The Tweedy

The Staples

The Cat

The Watercolours

The Conversation

The other night I shot Luke Buda.

He was talking.

Though not to me.

You can see more here.

The Film

It's no secret, though it's probably not widely known either, that Sigur Ros is one of my favourite bands.

So when I saw that they were putting out a book I just had to get me a copy. Admittedly it took me a few months of indecision before biting the bullet, but I did bite the bullet. And it tasted good.

Sadly, upon receipt of said book, I was disappointed. Ostensibly a photographic book, the photos were entirely underwhelming. Sigur Ros have great design sense, but none of that showed in the book. The photos were fine but unexciting. The layout was, quite frankly, dull. So disappointing.

On the plus side, it is a limited edition and it did come with a CD (of which I already had a copy) and a DVD (of which I didn't already have a copy) and a strip of 16mm film from one of the films on the DVD (of which I didn't already have a copy).

The same day I bought Sigur Ros, I found out that Dudley Benson had also just published a limited edition book. So I had to buy that too. Oh well.

It's a better book. A workbook, made after the fact, relating to his debut album and supporting national tour. It's a nice idea. Though Benson openly admits to stealing it off Nigel Brown (I'd like to see his workbooks too).

It's a nice book too. Limited edition. No music or DVD, worse luck. But it does include individual drawings by Hanna Lee who made one of his videos.

The Beautiful

It's a bit disconcerting when, for the sake of a free ticket (or two), you are expected to blag your way into pretending that you are some kind of journalist.

Such was the case with 13 Most Beautiful.

As it combined Andy Warhol films and a musician who can be found in my CD collection I really wanted to go to this show. And if it was possible I wanted to go for free (thanks Lumiere).

I wasn't expecting to have to do any work for it. I certainly wasn't expecting to have to do a 'phoner' (journo speak, apparently).

So there I was one Friday morning putting in a call to New York to try and ask some intelligent questions of a guy I had never met, but knew a bit about, about a show which he had been doing for a while and had probably answered these very same questions dozens of times. I'm not entirely convinced I pulled it off. But I did know was that I still wanted to see the show.

Last week, Dean and crew were in Wellington. Dean and Britta did a lunchtime talk at City Gallery. Dean was flogging his memoir. I bought it. He signed it. (Another audience member pulled out a Galaxie 500 7" and a couple of LPs for Dean to sign. It didn't occur to me until then that I could've brought down a CD or two.)

The next day they were performing at the Town Hall. I bought the DVD prior to the show having some inside knowledge that 1) they had only brought over about 30, 2) they would sell fast. After the show Dean and Britta signed it.

You can read my preview and review, and even see some photos (though they all appear to be from soundcheck).

Having procured copies of albums by Dean's first band in preparation for my interview, they have quickly become a favourite. Excitingly reissues are on the way. The DVD and book are both worth checking out, as is this website for a head full of wishes.

The Musical

Building up to the Arts Festival, this week I've been rediscovering what it's like to go out and do things at night. You know, have a life.

So on Thursday I saw one of my favourite bands from last year. And it was a huge disappointment. Simon Sweetman describes their music as "sharp, sometimes cute, often friendly noisy pop". It's a good description. It is, in fact, the type of music I would make if I ever bothered taking that side of things more seriously - except I'd add more drone, shoegaze and a touch of country (maybe all at the same time).

But (almost) everything about the gig was disappointing. There was hardly any audience. The band seemed low on energy. And the sound was atrocious. On record there's subtlty, harmonies, nice little textures, audible vocals. Live there was very little of any of this. But plenty of mud. So so sad.

On the plus side, there were a number of friends there, who it was good to catch up with.

Then last night was The 3Ds. And they rock!! They have only recently reconvened as a band, and I had forgotten just how brilliant their best songs are. Everything they played was fantastic in every sense.

Having become very accustomed to their recordings, to hear the songs live took them someplace else. They were loud and loose, but oh so tight. They were exactly what I expected and more.

