21 sept - i still don't know if lil' clips are date timestamped as that would have taken a ten second figure out several years ago and as the theme is was and always will be the gibbers (Mister fabhair from PAsties, didn't even know the word..) waste it,
Now.. 'the' artist, must build her whole gig on the big moan.
Which won't sound very nice.
Unless one heard several months of wonderful interviews summer last year. It's quite wonderful how we found quite a few middle aged women including two actual GPs liveing the 'dream' a little down at the coast in vans... in their early sixties who did indeed say " poor lambs, my lost sisterhood, ... they have been so so so brainwashed into making it such a 'thing' that they can't keep out of my surgery... when they need to forget about it and get out or maybe DO something IN society so they forget about whats been part of society forever and ... well it causes women to LIVE longer than you over there poor Mister Bloke.... so really it is the ultimate silver lined no-pain-no-gain.... "
And that is serious on their side of course they can't for a 'moment' stop and think what may just be... real art, too
(private for now she will see it one day)
Righty ho now even if there's no point ever pondering any useful 'message' all one has pondered all the last decade, how to guide the next gen.. and being a non 'narcissist' my ohh my the frequency of that word seems to have exploded the last week all over the wireless a male accepts males can't say passionately groovy things in public such as shut the ferkup and get fixing and accept that its a constant need so organise your life around say a monthly fixin' session.... and in time you will find you forget about your 'problems' metoo years ago! Nope man has no traction, power. or influence, in any messaging for some years as Messiers Couzens Brand and Co etc and even boat stabby chappies... all ensured. As they have no grace whist DEMANDING you say it with them my ohh my there being no more 'left' or middle ground one day i shall get back to
The first thing to make real art of, is back to the old place.
As... its already in intro audio cant recall iof here yet, but whatdyerknow... " idyllic lil' border town....middle of nowhere
idylic old run down hotel.... bought by a London cult... a real one.... who so brilliantly avoided their health and safety duties, and used every kid in my past area as their slaves...
And quite deliberately had only London female management.
Directed from some Oil-powered, tent in the desert..
But..it was the way they used - demanded via every bit of signage 'wellness'. Purity.... perfection. When my protective recording device as the poor lost Welsh plumber, plumber is telling me " the lives of the inhabitants will be at risk if they stay here overnight"
soon.
Anyway it's the 'overwhelm' that yes as she said is all over everywhere....
And that is far more interesting than the con artistes cultistes..who even bought up half The MArches...
At least one human noticed....
