Hiya. I noticed in the stats that quite a large number of folks have been lurking at this address since November 6th. Not everyone was privy to that date so I guess I know who you all are and I guess some of you don’t necessarily mean me well either. But, this blog has never been about you guys.
The people I love and that love me know my heart and they know what kind of monster I am and am not. I will not go into why I went where I went or even discuss the details, out of respect for others involved, just know that I have been away and learned much about myself. The things I did do are almost indistinguishable from the things they say I did, that people got hurt regardless, I think, is the point and for that I am sorry, guilty, all of it. I am approaching life slowly and am regularly overwhelmed by panic but I am trying to do everything right and with respect for the other people involved. I was a bit worried that I would simply drown all the tears and hurt and anger and stuff in alcohol as soon as I could but, to my surprise, I haven’t. I am really relieved to find that the changes I suspected of myself have, so far, turned out to be true. I am also approaching the people I love with caution and with respect and I am trying to take it slowly. I cry now and then and I am a little afraid of being out amongst people. I sometimes feel like they might come for me in the night and say it was a mistake and put me back. I panic at the sight of police but thats not new apart from the degree of panic and I genuinely feel overwhelmed much of the time. My heart has questions and desires but they have to just wait their turn and, meh, maybe their turn will never come. Hey if you want to borrow the car still, you can 🙂
I think thats all I want to say about that, if thats ok? So if you are lurking here for anything juicy I am afraid you will be disappointed. I plan to do a “Prison Cookery” segment, where I discuss the meals of necessity that people have discovered in austerity. I also have a LOT of Billie Eilish to go on about. She’s totally the most original thing pop music has dredged up maybe since Eminem/Marilyn Manson , maybe since Nirvana. I was struck by the music and songwriting and vocal delivery at first and I was really really hoping that the music wasn’t mass produced in a factory and do you know what? She makes it with her brother, in his bedroom and it is wonderful and clever and I really like it! She’s a lil bit angry, hopeful, sarcastic and I don’t even usually like women songwriters!
I am listening back to the “Screw-Jack III” record. It is at Bandcamp and I will post a link at the bottom. It was mixed and mastered while I was away and has gotten some critical acclaim. As I listen to it I hear my bits and Matts bits subtly merging, a symbiosis of creative energies perfectly poised against each other. It’s downtempo, ambient and definitely dub. It reminds me of all the best UK downtempo dub outfits, Massive Attack, Gorrilaz and maybe a little of The Streets and even The Happy Mondays. Matts accent obviously lends it that quality but it still holds it’s own musically and I hope you enjoy it.
This is my favourite track so far…
There were real contrasts. The bit where the Killer Bee threatened to stab me in the throat and then terrorised me all night until they let me out of the small space I was trapped inside with him. That was traumatic and the only time I felt my life threatened enough for me to arm myself. There was the screw who saw me reading an “OSHO” book Swami A. Hasyo had sent me who went ballistic over it “Of all the salacious, anticristian, depraved….” honestly the invectives flew for 30 seconds or more… that was funny. There was a time that my kidney issues and medication meant that I was unable to perform a urine test so a screw made me stand there with my privates out for all 4 or them to see for 3 hours, I was a sobbing mess by the end of it and in full panic mode. He was allowed to keep me there for 3 hours and, despite my explaining my medical problems several times, he used the whole 3 hours to, well, actually I don’t know what he thought he was doing. The hardest part is that they can see you, everything and then there are full floor to ceiling mirrors so its very invasive and I remember them standing around joking about their weekends or what was on tele as I was completely overwhelmed in a psychotic nightmare. If you DO believe I deserved to be there then surely you could count that as having paid for my crimes? I hope so anyway. I was denied followup care for the kidney issue and its not only back but the pain of movement rendered me virtually immobile for months and months and then when they found a medication that worked for the pain it pretty much wipes me out, I feel like I am made of concrete and as a result I’ve gained 30 or 35 kg. Thats 35 blocks of cheese. I do not recognise the man in the mirror… Or the other man that he ate. Surely, if you think I committed a crime, then I’ve paid for it? I hope so.
I met lots of good, kind and reliable men and I met some really sad, lost men. I met some true monsters who have been tamed by the brutality of the system and I met some monsters who were simply biding their time between atrocities. I met many broken men who should have been in care and I met men who needed to be where they are for the sake of the good and innocent people. I met an axe Murderer and made a friend of him and I met a tonne of people who simply hate other humans and take any chance to harm them, but, having said that, some of the staff were not like that.
I am finding the outside overwhelming. I am still a week away from having money and I am sleeping rough (Sofa rough, not passenger seat rough) until I can get help finding a flat or something. I have friends who do not think I am a monster, who know that I have the potential to get so far away from control and mind that I am more or less the same thing but who know that this isn’t who I am and that I can prevent that from ever occurring again. They have been really kind. I have friends who feel the opposite about me and it’s hard to see that reflected in their eyes or words or actions. I am going to the Dr next week once I can afford it. The last Dr I saw inside stared at the screen of his computer for a good 10 minutes before saying, “You need to go to your gp on the day you get out and get an oncology and urology referral, its very important that you do”, then he turned to the nurse and said “We have really let this man down”. I didn’t even bother asking why or what and, to be honest, I am not sure I want to know even now… I’ll go though, heh, at the very least it might mean fentanyl at some point.
So, I have so much on my mind and my heart that I feel overwhelmed. If you are confronted by this blog or annoyed or insulted please just refrain from reading it. Surely by now you know that its just where I riff on whats on my mind. Its not always necessarily true or accurate or even how I really feel, its just for the sake of stringing words together because, I have found, if I string enough together I usually find a joke or two.
I am looking forward to seeing my kids and I am looking forward to putting my studio back together and making tedious, low tempo, bass heavy DUB and I am taking each day as I find it. These things are worth taking my time and getting them right. I want to sit here all day and just tell nasty stories about the more shocking aspects of where I have been but I think I’ll dole them out slowly coz they really aren’t for everyone, more gentle sounds may be hurt by some of the experiences I have had and thats not what I am here to do. I love you guys. I have a ship load of art and I will gradually scan it in and upload it. I sent it all out with letters on the back so now begins the task of collating and photographing. I feel strong. I feel new. I did a lot of work on myself. I had to sit next to men who did such terrible things and I had to cop to the same culpability. Can you imagine? I doubt you can. Heres a thought to leave you with. The men I met who did the things I was accused of and convicted for were there serving 5, 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 and even double digit year sentences. I served 11 months.
I hope this is ok. I do not mean any disrespect or to try and dilute the situation, believe me I know how serious things are. I just like writing.
xxxM
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