Sleepy
Bed soon. Too late. Couldn’t sleep.
I’m settling in in Tooting now. Got my own keys at last. Already made plans for the next two or three weeks. Still looking for work though. Anyone want to employ me? I’ll consider anything, as long as it’s not too demeaning. And I’m not considering fast-food jobs too demeaning at this particular juncture, so basically anything that doesn’t involve wearing a collar and being someone’s bitch.
Anyway, what I meant to say was, now I’m beginning to settle, I will soon be able to return to normal service on the various sites linked in the bar on the right. New uploaded content etc. Also, the much-talked-about online shop for Mr Bish cds, downloads, ringtones, and assorted merchandise paraphernalia will surface in the next week or two – it’s only taking time because I have to decide on the right artwork for the as-yet-unreleased stuff, and upload all the old artwork for the stuff I’ve previously self-released (read: given away to friends and passing strangers) and check and double check everything’s right before hitting the publish button.
In other news, the Parker Airspace/Mr Bish collaboration continues. And I’ve recently recorded some songs by another very talented singer-songwriter. And I may launch yet another pseudonymous side-project (possibly) in the next few months. It’s all happening, as they used to say in the 70s (if Almost Famous is to be believed).
Oh, and rumour has it, if you go to thesixtyone.com/bishely and buy some of my music, I might see fit to send you more music, for free. I’ve made a mini EP of old/rare tunes for someone who did just that (which I still haven’t sent, so if you’re reading this SuperJay, you’ll have it by the weekend, I promise).
What else? Oh, I’m fat. I have been for a while, but the realisation has been creeping home gradually. I’ve been unfit since I was about 15, but in the last year or so I have become fat, for the first time in my life. Like all mothers, mine tells me I’ve “just filled out”, which has the unwelcome effect of making me wonder if I have body issue problems, but the fact I can now pinch a chunk of flab on my belly suggests that my mother is actually just lying to spare my feelings. So far I have combatted the problem with a regimen of occasionally doing a quick workout on the stairs, and counterbalancing that with fastfood, but I’m tending towards actually going on a diet, another first in my lifetime. I tell you this not because I want sympathy or support (or mocking crudity), but because I think if I actually put it in writing, on here, I might actually listen to myself and do it.
So there’s a definite risk this may turn into another one of those terribly annoying diet-blogs (which I hate) over the next few weeks, but hopefully anyone reading won’t hate me too much for that. I’ll keep the dietary bits brief, and balance them with musical stuff.
Right, like I said, sleepy.
G’night
Bish x