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Momus wanders around his home city of Edinburgh, Scotland waffling about bagpipes, heads on stakes, a painting called 'Bling Bling', the new parliament building, sheep and ghost droppings, and how he once stuck his tongue, for erotic thrills, into an Oxfam worker's tea. Finally he asks his mother to rebirth him and she says no.

Edinblog (15.56MB mono mp3 audio file, 34 minutes)

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Date: 2004-12-30 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missstephanie.livejournal.com
It is. My flat was right next to it. I'm getting all nostalgic.

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Date: 2004-12-30 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] qualities.livejournal.com
only visited it once or twice, but i feel the same way.

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Date: 2004-12-30 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missstephanie.livejournal.com
It has that effect on you. It sucks you in. I'd trade Massachusetts for Edinburgh any day of the week.

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Date: 2004-12-30 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] qualities.livejournal.com
id trade it for massachusetts any day of the week save for friday and saturday - ive never seen more people more drunk people being drunk in one place. edinburgh is the only place i ever saw someone walk along and then vomit without breaking stride; without even slowing down. ive never seen that. ive never seen that before. ive never seen someone just turn their head and vomit and keep walking to the next pub. ive never seen that before.

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Date: 2004-12-30 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missstephanie.livejournal.com
I just chased by a drunk man. I saw a guy flat out punch his wife on North Bridge. A street brawl was expected. It's sort of like that any night of the week. If you're over on Lothian Rd on a Friday or Saturday night when the clubs get out, you're in for a treat though.

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Date: 2004-12-30 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serenchwilen.livejournal.com
Was a great listen. Thanks.

You almost have a Tony Blair Scots accent. Hee hee.
My grandfather had the thickest Glasgow brogue up until the day he died and he had lived in the U.S. since he was 16. He stubbornly held onto that accent to the very end. The funny thing is he taught English and choir at a private school in New Jersey. His students could barely understand him. I would have loved to have sat in on one of his classes.

I went back and listened to XTC's Apple Venus vol. 1 and noticed the Wicker Man references that appear masked as pastoral pleasantries. A surprising discovery because I had no knowledge of the Wicker Man film when the album first came out.

I never got much of a Wicker Man feeling from your and Laplantine's Summerisle work. I never got to the bottom of that album. I need to go back to it.

My name is Leith like your river and seaport.

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