Ways to annoy the neighbours.
The week in music for me this week has been limited. My friend Dirty Derek made me a 4-track cd with Fleetwood Mac's 'Tusk', Pink Floyd's 'Money', Desmond Decker's 'Shantytown' and the Libertines' 'Can't Stand Me Now'. It's been the soundtrack every fucking morning between shower, coffee and clothes. And now I realise that every time I go out I put Franz Ferdinand on shuffle and occasionally rock out to Dallas Crane . I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to my neighbours, who no doubt hear the opening beats to 'Tusk' SEVEN FUCKING DAYS A WEEK and want to shoot themselves.
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For variety you could get a hold of the marvellous song I saw on rage yesterday morning (proper morning, ie not getting home morning) when a rather handsome man dressed in a shocking tighty whitey 8Ts extravaganza sang "All day long I dream about sex and all night long I think about sex with you -u -uhh" while canons shot forth, waves rolled in, etc. Had me going all day and I'm sure the neighbours would be chuffed.
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