|
and lets not forget
|
the 24 hour poetry party www.litkicks.com
x |
09 Jul 2004 06:23 am by sd
|
|
|
|
does it smell a bit of paint?
|
Hello and welcome back. Thank you Stewart for decorating my place while I was away, nice job, don’t you think? I’m in LA again writing with Rob. This time I have my own pool. LA is a tough place for me as I don’t really swim or drive. I went to the Inn of the Seventh Ray in Topanga Canyon. Luckily I was wearing a shirt the colour of the Seventh Ray and I was invited to hang out in the stream and maybe see a frog. I was about to explain my feelings about water when the coffee arrived. Perhaps I should have said I was a member of The Colour of the Seventh Ray Time. Later that weekend I enjoyed listening to Bart Davenport & Irving. But that was after I went shopping in Compton. I suppose this is the blog now and all the newsy things can hang around on the news page so I’ll just keep chatting. Before I got deeply into the above and started thinking seriously about Of Montreal I’d spent the first part of my trip here wondering why the US music press think the tuneful toe tapper that is A Ghost Is Born by Wilco is in anyway a “difficult” record. But that’s the kind of wondering I’m fond of. PJ Harvey’s new album is also very fine. But it will be very difficult to find a track better that Stones by Sonic Youth on Sonic Nurse this year. I was pleased to read in Nylon that 1991 is in and cool. I was getting so tired of the bisexual eighties spaceman look, having in some deep and intrinsic way developed the prototype and dare I say the type myself way back in’ 81. I already have my indie bowl haircut in place honed to perfection after studying the Corporate Ghost dvd, now I’m in search of plaid. Many ghosts around this season. Including sadly Marlon Brando. We drove by his house the day he died. 3 news crews, 2 policeman and a helicopter over head. He was one of the most important artists of the 20th century. When I was making Keep Going I rediscovered Last Tango in Paris. I came to see the album as my Last Tango but without the perm and butter. Brown Bunny by Vincent Gallo seemed to be channelling Tango as I did if only in the font. I finally saw the film in Paris and it is perhaps the best film I've seen this century. Having said that I wouldn’t tell anyone to go and see it as I woke up the next day feeling like a close member of my family had died, and not all of us want this from cinema, I know. But do not believe what people have said about this movie, it is heavy but almost perfect. But hey what do I know I don’t swim or drive. Hang on I’m going to play the drums. . .
x
|
06 Jul 2004 07:55 am by sd
|
|
|
<< Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 Next >>
|