I mostly worked this week, and anything I did of note wasn’t documented by a camera unfortunately. Still trying to come up with some kind of harness that will let me take pics on my bike. Friday I went to see a performance with a few sound artists at Goldsmiths. It was nothing like the kind of stuff I normally listen to but I enjoyed doing something out of my comfort zone. Jonathan McHugh created some great rumbling sounds, it was quite subdued but lovely (literally have no idea how to describe abstract electronic music without sounding like someone’s mum, apologies to everyone). Phil Julian was a captivating performer, but his more extreme frequencies eventually forced me to take my stupid delicate ears out of the room. John Chantler I ended up listening to from outside, through the doors but was thoroughly enjoyable nontheless.
Yesterday I went for a ride out to Woking, in Surrey. We cycled through the windy Richmond Park, up an evil hill covered in ferns (I gave up and walked it) all of us at one point shouting out ‘FENTO-ON!’ of course. On through Kingston, where a small round-faced boy apologised for his friends stepping out in front of us. I saw a freshly roadkilled squirrel flat out on his front with his tail flickering in the wind and beautiful big fancy houses stretching along the river. Hampton Court Palace was something I’ve never seen before, all Tudor brick and gilted gating. The wind, the constant blustering wind was a real pain, I got through it by shouting ‘this is bullshi-iit!’ on the quieter roads. Going through Surrey forests with massive rhodedendron bushes and When we got to Woking, or more specifically Bisley, we treated ourselves to food and a fair few drinks at the Inn at West End.