It's 2:35am, and I need to be in at work at 8 tomorrow.  What am I doing?  Listening over and over to the song I just recorded, wincing at every flat note, fuming at the lack of dynamics and generally giving myself a good going-over.  This is called obsessive behaviour.

What puzzles me about this creation is why I found it necessary to put on an accent.  Actually the accent itself puzzles me more.  Aussie?  South-East UK?  Atrocious mixture of the above plus my own natural Saffer?

Anyway, it's nice to be writing again.  I've had a creative block for a long time for various reasons.  One has to be happy (or angry?) to write music.  Otherwise it just doesn't work.  Also I think my best work is the completely random stuff that just comes out without plan or reason.

Does anybody actually read this crap?  Ah well.  I should have claimed to be female and put a picture of some or other model up.  Then you buggers'd read, wouldn't ya?  Yes, you know who you are.