Manchester Central + Counting Feathers

i was born in Manchester and somehow over the past fewyears I keep returning to it.

It made no great impact on me when I was young as I left when I was 6 years old for Scotland – I even had an Irish accent up until the age of 6 as a result of my mother hammering words and books in – it still influences my rrrrolll and curved delivery today…..baby.

Anyways – Manchester seems to be the midpoint between the ‘known’ and sometimes ‘dour’ Scotland and the knob-end’ishness of London. Liverpool is another one of these halfway houses too but the PR for that place is even worse. There is a cultivated stigma of the North by the power structures that be – it’s mostly around the Northerners (Northern England and Scotland) being : drunken/violent/uncouth and general theiving scallywags …..neighbours are always the same with the bullshit they get up to – take the greeks and the turks…..ANY PAIR OF NEIGHBOURS of course….it’s a truism …

The thing with Northern England is that they spirutally made a bargin with the Scots and the Irish…..the irish and Scots were in the port towns and Liverpool was as Irish as it was English for a while…..records came in from the US and John Lennon heard the blues players that changed his life…..it’s like the Manchesters, Liverpools and laterally the Newcastles have secretly shifted who they really hold alliance with…..it pisses off Parliament no end…there is a real overlap with the Celts and those in Northern England….it’s funny is all I’m saying…

..ok – enough – i’m just breakin it down for my imagined international readers….

So I’m in the UK again…..like i San Fran I am not outdoors much – I’ve got super functional with spare time now…. been working on the website for Flying Mountain….I insist you check the splendour of it :

http://www.flyingmountainrecords.com
OR another door in
http://www.drongomala.com

There’s even a Flash remix tool that I’ve been fucking about with – it will let you ‘remix’ When I was Young…..follow the Picasso that has fallen down the stairs to use it.

Our artist that we commissioned to do some work for the Elemental side of things today (1 week late) said that “shit has turned out good and he wants twice as much”……It annoys rather than surprises and I’..m shocked that a hand-shake and the money up front doesn’t cut shit the way it has since the dawn of commerical barganing…….these little annoyances make me want to learn the lot of it and do it myself but that’s the wrong impetus – we need to collaborate and mix it up – we need to put those chemicals together and see if it fizzes…..if bitches are mumbling and standing over the DNA spread out on A4 and wondering which bit is theirs then things never get up and walk….

Argh….people….

The guys great though so we’ll see…

anyway – weather is crap now – it’s raining and cold….bollocks – the winter is here and I spent all my summer indoors making records!!!…the agony, the pain and the general unhealthy palour…..

Peace-out
Drongmala

Manchester Central + Counting Feathers

i was born in Manchester and somehow over the past few years I keep returning to it.

It made no great impact on me when I was young as I left when I was 6 years old for Scotland – I even had an Irish accent up until the age of 6 as a result of my mother hammering words and books in – it still influences my rrrrolll and curved delivery today…..baby.

Anyways – Manchester seems to be the midpoint between the ‘known’ and sometimes ‘dour’ Scotland and the knob-end’ishness of London. Liverpool is another one of these halfway houses too but the PR for that place is even worse. There is a cultivated stigma of the North by the power structures that be – it’s mostly around the Northerners (Northern England and Scotland) being : drunken/violent/uncouth and general theiving scallywags …..neighbours are always the same with the bullshit they get up to – take the greeks and the turks…..ANY PAIR OF NEIGHBOURS of course….it’s a truism …

The thing with Northern England is that they spirutally made a bargin with the Scots and the Irish…..the irish and Scots were in the port towns and Liverpool was as Irish as it was English for a while…..records came in from the US and John Lennon heard the blues players that changed his life…..it’s like the Manchesters, Liverpools and laterally the Newcastles have secretly shifted who they really hold alliance with…..it pisses off Parliament no end…there is a real overlap with the Celts and those in Northern England….it’s funny is all I’m saying…

..ok – enough – i’m just breakin it down for my imagined international readers….

So I’m in the UK again…..like i San Fran I am not outdoors much – I’ve got super functional with spare time now…. been working on the website for Flying Mountain….I insist you check the splendour of it :

http://www.flyingmountainrecords.com
OR another door in
http://www.drongomala.com

There’s even a Flash remix tool that I’ve been fucking about with – it will let you ‘remix’ When I was Young…..follow the Picasso that has fallen down the stairs to use it.

Our artist that we commissioned to do some work for the Elemental side of things today (1 week late) said that “shit has turned out good and he wants twice as much”……It annoys rather than surprises and I’..m shocked that a hand-shake and the money up front doesn’t cut shit the way it has since the dawn of commerical barganing…….these little annoyances make me want to learn the lot of it and do it myself but that’s the wrong impetus – we need to collaborate and mix it up – we need to put those chemicals together and see if it fizzes…..if bitches are mumbling and standing over the DNA spread out on A4 and wondering which bit is theirs then things never get up and walk….