I saw them just the once back in the day, and I can't remember being so taken by the show. But then it was in a tent off Courtenay Place.

The place was packed last night - lots of 30-somethings and older. And more friends to catch up with, and famous bloggers to meet.

All today's pics are from a job I did a few years ago - me playing the cool-as band photographer, cos I play cool-as so well.

As an added bonus I've just uploaded my latest one-take wonder. I like it.

The Comedown

Ah Christmas eh?

This Christmas is going to be one many a music fan will remember.

It would be overstating things to say that I was a huge Vic Chesnutt fan - I didn't bother to see him when he played here a few months ago - but he's been on my radar for over ten years now and I'm always interested to hear what he's up to. (There is currently a free 6 track sampler on his website, including a track called 'Philip Guston'.)

It's always sad to hear of the death of people who have brought happiness to so many people while (and sometimes because of) suffering immensely themselves. I'm thinking of Elliott Smith and Kurt Cobain in particular.

I mentioned Smith here, when discussing the unexpected death of another 'friend'. Like McLennan, Smith made some of the most beautiful music of the past couple of decades - music that truly moved me. I even borrowed some of Smith's words for one of my shows.

Yesterday I got the Nirvana CD/DVD Live at Reading. It's not the most riveting watch, but considering this was recorded on August 30, 1992, before they had made their best album, their music still sounds incredibly vital today. I hardly listen to the studio albums anymore - familiarity has bred antipathy - but this has awakened thoughts of pulling them out and giving them a spin.

And now it appears that Vic Chesnutt, like too many before him, has decided he could go on no longer and left this world a little poorer.

And for something a little lighter, here are two recent reviews.

The Stroke

"On June 11 this year musician, artist, father, writer, film critic & jandal wearer Chris Knox suffered a life-altering stroke at his home in Grey Lynn."

"The double CD ‘STROKE – Songs For Chris Knox’ is being released in New Zealand on Monday November 16."

Though if, like me, you pass by Slowboat Records you can pick up your copy today.

It's 35 tracks - 32 cover versions by local and overseas musicians, some well known/famous, some unknown (to me) and 3 previously unreleased tracks.

I'm just listening to it for the first time. Like any similar kind of compilation there are good tracks and not so good tracks:

some folk have really taken liberty (for good or bad)
sadly some haven't (usually for bad)
as much as I like The Chills I don't think I've ever heard them do a decent cover
Boh Runga's Not Given Lightly wasn't as bad as feared but I'm over that song, regardless of who's singing
Red & Zeke (who don't exist according to Google) do great bluegrass
The Checks need to stop imitating so much
It's nice to hear solo Bathgate doing solo Knox
Don McGlashan does cheese?!
when John Darnielle is good, he's excellent
the Finns do Knox, not something I would have expected but they do all love The Beatles

Regardless, as it says on the cover "The artists & musicians involved have donated their time & talent so that all proceeds can go towards assisting Chris with his recovery" so you know it's a good cause.

"The stunning cover was designed by Chris’ fellow Tall Dwarf, Alec Bathgate and uses Chris’ favourite colour combination of yellow & black." But if, like me, you pass by Slowboat Records you too can allow them to add their own bits of yellow and black to the design. Sweet.

The Covers

One good thing about being back at school is that I have access to a decent darkroom again. No more having to convert the bathroom.

So yesterday I processed about two dozen sheets of 4x5. Some were shot in January last year. Shocking.

But I'm not posting any of those shots just yet. Instead you get this, which I was going to post prior to The Trip^TM. But then I didn't cos I couldn't be bothered.

It's more songs - my Covers EP.

It contains favourite songs, songs I enjoy playing, and a then-new song which I had just excitedly worked out how to play and butcher.

Sadly since learning it, the magic disappeared, so I don't play it anymore. I do still play the album the original is on though.

So enjoy the lofi majesty of me ruining some songs some of you will know.

