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DF 51 - Bumweasel Shock 1 - Nothing 0 (July 2010)

29 July 2010

Dear Friends

Thought I should really write something for this seemingly abandoned space. I've been living in a void for the last year or so, with only the music, my family and friends actually getting through to this side of the glass.

I have been deeply immersed in contemplation - the infinite god and all that - whilst putting measurements of convenience in their place. Metric yardsticks have taken a beating and time is now measured in balloons; no more leap years - Ha!

Then suddenly a bumweasel pops up right in my face. Quite a shock really as I thought this 'orrid species was on the verge of extinction. But it seems - like the great crested grebe - to have made an unlikely recovery. I must have lost concentration because wishful thinking has been my forté in the past. Anyway this oink thrusts its fetid face-hole into my desktop and yells 'there's a rumour DP are retiring - ha, cackle ha!'

Oh dear, the weariness of it all.

It would be an exaggeration if I said there have been ten band meetings since '69, and most of them ended down the pub with nothing decided at all. So to plan an album for example would be a first time event (they just happen, or not) and to plan an organised retirement would be quite simply beyond our capabilities.

I suppose something will drop off eventually but for the time being come ahead McQuillan.

Now where was I? Ah yes, dark waves transcend the viscous membrane of our finite universe. What was it Hawking said? 'Before the big bang there was nothing!' We have yet to discover it, but there is no such thing as nothing.

Cheers,

Ian Gillan

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