two projects are overlapping at a corner of a street in my mind. but i like to only be tormented about one thing at a time. writing the short documentary about trojan skins at the same time as gutting the studio. the studio carries on being gutted while i am dejected it wasn’t banging by jan. studying the lives of skins while living the life of skinner.
them getting rid of excessive dress,
me getting rid of my expensive desk.
my order of outboard gear,
their order of outcasts’ fear.
my hyped high frequencys,
their frequently hyped highs.
for them the right shirt, trouser length and boots,
for me the right air, louder levels and scoops.
for them evening mohair tonik suits,
for me evenings so bare vodka suits!