Bon, je viens d’acheter deux billets pour Tindersticks! On m’a dit qu’il n’y aurait pas de premi�re partie mais qu’il y aurait un invit� surprise. J’ai devin�, et il para�t que j’ai devin� juste… On se demandait justement o� elle �tait pass�e celle-l� depuis son premier album qui avait connu un grand succ�s en 1997. �a promet!
105966822800562163
My hands around your throat
If I kill you now
Well, they’ll never know.
Woa.
This new Tindersticks album is very good, and so are the varnish fumes. Can you smell them too? Trippy.
Maybe I should get out of the house and go buy tickets for the Tindersticks show at the Caf� Campus tomorrow night.
105966433543966864
HIGHer power
I was having a good writing day yesterday when suddenly the house started shaking. It was as if God had finally decided to clean up this messy world, got his giant vacuum cleaner out and started with my place. I thought the wall behind my desk was about to fall down and my chair was vibrating (I have to admit this part was kind of fun). So I walked over the terrace to my next door neighbor’s place and saw that she was having her floors re-sanded. I sat back at my desk and continued working for an hour or so and then I just had to give up, went out of the house and got a pedicure. There’s nothing more reassuring than sitting on a chair that looks like some kind of a throne and having someone fuss over your feet after you’ve been afraid that God was about to suck your little person up to hell. ‘Cause you know, I don’t think he likes freelance writers very much.
Today the sanding noises are down, but now the workers are varnishing the floors. The fumes are slowly creeping into my apartment, making me oh, just so slightly light headed. So if some strange stuff starts appearing on this blog today, you’ll know why it’s there.