Brian Chippendale (as Black Pus) shows us just what goes on behind his solo work and it’s probably the most fluid thing I’ve felt in many a moon. Believe it or not, behind all the dissonant feedback and pummelling drum rolls there’s actually a groove that’s impossible not to bob your head to.
I might see if I can get some cheap tickets for Neutral Milk Hotel’s Saturday or Sunday show in Manchester. If anybody sees this and is selling one for a reasonable price, do drop me an ask or message or whatever. I foolishly dismissed the chance to pick some up and I’d quite like to go if the price is right.
I feel glum whenever anybody talks about career progression. Mine has hit a bit of a wall since my assessor suddenly quit her job (same story as my NVQ2 really) and now I have nobody to mark my work as I go on. This week has been rather draining and there’s nothing I want to do much more than read about space and drink wine.