And maybe next time I'll have some photos for you.

Oh, okay, here are a couple of pics to get you in the mood for the music - dusky and dirty.

The Fivehundredth

Yes well Merry Christmas and all that stuff. As a special present to you all I present my five hundredth post. Truly I have almost no life.

As you, my regular readers anyway, were all so forthcoming with your praise for this post, I thought I would do a follow up and 'release' a Christmas single (and unlike the Mint Chicks mine will be available for more than just one day).

I give you 17 October 1996, which, strangely, was the date I wrote the song. It's one of those songs which has stayed with me. There's a resonance in there somewhere. It was verging on the autobiographical then, and it still is somewhat - autobiographical in an 'if only' sense, rather than a literal sense.

And in the grand tradition of b-sides I give you Tasman Instrumental No.3, which I wrote around the same time and which happens to be the third instrumental piece I wrote while living in Tasman Street. In the grand tradition of b-sides, I've called it a demo, even though it's no more or less demo than any other track I've put up. What it is though, is a testament to my laziness, and my lack of guitar playing ability (i.e. clumsy fingers). Hence it is incomplete, broken if you will, cos I was too lazy to try and do a decent take all the way through.

Enjoy this special gift from me to you.

The Wasted

So feeling on a bit of a high after completing the housework, what's left to do?

Put dinner on. Sit down and write a review. Check on dinner occasionally. Eat dinner. Download software. Record a couple of songs while largely ignoring the Johnny Cash film on TV.

So here we are following up on a long forgotten threat.

A Side.
I wrote this in May 1996. After my band had called it quits - not that we really called it quits officially, we just stopped playing together. But before I went overseas. And long before Gillian Welch put out a similarly themed track. I can't remember if I wrote it to be performed as I have done here, or if in fact it was actually meant to rock.

It is by no means the best song I've written. But it was an easy one to butcher.

Being the first time I've multitracked on my laptop, and that it's not exactly set up for recording, it has a very lofi sound. Duplicated tracks to fill out the sound, a second track of vocals, some lead guitar twiddly bits, and really bad percussion played on the back of a ukulele. And being so hi tech the software has a recording lag so new tracks have to be tweaked into sync. Sometimes it works. Sometimes not. But fabulous.

B Side.
Written by a friend way back around 1993 at a guess. Arguably it's not the best song he wrote either. But it is the most me song he wrote, and an easy one for me to butcher. I haven't played it for I don't know how long, and I couldn't find the lyrics so they're wrong. And the singing is bad. Truly.

This is just guitar and vocals recorded together then duplicated. Rocking.

I think I need a proper microphone. And to fix my amplifier and guitar and hotcake. And to learn the software. And to spend too many hours wasting too much time recording myself for no good reason.

The Simple

There are simple pleasures in life.

Many simple pleasures. Some simpler than others.

Today, for example, I had the simple pleasure of doing much needed housework while singing merrily along to various US indie rock alt folk country pop bands (for want of a better description).

It was simple. And it was a pleasure. Not least cos it means I now have a clean house again.

Here's what two months of microphen dust and stuff looks like.

The Pointless

For no good reason here's a double exposed shot I took at the end of last year. For a project that is now shot, but which is waiting to see the light of day. Because I was slack getting a proposal together to show it and now I'm not sure how worthy it is.

But .... a few months ago I was going to blog this:

Hydrogen is number one
Cos hydrogen is what puts the shine in the sun
Through nuclear fusion and when it’s done
It leaves element number two
Helium… helium is the second lightest gas that there is
So we use it in balloons we give to little kids
Then there’s lithium often used to treat mental problems
Beryllium don’t conduct electric currents, it stops them
Boron can be used to make things harden
And that smoke that’s coming out of your exhaust, carbon
Carbon is arguably the most important element
And nitrogen in the air is almost eighty percent
The rest of the air is mainly oxygen
And fluorine is the lightest of the halogens
OK that’s enough teaching
I ain’t trying to bore ya
I’m just trying to be a positive role model for ya

It's some hiphop rhymes which appealed to me cos I'm a science geek. Sadly it loses a lot in translation from cool UK hiphop vocalisation to the page. But I still like it.

