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Suffering for someone else's art
Feb. 11th, 2007 02:15 pmWhile I did greatly enjoy my first stint as a pop video extra, it left me dam, muddy and smelling slightly of paraffin. This decided me in favour of Party over Club for the evening's onward plans, because at a party that can be a talking point, whereas at a club you'll just be 'that weird muddy guy who smells of paraffin'. Stopped off en route to see Brontosaurus Chorus, and rather lovely they were too - and the Fopp basement venue is none too shabby either. Though heavens know I tend to spend too much money in Fopp anyway without needing to get drunk in there.
Did people really find the final episode of The Prisoner baffling when it first came out? I suppose I did when I first saw it as a child, and since then I've got through an awful lot of Prisoner-derived culture (the works of Grant Morrison were a particularly useful handle on it), but yesterday it made all too much sense. Though inexplicably, like various other rituals I've attempted in the same cause, it failed to bring me the Euromillions jackpot. Back to the drawing board.
Restaurant successfully sues over "hurtful" review; I can only agree that "You really cannot overstate the imbecility of a libel jury: what we really need now is a sustained campaign against our ludicrous libel laws." And I'm not just saying that because of some of the reviews I've written in my time.
Iggy Pop's The Idiot; a good eight track album which really needs to be ten tracks long to achieve greatness, because as is you can't quite immerse yourself in its world.
Am going to country night Nashville-on-Thames at the Buffalo Bar tonight, if you're in the mood to hear both types of music. Tomorrow Private Lives are playing - anyone else up for that? Apart from their being ace, I'd quite like a legitimate reason to check out the infamous Old Blue Last.
Did people really find the final episode of The Prisoner baffling when it first came out? I suppose I did when I first saw it as a child, and since then I've got through an awful lot of Prisoner-derived culture (the works of Grant Morrison were a particularly useful handle on it), but yesterday it made all too much sense. Though inexplicably, like various other rituals I've attempted in the same cause, it failed to bring me the Euromillions jackpot. Back to the drawing board.
Restaurant successfully sues over "hurtful" review; I can only agree that "You really cannot overstate the imbecility of a libel jury: what we really need now is a sustained campaign against our ludicrous libel laws." And I'm not just saying that because of some of the reviews I've written in my time.
Iggy Pop's The Idiot; a good eight track album which really needs to be ten tracks long to achieve greatness, because as is you can't quite immerse yourself in its world.
Am going to country night Nashville-on-Thames at the Buffalo Bar tonight, if you're in the mood to hear both types of music. Tomorrow Private Lives are playing - anyone else up for that? Apart from their being ace, I'd quite like a legitimate reason to check out the infamous Old Blue Last.
