Motel Modesto Rising at Motel
11.15
Motel Modesto.
Rising at Motel Modesto…
… and to morning reading at the breakfasting trough I…
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… with the NPU set to The Greatest Hits Of Bryan Ferry. More Than This from Avalon wurbled away as I sat. In 1981, writing the analogue Journal in a pizzeria on the Kings Road, in Discipline-era reflecting mode, More Than This wurbled on that in-house NPU. Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music’s management company were then EG, the EG of Messrs. Alder & Fenwick rather than David Enthoven’s EG; also King Crimson’s management.
Many memories returned of morning-readings over a period of three decades, on three continents, to keep myself sane in a life that was clearly mad (but how could I be the only sane man in the asylum?). At that time I thought, surely reasonable arguments will prevail when Captains of Industry are careless of their artists’ wellbeing? EG’s naked conflict of interest was not, then, as unclothed as it later became. We are sensitive to suggestions of conflict of interest, as Mr. Alder declared to me on April 17th. 1991 in his office at 63a, King’s Road, London, not far from the pizzeria mentioned above. Today, I wonder when Mr. Alder became aware of such sensitivity. Also today, the inbox contains disingenuous responses from UMG business-persons in respect of Kanye’s Power. Evasion of responsibility does harm to anyone’s overall best interest, sooner or later; but this escapes the concern of those whose attention is focused on a very limited present moment.
Meanwhile, back at Motel Modesto, my room features the shouting of the cooking-persons in the kitchen, just a few feet from the window.
This computer, its battery running low because of my witlessness - leaving home without a power supply – I am now off to Studio Jakko.
11.49 Studio Jakko, Berkhamsted.
Jakko is in London. Computing on Jakko’s power supply until his return.
12.26 Jakko has just arrived from his meeting in London Town and we return to mixing the Jaksyzk, Fripp & Collins with Tony Levin & Gavin Harrison album, A Scarcity Of Miracles...
16.32 Done for now. Back at 21.00 for the Late Shift..
18.51 Motel Modesto.
Bibliophiliacal tumescence, coffee & light supper on Berkhamsted High Street. Now back & dealing with arisings.
20.51 Meditation. Returning to Studio Jakko.
22.46 On leaving my room, in the corridor outside & two doors down, I entered an effulgent cloud of smoke; and went to reception…
RF: Is this a no smoking hotel?
Reception: Yes.
RF. I hate to say this, but there’s a lot of smoke outside room 132.
Reception: That’s because you’re in the smoking block.
RF: But this is a no smoking hotel?
Reception: Yes. But you’re in the smoking block.
RF: But this is a no smoking hotel.
Reception: In the public spaces there’s no smoking. But there are private smoking rooms.
RF: But when I booked in online, it said this was a no smoking hotel.
Reception: Yes, but you didn’t ask for a no smoking room.
RF: That’s because your website said you’re a no smoking hotel.
Reception: Would you like to move rooms?
It was a little too late for that. A Guestbook poster asked…
:: Posted by kotavasia on June 06, 2010
Why do you disgust smoking so strongly?
Smoke closes my nose. I can’t breathe & experience choking. My nose is not well designed or, assuming the design is fine, it is not well manufactured. When I was eighteen, Westbourne Hospital gave me a deviated septum procedure (this prior to the operation becoming a standard procedure for noses damaged by cocaine usage). Even so, my nose does not operate at an optimum level of efficiency. Clean air helps a lot. This is the quick answer.
To Studio Jakko, checking today’s work I…
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… and moving to the beginning track. More tomorrow.
Returning to the smoking wing of this no smoking hotel.
00.24 E-flurrying at an end.