A bit later on in the album, there's this track:

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile… Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thall shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants.
Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoakes.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before it’s done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cos you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to anyway.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles - Were just a band.
Led Zepplin - Just a band.
The Beach Boys - Just a band.
The Sex Pistols - Just a band.
The Clash - Just a band.
Crass - Just a band.
Minor Threat - Just a band.
The Cure - Just a band.
The Smiths - Just a band.
Nirvana - Just a band.
The Pixies - Just a band.
Oasis - Just a band.
Radiohead - Just a band.
Bloc Party - Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.
The Next Big Thing - JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.

Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying “Is it”.
Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And most importantly of all, thou shalt always ...

Thou shalt always kill.

It's some hiphop rhymes which appealed to me cos I'm a geek. Fortunately it doesn't lose a lot in translation from cool UK hiphop vocalisation to the page. I like the humour, the honesty, the irony - "Thou shalt think for yourselves", hahahaa, that's so funny!

I didn't post either of these at the time cos ... um I didn't. But if I did, I would have demonstrated just how awesome, hip, and on-to-it my musical taste is. Unfortunately, for me, I heard this last track on Radio Active the other day, so now I just sound like a bandwagon jumper, not the the trendspotter I really am. Oh well.

Check them out.

See I told you that pic was there for no good reason.

The Discoverer

I'm working on new stuff at the moment.

It's kinda fun. It's kinda frustrating.

One annoying thing about photography is that you actually need something to photograph. You can't just create the entire image from your imagination.

So I've been wandering around trying to find suitable subject matter to reflect how I imagine the image(s) to be.

And it's not that easy.

But, somewhat abstrusely, I have discovered a couple of things.

1) In My Father's Den is the best New Zealand film ever made.
2) Shayne Carter's Straitjacket Fits lyrics are works of wonder.

I've now seen Father's Den four or five times. I saw it at The Embassy on release and was astounded. Astounded by the story. It was moving, mysterious, and completely unexpected. And the acting was so real, so natural, so unacted. I bought the DVD. Each time I watch it I marvel at the film making. How they pieced the thing together, dropping in moments which hint at the end, without giving anything away. It's a movie of subtle brilliance. And it's a huge tragedy that Brad McGann succumbed to bowel cancer last year after completing just one feature film - albeit one of subtle brilliance.

Shayne Carter on the other hand is still going strong. Hail, Straitjacket Fits first album, is twenty years old this year! (The older I get the nearer the past seems to be.) I've been listening to the Fits for most of that twenty years. I'm quite familiar with the tunes. But just recently I've been rediscovering the lyrics. (Do I need the qualifier that I'm talking pre-Blow here?) I couldn't tell you what most songs are about, because Carter use of words is more to create mood than tell a story. There's complex rhymes, nonsensical couplings, and general lyrical brilliance - in a David Lynchian kinda way. I wonder at how the young rapscallion from Bored Games and DoubleHappys seemed to suddenly become Shayne Carter. I've long thought that, sad as it was, the death of Wayne Elsey was the impetus that allowed Carter to become all he could be. My recent discovery adds weight to my argument. It also gave us the utterly brilliant Randolph's Going Home - one of the best 7" singles to ever come out of this country.

I've also discovered that 800 ISO film is incredibly grainy. Especially when underexposed. So grainy in fact as to make those shots nearly unusable.

And for a change of tact, I've just been listed at Kiwiology - a growing list of New Zealand blogs.

The Photographer

It occurs to me that of late this here blog has become more about me and less about my photography. So with that in mind I'm not even going to bother trying to find a photo to post today.

