Everything Counts in Large Amounts

Season 28 of Doctor Who started remarkably well. I was prepared to be irritated by the Russell T Davis habits of childish humour, smuttiness, plot holes and daft dialogue - and these were in evidence, but swept away by a dense story, crackling dialogue, very good performances and intelligent ethical ambiguity.

Sure, the resolution was too easy, the science was junk and the romance unnecessary. But this season, unlike the last, a dozen little niggles don't detract from a genuinely enjoyable, exciting, fun 45 minutes.
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I didn't manage to write a song - I got sidetracked into getting myself a hit counter for the blog, and a hit tracker. Which means if someone stumbles upon my bloggings by typing "Porn Hedgehog David Icke" into google - and now the words are there, they can - I'll know they've done it.

I did manage to finish (at least for the time being) Riverrun Part 2. At it stands, these are the words:

Riverrun (Part 2)

Shape of things to come, new world terror
Doubleplusungood, a boot stamping forever
We analyse the world, the point is to make a change
Tous ensemble, resistance, mix it up, make it strange
Geller is a fraud, nothing happened at Roswell
You can't live on air or keep the peace with a bombshell
Bite the wax tadpole, be one with the tao
Fajron sentas mi interne, only Tinman speaks to me now

I'm just a beat trance-vestite, science fiction double feature
Dark side of the loony tunes, leave those kids alone preacher
Breakfast at tiffany's, shower at the bates motel
Ride out on the bait bus, no breakdown on the road to hell
Video killed the radio star
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
Burn hollywood burn, how low can you go
Johnny's in the basement, do you know which way the wind blows

Bang goes another kanga, sound of the underground
Oh oh superman, we are all going down
Living in a box, working in a coal mine
Gloomy sunday, blue monday, friday on my mind
Blood runs cold in the highered hand
Everybody knows about missisipi goddamn
If looks could kill they probably will
Take it to the next level, take the blue pill

Baudrillard, Kristeva, Lacan, Nancy, Foucault, Derrida
Wilson, Keppel, Betty, Steed and Emma, Penn and Teller
We are the corporate, you will be incorporated
Pigsy, Sandy, Monkey, homeboy, hippy, funki dredd
A world of shadow and substance, things and ideas
In the west world i just met a girl named Maria
Farenheit 451, soylent green is people
Drink coca cola, banality of evil

Peace and junk and drums, art of noise pollution
One world, one problem, one solution, revolution
Island earth, crystal sky, paper moon and hollow sun
Swerve of shore, bend of bay ... riverrun

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I wonder if I should give my studio a name. The Prodigy has The Dirtchamber, Kraftwerk have KlingKlang Studios, what should I have?

*Soulhole (gotta hole lotta sole in the kholwhole)
*BingBang
*KlickKlack
*Shedload (I just like the word)
*Bona Music (Julian and Sandy ;-))
*PhatQueen (what?)

I favour Soulhole at the moment. But then, my very first demo tape (at age 16) was as Pinc Noyz, which at the time I thought was frightfully witty. After that it was 3.14 (Three Point One Four), which no one understood, and then there was a trilogy as Introduction to Philosophy, which must have seemed like a good name at the time.
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Dino spent most of the day in the glamourous media event that was the Isle of Wight Dog Show. Parading about and looking adorable, having been specially trained last week to not bite judges fingers when they inspect his teeth. He won 2nd prize in 'toy' class (of 7 I think).
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Tomorrow's reading matter, on acoustics: Sae Institute. I've met a number of people who had built wonderful recording studios, knew vast amounts about acoustics, but never got around to making demos. Must try not to be one of them, with such a load of info around.