Setlists, and bleeping.

Or bleeping and setlists, even.

There's something bleeping in my room. My first thought as I lay half-asleep is that it was a mobile receiving a text. Now, I don't have such a thing, of course, but it definitely seemed to be in my room. It happened again maybe twenty minutes later. And again a bit after that. I don't think I own anything that makes that sort of noise. It occurred to me thatmaybe the phones off the hook, but it's not like the noise I've heard it make before when I've done that.

Most odd. Maybe I've been the victim of an inverse cellphone-mugging.

Anyway. My setlists from the Friday night of the G**h weekend in Edinburgh, and from the Calling last night, are ( here )

The Calling - mea culpa.

Last night the other set was courtesy of razornet. It was meant to be myself, him and someone else. There was a little confusion (entirely within my own head, embarrassingly) about which someone it was, and I hadn't done a last-minute-confirm, so i ended up doing a rather longer set (nearly an extra hour, in fact). All my own fault, though,and my speculations that it was olithered who hadn't turned up were entirely wrong - he's never been down for a set, although now the idea's been had it might happen.

Rumours that it was all a transparent ploy to get myself some more deck time are strongly deprecated. It was quite nice, though. I haven't tried pacing things like that at the Calling before.