Music remains on ice due to house issues. I don't 'think' about music a lot - it is an abstract concept when it isn't in motion - but I really miss having that world of creative abandon; a creche for the mind. It also means I'm not scouting for work which plays on my mind. Luckily I am currently secure, but contrary to popular belief, I don't like being lazy.

So what to do? The possibly-useful-almost-certainly-pointless Google Buzz offers yet another avenue to spout badly crafted sentences into the inter-abyss. Micro-blogging only really feels useful when it's 1, instantaneous and 2, received by someone. With too many options to sum up my mood I fear that 1, I will be caught by too many micro-blog feeds to update and 2, no one will read them anyway.

In between my busy social-network calendar, I've taken some time to refine a few poems and I should hopefully be applying to various publications/poetry quarterlies/rhyming & timing annuals soon. I expect nothing, which is refreshing.

And, I as I write this, I watch some vague music TV to see what the kids are corrupting themselves with. Gaga is getting the thumbs up it seems. No pun intended, or indeed maybe possible. The tame auto-tune-singing-hiphop-shit must be kept to a minimum unless it has an absolute genius melody. Chris Brown 'Kiss Kiss' yes, some guy called Iyaz... no, no and thrice no.

But now some real music. This has been killing me since christmas when my brother introduced me to it. And it's a frickin' B-side from 1985!