g's Journal

This heat, this heat...
They're letting off fireworks from the sky-tower again. I have no idea why. The other night, I heard the screaming in the sky and then they let off one last one that shook the house. I thought that the world was about to end - alien invasion, or those pesky communists after all - but I couldn't get the front door open to check (other people's houses are so confusing sometimes...)

Tonight the fireworks are fairly disappointing, though the spidery arms of clouds drifting off the tower does look eerie. Reminds me of the first, when I helped Gwaan Gal and her boyfriend let off the rest of their fireworks on a jetty in Matakana. She figured out that you could skim the roman candle sparks off the water. Then we tossed a whole flare in, and it glowed and pulsed in the water as it went down.

And the heat today. My god. At the summer series, I melted into a pool of beer by the time we had finished lugging all the gear off-stage. The ruby suns are popular enough now, so I can safely go back to the drab surrounds of my room and admire the peculiar yellow flower patterns backed by red on the wall-paper. No, get back to the book! But I was happy daydreaming...

Does anyone know any famous sculptors I can interview? How about Maori carvers? I much prefer to research to interviews and loved spending a day in the basement of the library creeping through the old books and magazines, stopping occasionally to read about JPSE and Stereobus, etc. Which reminds me...

I wrote something for Grant Smithies' book on under-rated NZ albums and now he wants me to list my top ten NZ albums to go with it ... doesn't he know that this will take much longer than whittling out 500 words for him? I actually think JPSE's "Size of Food" album would have to be on there. Formative stuff, don't you know? Elemental. Get My Point?

Leave off now brother, leave off. The heat is getting to your head...

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