Argh….people….

The guys great though so we’ll see…

anyway – weather is crap now – it’s raining and cold….bollocks – the winter is here and I spent all my summer indoors making records!!!…the agony, the pain and the general unhealthy palour…..

Peace-out
Drongmala

I left my pimped USB game controller in SanFrancisco

I’m serious. I had it all ready to use as a lightsabre cum play start stop trigger augmentary physical groove device…..anyways I digresss…

San Francisco you big whore…i love ya.

Before my recent visit I was looking in on America from the eye of the teleivison and I see how dangerous that can be – in all kinds of ways….it’s better to consume actual Americans to get an idea of America.

I came over and I got the idea all right….there’s intelligence, fire, anger, passion, LOADS OF ISMS, fear, sub-sub-subugenres, ….people talk of their futures now more solidly than ever before…..the landscape has popped into view with recent events and I hear tales of escape, tales of empire building, the coming social winters and mostly tales of a hunger for change…

It’s like all the movies going at once sometimes.

I used to think of Americans as little children but it’s not the case at all . . . . the genesis of their country has spawned a country where you can’t really describe how an american looks, it has no common ancestory, the native peoples misnamed by Columbus – it’s like an Eden experiment and the bio devices are being pulled out of the wonder phase and into the mire….I love them and my heart bleeds for them now I’ve been so close to them…

I believe in the Americans I met. As Bill Hicks said – if we could get past shit, feed people, and unite we could explore space together in freedom and forever…..that;’s the scale of the shit and we need to work backwards from it.

Americans are driven crazy with race like no othe place I’ve been in. It’s simple – everyone has got to love every other race even if it takes free inter-racial porn to be secretly given out to spotty teenagers….their dicks know in their mini-hearts that all kinds are wired to work out just fine in our bones…

I’d also like to use this point in wandering blog to suggest once more the map of redemption idea I have which involves me, a massive swimming pool with a floating world map full of girls….I know I could help fix things with three days of that……

Words and the dance you get up to – I like the funky, dirty slide of SanFranciscan patter. I dig the cats and I love it when shit is hittin and spittin….I don’t dig Motherfucker as a word at all but I can’t stop using it – we should all agree to change that motherfucker..oops…bollocks…iscratch that word….editS£@$

Right – I’m falling around mad. i love you and this SanFrancisco thing isn’t a fad. Listen up I was serious about that gamepad thing and all the boogaloo I’ve yet to do with you. I am me, She is She and You are You – I’m all about the voodoo..

Peace but agression where needed
Schmwoah xxxx

I left my pimped USB game controller in SanFrancisco

I’m serious. I had it all ready to use as a lightsabre cum play start stop trigger augmentary physical groove device…..anyways I digresss…

San Francisco you big whore…i love ya.

Before my recent visit I was looking in on America from the eye of the teleivison and I see how dangerous that can be – in all kinds of ways….it’s better to consume actual Americans to get an idea of America.

I came over and I got the idea all right….there’s intelligence, fire, anger, passion, LOADS OF ISMS, fear, sub-sub-subugenres, ….people talk of their futures now more solidly than ever before…..the landscape has popped into view with recent events and I hear tales of escape, tales of empire building, the coming social winters and mostly tales of a hunger for change…

It’s like all the movies going at once sometimes.

I used to think of Americans as little children but it’s not the case at all . . . . the genesis of their country has spawned a country where you can’t really describe how an american looks, it has no common ancestory, the native peoples misnamed by Columbus – it’s like an Eden experiment and the bio devices are being pulled out of the wonder phase and into the mire….I love them and my heart bleeds for them now I’ve been so close to them…

I believe in the Americans I met. As Bill Hicks said – if we could get past shit, feed people, and unite we could explore space together in freedom and forever…..that;’s the scale of the shit and we need to work backwards from it.

Americans are driven crazy with race like no othe place I’ve been in. It’s simple – everyone has got to love every other race even if it takes free inter-racial porn to be secretly given out to spotty teenagers….their dicks know in their mini-hearts that all kinds are wired to work out just fine in our bones…

I’d also like to use this point in wandering blog to suggest once more the map of redemption idea I have which involves me, a massive swimming pool with a floating world map full of girls….I know I could help fix things with three days of that……

Words and the dance you get up to – I like the funky, dirty slide of SanFranciscan patter. I dig the cats and I love it when shit is hittin and spittin….I don’t dig Motherfucker as a word at all but I can’t stop using it – we should all agree to change that motherfucker..oops…bollocks…iscratch that word….editS£@$

Right – I’m falling around mad. i love you and this SanFrancisco thing isn’t a fad. Listen up I was serious about that gamepad thing and all the boogaloo I’ve yet to do with you. I am me, She is She and You are You – I’m all about the voodoo..

Peace but agression where needed
Schmwoah xxxx