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May
3
The real Deal
May 3, 2009 | 1 Comment
IS THERE life after sex, drugs and rock n’n roll? Is there music after rehab? What do you do for fun after you’ve given up your best vices?
And after you’re all cleaned up, where the hell do you find the muse you once brought to your shoulder with the aid of controlled substances?
Breeders Kelley and Kim Deal are out there, showing us how it’s done:
Kim and Kelley Deal, the very ordinary twins behind the extraordinary music of the Breeders, are not your typical rock stars.
Yet at 48, they are more active than ever. Following the critical success of last year’s comeback album, Mountain Battles, they have just released a new EP, “Fate to Fatal”, and they have curated the sold-out weekend festival for All Tomorrow’s Parties [UK] that takes place later this month. [...]
May
2
Fielding free comic books
May 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment
JOE FIELD made today happen. No relation to Joe Plumber or Joe Sixpack, he is however the proud proprietor of Flying Colors Comics and lifelong comic book fan.
It was in a Big Picture column Joe wrote in 2001 for Comics & Games Retailer magazine that he put forward the idea of an event dedicated to the promotion and showcasing of comics to attract new readers.
I’d like to take the original “Open House” idea, couple it with the strong allure of the word “free”, then add some elements to it to make a truly sizzling event for our market. Bear with me as I plan in this public forum’ (not necessarily the final name) Free Comic Night! A specific time-block on an evening during which retailers would give a free comic book to everyone who attends the promotion.
Read Joe Field’s May 2001 Big Picture column
May
1
Pooh and the zen of swine flu
May 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment
A FRIEND sent this on today, and it’s too delicious not to post. I don’t know who deserves the credit for the edit, but if you do, please email me.
With apologies to E H Shepard (illustrator) and A A Milne (author).
Mar
3
Love hurts
March 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment
Apr
10
Clerkenwell Kid
April 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment
THE best of London. The worst of London. For the love of London. Nostalgia, dysfunctional families, mysticism of Clerkenwell, and horrible places to live. Stephen Coates as a mad matriarch and quirky sex symbol.
Part Three
Part Four
Filming for Dreams money can buy, sounds of Cibella, David Piper’s moustache and rolling credits, mainly. But for the sake of closure…
But so that you’re not left unfulfilled, there’s also the music video for Bathtime in Clerkenwell below! Yay!
Bathtime in Clerkenwelll
Reading
- All about Hans Richter’s original film Dreams That Money Can Buy. And you can watch the full film from Google video
Apr
6
I love London
April 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment
THIS IS all about Stephen Coates on psychic explosions in London, otherworldly sounds, dreams of Tuesday Weld and a soundtrack to the devil. It makes me think of Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere.
The interview is in four parts from youTube : I Love London. Glen Duncan chips in with his six(th) sense, and you get to hear from the rest of the band. And other people.
Part One
Part Two
The rest of The Real Tuesday Weld exploring the themes of abnormality, good hair, Jesus and seashells: An honest way of meeting someone, naked. Not a lot you can hide really.
Stay tuned for the remaining clips.
See Also
- 7 things: Tuesday Weld — Tidbits about the woman behind the name
- The Devil’s in the Details — An extract from Glen Duncan’s book, I, Lucifer: Finally, the Other Side of the Story
- Hidden worlds — Thoughts on our inner worlds and fantasy
Feb
4
The meeting of muses
February 4, 2007 | 1 Comment
Once upon a time, on a dark continent
where the soil offers strange gifts and even
stranger tales, two girls among millions
were born. On the day each was
delivered, three years apart (but
sharing a Spring nascence), a
wonderful and unusual thing
happened: showers of
butterflies burst from
the ground outside
each child’s
window
and
flew to her cradle.
The petal-winged things
circled each newborn
three times, making
tiny eddies in the
air and painting
it lovely.
The shadows and clouds of years crossed the dark soil
gracefully, growing the two girls into young women
bursting with words, until one summer, somewhere
over the mountains, the butterfly-eddies met and
there was a great churning in the sky, for just a
moment. But it was in that moment the young
women met, each drawn by the song of a
benign siren; by the scribbled heavens.
From that day, their bubbling words
found motes of light to ride. No
matter how the lives of the
two girls circled and span,
no matter how far apart
geography flung them,
words always wove
an umbilical cord
around
their world. And so
because of butterflies,
two women have for fifteen
years spoken to each other
through writings from
their favourite poets,
authors, and other
wordsmiths.
Jan
25
Always read the label
January 25, 2007 | Leave a Comment
THIS IS a pic I had meant to post last month, but it ended up tucked between links, bookmarks and other to-dos. However, since Dubbya’s state of the union speech and its relative lack of substance is still topical, here it is, courtesy of Break.com. Follow this link for the image in its original form. This lable is sewn into clothes sold in France by a small US company. The translation of the French part of the lable reads:
Wash with warm water.
Use mild soap.
Dry flat.
Do not use bleach.
Do not dry in the dryer.
Do not iron.
We are sorry that our president is an idiot.
We did not vote for him.
A few words from the other George W
On the subject of Dubbya’s address, here are a couple of relevant quotations from the text of the first US State of the Union address, by the other George W: father of the US nation, George Washington.
Jan
11
Things I want to do with my iPhone
January 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment
1. call my mother-in-law and my best friend, at the same time, to tell them the outcome of the Cisco Systems law suit, using the conference option
2. and concurrently send a totally lascivious text message to stuntprogrammer on that dinky QUERTY keyboard
3. as well as that catchy little tune, Let’s Impeach the President, to George Bush via iTunes
4. while standing on my head (to avail of the accelerometeric feature)
5. and taking photos of people’s faces as they look at me and wonder what in tarnation I think I’m doing. Little do they know I’ll also be
6. finding directions to get to the nearest Starbucks so I can
7. order 4,000 lattes to go and charge them to Steve Jobs…
Steve Jobs showcases iPhone
Greenpeace spoofs Jobs
Dec
12
Woven world
December 12, 2006 | Leave a Comment
IT’S ALWAYS the first glimpse of a new land from the sky that stirs the blood most. My first sight of the hills, the intricate steps and variegated greens of Phillippine rice terraces from the air, is seared into my brain-eye — I was 29, and the last longhaul flight I had been on was as a child. The journey from Durban to Manila, via Johannesburg and with a change at Singapore, is something like 36 hours between flight and transfer times. I can’t remember exactly how long it took, but I know I never slept all that time: excitement, curiosity, butterflies, childish delight. Instead of resting, I wrote. Only later did I appreciate the almost daily journal entries for the four months of that trip; you only realise how rich each moment is, and how easily details can fade with time, when the pen remains dry, the pages empty.