TCM are showing Kubrick's 2001. I've chosen to replace the Strauss soundtrack with the space-prog of French lunatics Magma, and it's working very well. But I could watch pretty much anything with Magma providing the soundtrack. Athletics. The news. In this way I'm rather similar to Steve Davis.

My guilt is because I should really be watching do a gig in Camden, but feeling generally run down and in need of recuperation. Would like to be doing gigs myself but the Free French have constant logistical issues. Never try and organise 5 people in their 30s to be in the same place at the same time. It was so much easier when I was 18. Hm. If anyone is good at sight-reading and likes playing electric piano, let me know. I need some substitutes on the bench.

New CD picked up a lovely review in Record Collector this week, although it did say that it sounded like a cross between Style Council, Cardiacs and Brian Wilson. I wouldn't have that slapped on my CV, but have to confess to owning amounts of records by all three. “Cafe Bleu” doesn't stand the test of time though – listened to it a few weeks ago and by the middle of side 2 I was sighing and fiddling with stuff.

I'm a worrier at heart. Partner was 90 minutes late arriving at my flat last night, and I was experiencing pacing, perspiring and swearing. Not her fault. Anyway, the grim experience led to a song “Everyone Is Always Alright” being written, which is about as Todd Rundgren as I'm prepared to go.

I think there should be a West End musical featuring the music of Crass. Following on from the Abba, Madness and Queen ones. Maybe a story of an explorer in some Amazonian jungle. His journey punctuated with inappropriately placed big-band versions of “How Does It Feel To Be The Mother Of A Thousand Dead.” I will think about an anti top ten of these shoehorned musicals and get back to you.