Day 1 of Jarvis's residency at the Village Underground in Shoreditch went absolutely spendidly. I only made it for the last two hours or so, but in that time, Jarvis and crew accompanied pole dancers, improvised on instruments of all varieties, let some audience members commandeer the stage for a while, and played a ramshackle but enthusiastic version of 'Further Complications'. All the while, the audience lounged on bean bag chairs sipping beer and wine and banging the occasional tambourine. All in all, I would call it a success.

You couldn't walk a foot without finding someone taking pictures, so I assume that Flickr will soon be saturated with photos from the event. And it's only just begun!

i think i wanna come back to you...

http://topics.npr.org/photo/0g9eb744ko4MA

i want to visit islands. different bodies of water. i want retreat. i want white tunics and bare feet. i want forests. i want to stomp through sludge and have mud cake between the laces of my boots. i want desert. i want to be be covered in a layer of red dust. canyons and cacti and boulders and lizards and buzzards. i have a truck. i keep pushing away friends. my imagination is my cocoon.

mom says, "Dad and I didn't drink for two days and only ate veggies... but tonight your dad has already had a beer and a glass of vino and is making lamb."

i want to learn how to make a good soup, a good stew. i have all this time and i should do the things that i want to do.

the raven stops at my window and stares. he eats his worm in front of me and i realize that you're never really alone, that it's never truly quiet.

Did Nylon forget that they had an issue to release?

http://www.nme.com/news/pulp/48056