As an ex lover of alcohol, I relate totally to the space where you wrote this. Beautful. I love the line 'We DO matter. But only right here. Only right now' A unversal law I believe. Have one for me bro! Rgd's Dug

Hi Matthew

The other hard to swallow pill is that most of our brothers and sisters believe with a hardcore zeal that it is slack, uncaring, wierd and plain rude if we dont arm ourselves with all the instant communication tools, lock and load....lock and load and fire off bullshit we dont mean, or cant think through, so we do the easiest quickest (funny? humourus?) messages back to the sender......mobile or cell phone, Blackberry, Laptop, Emails and I aM`s, those devices do give us instant news and personal contact, which is good from the right places and people. Isnt it?
How many of us can set our intercoms to just receive calls/texts from our truly loved ones and friends....? Oh... I see, SO they are all necessary for work/coolnessicity/outward signs of personal wealth/showing with pride our cultural engagement with the new 21st century....???...are you sure?.....Well, you make the choices, and so take the flak, along with the spam. But to feel under that constant impulsive pressure to react and respond, lock and load, and send back, like a game, and to constantly have the Blacksherry on squeaking, farting and vibrating really distracts us. Even those of us who dont spend more on food than our fashionable accessories, our defining gadgets.....Smacks us up and away from the things you talk about MC, about who we are, why do we zap off emails and have a conversation with 2 people whilst getting our ego`s shined and buying a dairy fat cholesteral dinner AND STILL FEEL IT ISNT ENOUGH....so, the old timers ask about the simple things..a hug from a friend, a smile from a child who has just discovered ice cream or clear water you can drink from a mountain river.....What we want to do in our very brief time onstage? Matthew, as you keenly say in your piece...fix up a pan of internal peace and quiet, a setting for us to dwell on ourselves. Slow it down, switch off the chatter-brain stunners and distractors. Hit a sweet spot and guillotine the wilful fingers that slam on the keyboard whilst eating big cakes full of coke and lets celebrate refusing to reply extra fast to the internal and external squawking. Tell it to FUCK RIGHT OFF.

Does this have to mean we did shit while we were onstage?...Or were we onstage at all? it could have been a karaoke whisky hangover from city centre Mallsville, or just a baaad soundcheck. Would you and I have recognised the difference with all that static making our fingers twitch and bleed, our ears humming bird burn bleeding and spewing puss-ed up radioactive golden showers. Man I am high on chitter chat gobby street smack. Get me out of here before I start thinking I am cool, and making something of my life.

Order me up a stoning by 14 ghosts, floating in my peripheral vision in my ga ga dreams, kids from any repressed starving nation. I cant eat sometimes when I think of this whole financial fuckscam, or of Baghdad, 3 year olds, 87 year olds....not many of them killed from our hollow cheeked burnt out Allied Victory chopper crews are there? they gurgled their lives away into the dung and dusty grit for being on the wrong end of some Special Ops error. Just order it by mouths full of words, not electro words of text............at least that is real. Or it is in my head....

Going for a sit down. Can the Brink develop a bit of script that we could plant by stealth or on purpose, that makes our emails never get into our DIN BOXES within an flash flooding instant....but just so they randomly arrive between 3 and 19 days late?