Last night I went to Wilco. It was f*@kin awesome. Quite possibly the best show in a f*@kin awesome year. The guys are such pros - fantastic musicianship (especially Glenn Kotche and Nels Cline), Tweedy is such a showman. Their first song was 'Sunken Treasure', and about sixty seconds in I had a revelatory moment. The song was unmistakably familiar, as was the voice, and IT WAS COMING FROM THE GUY A FEW METRES IN FRONT OF ME!!

It was a slow start, a rockin' start, but Jeff let half a dozen songs go by before talking to us - "so is it tradition round here for everyone to wear heavy metal t-shirts the day after easter?" - and from there things picked up. Both the band and audience seemed to relax and really start enjoying themselves. I have to say seating is the worst possible thing at a gig like this. You wanna dance. And even when you stand up you're still trapped by the seats.

Such an awesome show. They played bits from most of their catalogue - no A.M. or Mermaid Ave 2 - to make up for never having been here before. Part way through 'Spiders (Kidsmoke)', which turned out to be the last song of the evening, I said to myself "I wish I had gone to Whitianga ... and then to Auckland ... and then here." They were that good. (Or I'm that sad.)

They played my request, "How to Fight Loneliness" (not that they mentioned it being my request), and my second request, "Reservations" (not that I requested it), and pretty much most of my favourites, and a few unfavourites too, all of which were fantastic. The whole thing was. The two hour set was way too short. I could 've gone another two hours. Whether Wilco could have is another thing. Next time they come, you should go, they're good.

This year started with Low at the Kings Arms. And it was wicked. They're not a band whose records will appeal to everyone, but I would think that anyone who sees them live will be instantly converted. Like Jeff Tweedy, Alan Sparhawk is a showman - and a guitar hero. For two guys and one girl to hold a few hundred people in silent rapture for an hour is amazing. Like last night, I was smiling like a nutter throughout. Save for maybe a Dimmer gig a couple of years back, Easter 2005 maybe, it was probably the best gig I'd seen and I left wondering if it could be topped.

Then two weeks later was Big Day Out, as previously reported. It was a great day. The revelations for me were LCD Soundsystem and Dizzee Rascal, but their recordings don't live up to their live act. And of course we can't forget Arcade Fire. Another awesome show, and a band I really want to see do a full set in, say, the Opera House, sans seating.

And then on February 12 we had Explosions In The Sky at SanFran. I knew they'd either be fantastic or dire. I didn't dream they'd be this good. The friend I went with named it her best gig ever (from memory), and she's been to quite a few. Definitely top five for me. Such energy, such volume, kinda primal, kinda spiritual. Freaking awesome.

And last night. Where can I go from here? It can't get any better. I noticed The Bats are playing on April 5 so that'd be a quick trip back to reality - not that they're bad, they're just not Wilco or EitS etc. Dudley Benson is playing April 4 which will definitely be an experience and a fairly unique gig. So maybe ...

This internet thing is kinda cool. I've been downloading too much music of late. But some of it's really cool. I found this guy via google, and have since downloaded a lot of his stuff - note that a lot of the older links don't work. KiwiTapes put me on to this which is a really cool way to eat up the gigabytes. I have found some crazy stuff here though - like Chris Knox's very rare first solo album.

Some of these are kinda entertaining, not astounding, but worth a listen. And this fella isn't shy about writing about NZ music which is cool. And I just discovered that Simon Sweetman has a blog about music and stuff.

And for something a bit more intellectual, Charles Darwin anyone?

The Awakening

Last Friday I bought myself a new compact disc. Just cos it's what I do somedays - too many days some may suggest.

This whole music buying thing is quite interesting. Once upon a time I was building up to being a nice anal retentive trainspotter record collector type - as you'd probably guess by looking here. For a while I was buying nearly everything Flying Nun released - sometimes on both CD and vinyl. Then I went overseas.

