Spouse-free house

You may have noticed a few days have disappeared from the journal world. This is a combination of extreme nocturnal activity, intense musical pounding and failure to keep track of the flow of things. To sum up (now there’s a cute phrase) the last few nights have been spent at Ben’s spouse-free house. Parents went to Poland, and a number of us took this as an invitation to fill the domestic gaps. We have lived at Ben’s, our hands beating at the musical instruments thrust into them by the collective creative muse. This activity knows no end. And in two nights we have come up with a couple of complete songs! Through Ben’s mastery and our own ingenious rhythmic learning curve we have articulated some very nice sounds. All of this was punctuated with beer, wine, various intoxicants to lubricate the cogs of creativity and improvisation. The magic has continued onwards and outwards, with little sign of cessation. Ben goes to Bognor Regis for a few days, however, so we have decided to stay low for a while, so as not to abuse the running water of good times and alive!
I’ve decided to run some every day for the next week to see how it affects my physiology and body-mind play. Also, expect more free-flowing prosody from now on. Can’t help feeling I’m acerbating this robotic technical style. Fuck the rules! I can write this journal like I breathe. Fight the syntactical android! Promote spontaneity and muse-kicks! Read on…