newspapers
i bought lots of papers this weekend and read three articles. one about cnd
one which is all in the mind
and another about richard yates x
17 Feb 2008 05:32 pm by sd

once you had passions and called them evil. but now you have only your virtues:
they grew out of your passions. . .

it's sunday surrounded by a recycling bin of sunday papers music magazines ulysses the collected allen ginsberg a terrible book about the rolling stones my dog and sheffield united playing middlesbrough and mpthrees of the alternately awe inspiring and inspiring new album by stephen malkmus and the jicks – real emotional trash. middlesbrough are wearing very fetching orange shorts – gareth southgate their manager has some crayons and eleven paper dolls with press out kits he can colour in – it's a beautiful game. this year i've only got out of bed to walk the dog in the bright sunshine and have my head modeled in terracotta by jon edgar whilst being filmed by anne robinson for the film. the film is being edited in canada by famous documentarians who specialise in films about natural disasters which makes them more than qualified to wrap up my thirty years in indie rock. oh not indie rock i've read mojo and i'm not indie rock. i wonder what. when we were poor we stayed in bed because it saved us heating the rooms. you stayed in bed as long as you could so that perhaps you could get away with one meal and as much instant coffee as you could drink. i had a cassette player near the bed and i would listen to the second talking heads album. i hope the film will be interesting enough for more than those who bought runout groove and visit these interweb disquisitions. if not i hope you enjoy my own personal renaldo and clara – a journey through the past if you will – a document well worth eating. we should have a rough cut in nine weeks and then i have to mix the sound and record the two new tracks. the title song – memory and desire – the film is called memory and desire; thirty years in the wilderness with stephen duffy & the lilac time – and a epitaphetic version of kiss me for the end credits. we are however releasing another single off runout groove – a single disguised as a mini album of what we have left in the cupboard. this will happen in april and claire an i will be doing a book tour to sell the rest of the limited edition book we still have resting in the potting shed. we also have reason to believe that the double album entitled "memory and desire; thirty years in the wilderness with stephen duffy & the lilac time" will also be released this year.
happy birthday cnd i love you x
17 Feb 2008 05:31 pm by sd

valentines day message via neil young
no one song can change the world. but that doesn't mean it's time to stop singing x
14 Feb 2008 07:23 pm by sd

speed limit
40 years ago on the 28th of january 1968 neal cassady made his last road trip to san miguel de allende mexico. on february the 3rd he walked to the railway depot to pick up his belongings. on the way he came across a mexican wedding party and joined them. later he walked on towards the depot and was found unconscious the following morning. he was taken to the hospital but never recovered and died 4 days before his 42nd birthday.

x
28 Jan 2008 09:00 pm by sd

now we all know faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
hello. this year is the film and hopefully a new compilation - 30 years in the wilderness. we will still play germany and perhaps paris but we may only be me - hard times my friends. the lilac time always ran at a loss but it was always someone else's. . .farewell then music business - long live music.

Trying to write but reading instead – R D Laing and William Burroughs – reacquainting myself with books exhumed from storage. Entirely forgotten Bird Of Paradise. However old everything smells the writing is still fresh:

"What is to be done? We who are still half alive, living in the often fibrillating heartland of a senescent capitalism – can we do more than reflect the decay around and within us? Can we do more than sing our sad and bitter songs of disillusion and defeat"?

In the introduction to Word Virus an invitation to be beat, if you are one "for whom the respectable is synonymous with boredom and terror, if not crime, who regard the ongoing social order as suffocating, unjust and unreal, who believe honesty can still be reinvented in a world of lies and that the answers, if there are any, lie not in the political realm but in the quest for new forms of self expression and creative collaboration. . . in fresh imaginings of ourselves and our country, in physical, spiritual and metaphysical explorations of roads still left to try".

I feel and indeed am from "another time". Everything I believe in is "so far away". John Fowles believed that culture ended in 1951. Louis MacNiece ridiculed popular culture in his later poems and I feel suffocated by the respectable and unreal desert of what passes for our popular culture.

It seems however that Burroughs worked for an advertising agency back in the day, the early 1940's. His favourite campaign was for a high colonic enema called "The Cascade" for which he wrote: "Well done! Thou true and faithful servant."

So I try to reassure myself with Rimbaud's last letter to his sister:
"Yes, our life is a misery, an endless misery. Why do we exist? Send me the news. Mes meilleurs souhaits."

x
16 Jan 2008 07:27 pm by sd

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