While overseas I really didn't have money to buy music - though over those 3 years I did end up buying a couple of dozen albums (including a couple of anal retentive foreign releases by NZ bands). During that time I discovered that my view of NZ music had been obscured by the rose-tinted glasses I was wearing. In reality some of the stuff I had been buying was pretty crap, I just refused to acknowledge it at the time. And being forced to lessen my purchases meant largely giving up my anal retentive ways. Thank Christ for that.

Since arriving back in this country getting on for ten years ago, I've noticed some changes in my music buying habits. For one I tend to find a lot of music on the internet and make choices based on what I read and hear there, rather than relying on local radio and print media. I tend to buy quite a lot of secondhand/cheap music these days - something I almost never did back in the day. Interestingly, over the last few years I've noticed my NZ music purchases as a percentage of overall music purchases are increasing - though now I would argue I'm generally buying it because I like it, not out of some parochial misguidance.

I've also noticed I haven't fully lost my anal retentive trainspotter record collector tendencies. I still feel I need to own (or at least have a copy) of every release by an artist I like. With most bands this needn't be the case. I believe that bands should grow with time, mature and develop, evolve and change. Some do. Some don't. This is how I justify buying everything by say Sigur Ros or Guided By Voices or David Kilgour, when to all intents and purposes one or two albums by each would be suffice. You just need to do your research to find out which one or two albums that should be.

Still I'm trying to escape these trainspotter tendancies. However, that didn't stop me buying the debut album by Dudley Benson. Dudley has been releasing EPs for a few years now. I kept coming across one at the local record store. I liked the design but didn't know anything about the guy/band. Then he got reviewed on The Sampler. Two days later the local record store had no copies of the reviewed EP, but still had copies of the earlier one with the artwork which intrigued me so. So I bought it.

First up, Dudley is a total not rock'n'roll name. Oddly enough the music is total not rock'n'roll. I hesitate to label it, but if you took the highly orchestrated works of , say, Sufjan Stevens (two albums necessary, tops) and stripped them back to minimal bits of the heavy orchestration you might be able to imagine Dudley's sound.

It's not something I'll listen to lots, but I will revisit it occasionally and be wowwed by it's beauty.

Here's the cover.

As I said, the artwork was what first intrigued me about this guy. I am a believer in judging a book by it's cover - and I like this cover (it certainly would have tempted me to buy it even without knowing the artist). When I bought The Awakening I noticed there were two versions - one in standard jewel case, and one in a cardboard sleeve (for $5 more). Naturally I bought the more expensive version.

Inside was an envelope.

And in the envelope was a library card.

Is it sad to like library cards? Especially ones for such potentially exciting books as this.

Here's the first Dudley Benson EP I bought - Steam Railways Of Britain. Love that dog. Love the train picture - unique to my copy. Oh yeah, the music's pretty cool too.

And the second EP - The Orders, Medals & Decorations EP. Again with unique cutout - this time a medal. And pretty cool music - including different mixes of songs from the first.

The cover of The Awakening reminds me of Andrew Ross's work. It's not an Andrew Ross, nor is it a copy, but it reminds me of his work (sorry private in-joke of sorts for one reader out there in the blogosphere).

And by nice coincidence in timing my review of Andrew's book is online now (and I deny any pre-planning or pre-emptive decision making involving the timing of this post and the availability of said review). If you're lucky you can win a copy of the book by answering a simple question. But you have to read the review first.

The Out

Here's a bunch more pictures to conclude my Big Day Out 2008 coverage.

Op Shop.

Billy Bragg.

Billy Bragg.

Either Pluto or Arcade Fire.

Shihad.

LCD Soundsystem.

The Clean.

The Day

In today's instalment I give you a bunch of arty shots.

Starting in the Boiler Room with Dr Octagon.

Mmmm. Nice.

And here's Bjork. I think this is from her encore. With evening falling the fancy lighting started to look decent.

Then back into the tent for LCD Soundsystem. And I got excited using that unfocussable lens. Oh it was so pretty.

And we finish with The Clean under the moon.

Lovely.