loan sharks.
Secondly, the buses are fast. It’s like Avondale is the located at the extreme end of a pulled-back rubber band about to be let go. It took 15 minutes to get to work today from pick-up to drop-off - that’s how long it takes to drive! Seriously.
Thirdly, there’s a big fuck-off spider ’statue’ which all the local drunks and freaks hang out beneath. It’s so awesome, I think if I’m still here in a couple of albums’ time, I’m going to have to do one called ‘Arachnid-Upon-Avon’.
Fourthly, building code regulations stipulate bedrooms must have a natural light source, so there’s a massive skylight in the middle of both bedrooms. This is great at 6pm, not so much at 6am.
Fifthly, and I’ll make it lastly for now, one of the neighbours has an unsecured wireless internet connection. The upshot of this is not needing to pay for the big-ass bandwidth cap anymore.
