Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I don't do cam. I don't do pics. My location is irrelevant.
Ok. I am 5'11", dark hair, blue eyes, curvaceous, a multiple.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Anthony (bass etc.), murmurists, here.
Thanks for reviewing our Closed Captioned show of 12th October, with such expressive, open writing. Glad you enjoyed the evening; we did, too. Best of all, we felt, was the atmosphere; with, as you pointed out, the shifting audience, of performers and punters alike, being respectful of and open-minded about all the work on offer. We're from out of town - Bill and Dave still living in the North West, and me being relatively new to Northampton - and it was nice to feel part of things; as opposed to seeing several self-interested ghettos, which is too often the case with gigs. Dan worked hard to put an evening together which was entertaining and which made sense artistically. He's a good guy.
Just to say ... our set was in fact completely improvised, not a composition of any kind. We met up on the Wednesday. Bill (keys etc.) had never played live before, and would actually class himself as a fine artist, a painter to be precise, who makes 'noise', or soundart. Dave and I last played together in April 2005, at the Sonorities festival, Belfast Queens University, again improvising live.
Most people we spoke to after our performance thought what we did was one long composition. Our 'fault' - as we should have announced prior to playing that we are an improv band. That's an interesting issue in its own right, of course: the object created is still what it is, but the intention behind it is different, even opposed; which is likely to frame how one, as part of the audience, views, judges, and understands that object.
Obviously, you yourself, on balance, enjoyed what we made. Would it have been different if the improvisation factor had been foregrounded? Plus, would knowing these facts about the gestation of what murmurists created - in particular Bill's first gig, Dave and I not playing together for two-and-a-half years - make one more sympathetic to the music heard, thus changing the object itself?
Anyway, thanks again, and good luck with your writing. Are you perhaps studying journalism at university?
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I am somewhere, to adore madly. So I give boxes, showing my loves and hates. Life is often about following. If you lack enthusiasm for this or are shocked that I can think such a thing, then move on please, we are not compatible.
I’ve just relocated to the country. Nearest neighbours miles away. I've earned it. It's my time now.
I won’t fuck on a first date.
If you'd like to talk more, message me. Honesty from the start ok?
I am not homesick. I keep getting messages asking me if I realise this. I truly don't think I am what anyone needs. I just survey you.
PS. 5:36 PM: We are oceans apart.
PS. 9:45:PM: Fixer not fixed
PS. 9:49 PM: A random, unknown mankind writes itself out
I'm here because it is necessary...
Monday, October 15, 2007
Hi. We are he-people. We give so often and so visibly to society; loudly influencing, in order to both mediate and stimulate our needs, within and by means of services and byproducts. We are gatherers. Within the rat race, we gather with purpose. Elsewhere, we put upon people; backing them into corners, to suffer tailor-made boredoms within environments called home. 'Eekk, a house!', they shriek. They consume our blandest meals, in pre-prepared situations of our choosing. Down down, we impassively absorb needs created within us during fits and starts. We get more modern by the hour; more ergonomic by the moment. For sure, we are designers. We do what do we do as transference. Similarly, we require attention away from the ambit of culture. Everything must be crushed. Society is not about individualism. Why? ...Because, it's challenges are uniform, passive. Accepting this will lead to arrangements ;)
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Coruscating ante-detail awaits, clearly. Please know that I travel as I type. My corrody is spent... sans geophilia, sans geophilian. All is inchscape.
True, ownership is a detonator; as you have convincingly outlined. Such tokens are, though, irredeemable, I am informed. They are paper money. Your lil'one banks differently, at present; but hopes for intervening rituals before her ship comes into you.
For you, I plateasm, I lordosi ...easily.
This is an old yield. It is executive. No timid notion. I am unfixed. Today, I tighten all learning curves, in tribute to our love, Fiducia.
Is that okay, please?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Currently, I alphabetise anyone with potential. Others fade, meanwhile. For all their incessant pestering, I see only brands of vacancy.
Yes, yes... My profile displays a reduced mother nature, you might say. I don't need, though; I simply want.
OK. Due to illness, I can no longer fit through your open doors. However, I can provide photos, refs, etc.