The Fall

Let’s say — just hypothetically — that I’d been pondering for several months what a new novel should be about, because I want to keep writing these things, now I’ve started. And let’s say — entirely speculatively — that I’d actually refined and defined a slew of “signature specifications” to the extent that I was able to start writing the new book, suddenly, last week. Let’s call it The Book of Pim, but let’s say absolutely nothing about it at this stage, because it’s not my business to tell or yours to know, at this point, what this notional book will say or do.

Two years ago I posted a Viva-Radio playlist called Strange Kicks featuring a new Chinese band called Car-Sick Cars. I wrote:

Things have gotten quiet around here (again!). I’m just back from a restorative week-long jaunt to the UK, where I saw my friends Scarce play a triumphant show (more on that a bit later), visited friends in London and Oxford, and generally had an amazing time.

New Viva-Radio Pyjamarama show Checkout Time goes up tuesday at 1pm, perfect for post-lunch pre-mid-afternoon drag perk-up. Just tune into Viva-Radio at 1pm eastern or check the archives of Pyjamarama at Various times after. This show is just a bunch of stuff that has been making me happy these last few weeks.

Fool’s Gold - Surprise Hotel.

I really could’ve used this song on Sunday at my pool party bbq. This song is a harbinger of summer, calling us out to dance and swim and frolic like humans are meant to do. It taps into that primal urge for good times that lies not-so-deeply within us all.

The first performance of Joemus the band last night at West Germany in Kreuzberg was pretty dire, to be honest. If only I’d listened to Mark E. Smith! In Slates he shouts at The Fall, bashing out a primitive riff behind him: “Don’t start improvising, for god’s sake!”

Today I have a mixed bag of things I want to signal: