Marigolds of love

I just got a bit of a fright.

I was sat in the dark with my noise-cancelling headphones on listening to music when, all of a sudden, it felt like the building was shaking. I quickly turned off my hot jams but, alas, the shaking had stopped. I think somebody in the building was banging on something. My current theory is that “The Whistler” downstairs has a new neighbour to the side who play loud music, so he’s started banging on their adjoining wall. Rather hypocritical of him, methinks, considering he whistles at the top of his voice all day and night. Maybe his neighbours were banging at him. Hmmm. Anyway, I missed whatever it was. I’m not expecting any visitors, so I can’t imagine it was my door. Plus it’s a bit late for courier deliveries, if it was that crowdfunding perk that’s supposed to arrive this week.

Anyway, this week I’ve been browsing for East Asian indie bands to listen to, which was what I was rocking out to in the first place. So far, I’ve discovered Negoto, Akai Ko-En (or Akaiko-En), and Regal Lily. I can’t understand the lyrics, of course, but the playing, production, and melodies are all far more skilled than what you’d experience in the west. Akai is a kooky, avante-garde girl-group that mixes odd asides with unique melodies. They’re like Captain Beefheart with boobs and… erm… sushi.

Is that racist? It wasn’t meant to be.

Sexist too? Again… not meant to be.

Sigh, it’s exhausting expressing yourself these days! I should really turn off the comments section below, just in case the wrong person stumbles across this blog and decides to mob me. I’m not emotionally strong enough to defend myself against such reactionary hatred!

So, yeah, I’m loving trawling through band recommendations on Spotify and creating playlists, at the moment. There’s a (Pacific) ocean of uncharted talent out there, just waiting for me to find! You know, in between scrubbing bogs and such.

I’ve been texting rude stuff to my old school friend this evening. He appreciates what I send him, and I enjoy turning him on. We’re clearly a good match. He straight and married, but I’m working on that. Still, I’m sure I’ll manage to mess things up eventually, so stay tuned for that eventual upsetting rant. He’s the last of the last of the last of all my contacts right now. Maybe it’s best if he phases me out too.

I’m no good for anybody.

Oh, I finally got round to cleaning my bathroom earlier. This may not sound like a big deal, but it was. It’s strange seeing white, shiny surfaces in there again, I must say. Nice too, of course. It takes me about an hour to do, but feels so much shorter. Why I don’t do it more often, I cannot say. It’ll be a stress off my mind for a while though. It had been eating way at me for some time. I also took a load of recycling down to the wheelie bins, so I can now get to my front door without having to shuffle things around.

My home is a health and safety black spot.

I managed to get about an hour’s nap in after lunch, so I’m slowly catching up on sleep. My brain really doesn’t seem to want to slip into unconsciousness. Heaven knows why. It’s not like I’m not sleepy. In fact, I’m often so sleepy that I’m on the verge of tears. Know that feeling? Not sleep deprivation, per se, just sooooo naturally sleepy that it hurts.

Well, that’s all for now. I just felt like dropping by after that little scare.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!