A cheerful if harried reminder that Iām accepting prompts! In the spirit of the holidays and general thanksgiving. Photos, quotes, scenarios, etc.: just try me! (If only to watch me crumble.) Iām not terribly fussed by how you send them to me; through an ask, or through a chat message, either way is fine with me!
In the meantime, a sliver of Paul and Robert Fraser which may be part of a bigger thing for @pivoinesque, or may end up on the cutting room floor entirely, but itās for @pivoinesque regardless.
āJohn doesnāt mean all that,ā Paul tells him, later. Paul had politely declined Robertās offer of a line and Robert had politely acquiesced, the back-and-forth quaint and companionable, and now they found themselves lying side by side on his taupe Beni Ourain rug, appreciating the stroboscopic light show cast on the walls by the Dreamachine, a newer installment by Ian Sommerville whoās just done up a little flat in Montague Square with Revox recorders for Paul and his new trippy sounds to splash about in. āItās what he does.ā
āYou donāt have to tell me that,ā Robert assures him drily. āGod forbid John Lennon be disastrously misunderstood without a blushing minder to account for his lapses.āĀ
āYeah, I know,ā Paul accedes, with a self-conscious sheepishness which must alternately charm and infuriate absolutely everyone. āBut you know what he meansāthe press writing off about empty-headed moptops and their new esoteric interests, oh, wonāt you look at these stupid little pop-toppers trying to be serious and intellectual. They got right in on me the other day when Miles took me to that Berio symposium thing, at the Embassy. John hates it.ā
Robert hums. āThe press, or your fodder for them?ā
āBoth, probably.āĀ Paul wrinkles his nose. āI go round to his house and tell him about all this and heās really keen on it, seems to be, anyway, he asks questions and all of that, says he wished he was there. But then I asked him outānot, you know, out, just normal, just an easy night out, see something slightly daft, maybe crawl round some foam effigies and ring a few bells, you know, have a laugh. Participate. But I asked him, and he just said, āOh, no, not really, not todayā¦ā I donāt know what to do about that, apart from just leaving him alone.Ā This is great, though,ā Paul says abruptly, holding an arm out before him to savour the kaleidoscopic patterning on his skin. āWeāve had these long coloured lights put in the studio for a while, you know, just something to get us onto a groove. Fantastic effect, but these are even better. We should call Ian up, get a look into having these installedājust massive walls of them, to set everything alight.āĀ
