IN WHICH ME AND XAVIER RUDD TRADE THOUGHTS ON HOME.

In which I talk about Home, and what it means, and what it doesn't mean, and what it is.
It is deliberately shot out of focus, with a carefully-constructed poor audio mix. It is six minutes long, but probably only two minutes are really worth your while. Somewhere toward the end, I think. 

Happy 2014, world. I'll be around. At home, probably.

ADIDAS PRIM.

Christmas is in 358 days.

FIVE SONGS I PLAYED VERY LOUD OUTSIDE LAST NIGHT ON MY BIG HUGE SPEAKER; THE REASON I LIVE ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN IS MOSTLY SO I CAN PLAY LOUD MUSIC LATE AT NIGHT.

1a.This Fire / Franz Ferdinand

1b. YALA / M.I.A.

2. Surfing on a Rocket / Air

3a. Over and Over / Hot Chip

3b. Neckbrace / Rattail

5. These Boots Are Made for Walking / Nancy Sinatra

5. Banquet / Bloc Party

5b. We Are Young / Fun.

5bii. Lovealot / M.I.A.

5c. All You Need is Love / the Beatles

HOOVER DAM IT.

Our vacuum cleaner just broke. Does anyone have a Dyson, preferably working like new, that we can have? Figured it's worth a shot. 

Also, our kitchen sink is broken. Happy 2014. Okay, back to the vacuum cleaner, who wants to volunteer one? It's not charity: I will write a beautiful poem for you in exchange for an expensive vacuum that works like new. Or draw a picture. Your choice. 

Happy Day One.