i’m not listening to music today.
i’m working. i like to work. it seems those around me seek oblivion in drink and drugs. i seek oblivion in my work. it’s really liberating to immerse one’s self into something one does not give a fuck about. i get up at 7 and switch the computer on and the day passes and then it’s 10pm and i stop and eat something. i don’t get bored or restless during that time. i cease to exist. work is like a dreamless sleep. Working is as close as i can get to not existing without actually killing myself.

last night Tom came over to listen to some mixes. we both agreed that i have trouble mixing the bass and the kick drum. i still don’t know how to mix those damn instuments.

i’ve got the opportunity of going to the lighning bolt peel session tonight. last wednesday i din’t finish work til 10.30 so i have a feeling i’m going to miss that opportunity. that makes me like work a little less.

Posted by Andrew Clare on Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
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Much excitement.

The website is now active. I toy with the idea of sending out a mass email to the Plan B mailing list to inform them of my new Open Day next Sunday - wherein I sell tons of CDs and vinyl from out of my basement, while making any number of cups of tea in Human League and Royal Wedding mugs - but figure that would be an abuse of power too early on in Plan B’s life. Worry that by mentioning my worry about abusing power in my weblog is itself an abuse of power…and then get stern with myself. Who’s going to read these words? Still, the fact remains: I have an Open Day this Sunday (4/4) in Brighton, at my house, and if anyone wants to come round for a chat, and buy some music cheap, they should email me now for details.

The last week has been spent in a blur of conversations and banter. Spent an hour on the phone earlier to our features editor, discussing the pros and cons of featuring bands too closely associated with CTCL, feeling slightly perturbed that she views Kaito as “big”. Realise that I’m not used to people arguing back with me. Worry about it for a few seconds.

Couple of days ago, I spent five godforsaken hours in a tiny, airless studio that stank of melting plastic recording a variety of shows for totallyradio.com - including my own version of The Daily Show wherein I dissed the singer of Lambchop for ruining his band’s music live by hiccuping. So go and bloody listen to it, ok? Jesus.

It’s dead exciting, working on Plan B.

Posted by Everett True on Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
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