tales from an ordinary world

1999-10-12

"I had to teach the world to sing by the age of twenty-one..."
R.E.M.

The office seemed short on air after lunch, and in the early afternoon haze I could hardly move from my chair, with the headphones squeezing out the repetitive percussion of another Muslimgauze CD. A co-worker came by, saw the cover and said "hey, cool".

One of these days, I hope to work up the inner strength to actually try and make some music - it'd probably be experimental noise, random sounds, or something. It's so hard to know how or where to start, though. Well. I kind of started something the other week, but it's all rather embryonic, to say the least.

Mike sent us a first email from his European holiday. I hope he has a good time...