The cover is about to be closed on Banana Yoshimoto’s Amrita. For some reason it’s taken me about a month to read it. But, now I’m so close to the end, I don’t want to get to get there. Probably because next on the pile are two Andrew Loog Oldham biographies which will, no doubt, cover lots of Rolling Stones’ ground I’m familiar with. But I still want to read them. A lot of Yoshimoto’s book is about people that inhabit other people’s dreams. So I was mightily disturbed when I read a Japanese blog I’m rather fond of yesterday and discovered that a real person seems to be having a traumatic Yoshimoto-style time of it at the moment. Another case of fact and fiction colliding. I do hope he’s ok.
It’s happened. At last. After ten years of internetery I have my own web domain. The other stuff is all the same. Only the name has been changed. But, still, I’m excited. Go on, click the link www.davewindass.co.uk
Jarvis Cocker of the day: “Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke. If that’s all there is then there’s no point for me. Hee Hee Hee.” (I’m A Man, 1998)