Nigel Wallis
@mole9.bsky.social
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Equally uninformed about music, art and science but likely to post on any regardless. ECM nerd and Gerhard Richter obsessive. If I'm playing music: yes, it's supposed to sound like that.
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And you were the first person to recommend him to me 👍
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Headline: Satantango and cash!
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<everyone waits for lengthy speech>
LK: "thanks"
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Kin hell. It's Scarfolk in real life.
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Pynchon might not be awake but then again he might, as *who knows where he is*.
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Bigotry? I'm sure it was just...oh
Post that encourages voting in the NYC Mayoral election for Andrew Cuomo, as "He's a proud American", as opposed to the "other candidate" who is "a Ugandan-born Indian."
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Met some really good people, some of whom I've now met in real life, mostly from music chat.

I once posted about being unhappy that an author's new book wasn't going to be published until after my holiday: he got in touch and couriered round an advance copy so I could take it with me. Dude!
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My partner reckons they were all drunk and were going - quietly, they thought - "SHHHH" to each other.
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But he's been given an extended whinge in the Guardian about how he was doing the right thing and it's fine to go to his shows, so that's all right then.
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£1.99? What the hell?
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Anyone who could write America, The Boy in the Bubble or The Cool, Cool River could have a claim to that title. The over-talented **** wrote them all.
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I've just been to a gig that sounded like a child with infinite patience playing an electric guitar fed through a badly tuned shortwave radio in the middle of a war zone. But it was all of £8, and the audience who stayed listened with commendable attention and quiet. Give me that any day.
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That's the killer, isn't it? Spending a sizeable amount on a ticket and being stuck next to some gobshites who should have stayed in the bar.
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Peart was superb at playing Rush songs, but his attempts at jazz or swing were borderline painful.
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The Gabriel gig in Newcastle on that tour. Still one of the best gigs I've ever seen.
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Lots of stacks of paper towels, mainly!
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Oops. Today's pickups and a delivery: a few more than I'd planned 😬 Wasn't going to leave a couple of these sitting around though...
Four records (vinyl for the younger folk): Recordings from the Åland Islands by Jeremiah Chiu and Marta Sofia Honer; Ensamseglaren by Anna Högberg Attack; Ghosted III by Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling and Andreas Werliin; and Touch This Fragment Surface of Earth by Marja Ahti. Some vinyl records and a CD - At The Deer Head Inn: The Complete Recordings by Keith Jarrett, Gary Peacock and Paul Motian; Sketches and Ballads by Michael Wertmüller and friends; and Asymptote Versatile by Éliane Radigue. Four second-hand records (yes yes, vinyls if you really must, but please don't): Jahrmarkt/Local Fair by the Globe Unity Orchestra; The 5th Power by Lester Bowie; The Early Quintet by Manfred Schoof; and an early eponymous record by The Pierre Favre Quartett, the cover of which shows the quartet (Favre, Irene Schweizer, Peter Kowald and Evan Parker) in which someone appears to have stolen the very young-looking Evan's beard.
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£150 for Kate Bush seemed very high in 2014 (but paid it in a flash, of course). Seems almost inexpensive now.
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Yep, all within the last couple of years: Peter Gabriel, Bruce Springsteen and most recently David Byrne all in the approximately £200 bracket, all of whom I'd seen several times before and (sadly) were unlikely to be better than previous outings.
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I think if I'd had a pint I probably wouldn't have woken up 😬
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Went to work on Monday, started writing up that evening, finished without breaking for sleep on the Friday morning. Had it bound, handed it in, hallucinated all the way through Victoria Station, slept for 20 hours straight. That would kill me now. I passed but I've still never dared read it.