RIP Richie

Quote of the day

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. Camus.

 

Day to day

A while back I was trying to explain to someone how skateboarders see the world on a day-to-day basis. Literally the differences in what we focus on walking down the street or looking out the train window... They didn't really get it and I guess that's not their fault. Unless you've been doing something pretty much constantly for 15-20 years there's no way of identifying that this random outlook just becomes - not even second nature - more like 'first nature'. It's just who you are.

people of earth...

Quote of the day

And there is a time where you can be beyond yourself. You can be better than your technique. You can be better than most of your usual ideas. And this is a whole other category that you can get into. Dave Brubeck

Mullen

Hardly news

Yet another sideways mood

            overtaken at sunrise by it

contemplating the core of it over

a bowl of granola

Awoken with it lying in bed next to me

On my pillow with me

Looking into my waking eyes

The simplest desire of all humankind

The one universal truth other than death

The single most shared emotion and resentment

On Earth

Is the one of having to get up every morning

And go to the job

I don’t care how good the job may be

and I don’t care about those who love their work

like their work colleagues

their co-workers

Even if my career involved waking up at noon and

Hanging out with international rock stars

Even if I could stay in bed and interview world-famous

Actors and actresses

Over the telephone for a few hours a day and

Thousands of pounds a week -

I would come to  r e s e n t  it

There is no time for work

WORK -

To assist another in attaining a final product that

As recently as a few years back

You had no knowledge of whatsoever

So really how much can it all mean

Sick of it all again

Sick of red wine

Red meat

Sick of bleeding hearts and liars

Sick of both the demands of life and the lack thereof

Work…

There is no reasonable justification for this

I have far too many other things to figure out.

The Creative Act

I love John Frusciante. I can't emphasise that enough. Read this.

A late night

 

A late night

An alternate reality

Lives hanging in the balance

An old man with an old heart

Regretful and wanting

Dissatisfied and yearning

A stomach like a calm sea

Shark mind constantly swimming

A late night

Pangs of nostalgia for

Lovers no longer prisoner

To the anger I bring out in people

If I am good at anything

I am good at that

It is a natural gift

Like death

Or a flower opening to the sun.

  

HerO-J's

 

NIN

 

The Jazz Baroness

Good article here.

Alpha, Gamma

What is responsible

The Alpha waves

The Gamma waves

The will to create rather than diminish

- there being no third option

Today I saw a black woman punch her

Young son

On the street in broad daylight

No shame

No loss of control on her part

He laughed

As though the normalcy amused him

And then she punched his sister

Fist to arm

A good swing

They both giggled and skipped off

As though they’d been caught

Sneaking one more cookie from the jar

Than was allowed

We are surrounded by concrete and cardboard

Rotting apples and unnameable beliefs

Stupidity lit by neon

Beggars on horseback

And a distinct lack of necessary

Desperation

No desire to learn

No desire to love

No desire to grow

A waste of the white matter

Any potential future left unconsidered

The formulae to curing this madness

Could lie somewhere in linear examination

In chaos theory or in the darkness of thick oil paint

In words on a page that though understated

At least try to focus sunlight on these pointless

Ants.

I heart Sarah

mrvtr

 

Again, another blog I go on pretty much daily, but failed to link up until now.
Out of step indeed... MRVTR

Whedonspeare

Jose Parla exhibition

The Empire Strikes Dutch

From Indiewire:

Michael Parbot, a French journalist who gained unprecedented access to the 'Empire' production, contributed his footage to two documentaries: “SPFX: The Empire Strikes Back,” a behind-the-scenes look at the film's special effects, and a 1980 Dutch TV program showcasing lightsaber rehearsal footage and interviews with the cast.

The first made it onto the trilogy's Blu-ray release in 2011, but the Dutch program has only been seen in near-unwatchable snippets, appearing last in 2012 with 15 minutes available. Finally though, our clearest and most extended (30-minute) look has arrived, and it features fascinating conversations with Irvin Kershner, Mark Hamill, and a bashful Harrison Ford.

George Lucas himself is notably absent, but the doc shows instead the incredible technical work done by both the actors and crew, facing such situations as shooting in Norway's extreme weather to depict Hoth, and also how to wrangle Tauntauns and Wampas as well.

Jose Parla

So I'm going to this Jose Parla show this Saturday. When I started the blog - it was going to be a combination of my writing, art and music interests, and some other stuff that gave context to what inspires me and the work I (eventually) produce. That format went kind of awry over the years but it's nice to look back over old posts and see things come full circle. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right...

I was about to post the usual 'hey I was SO into this before you guys...' when I saw the date I posted the original piece - exactly five years ago today. Exactly five years. That's satisfying enough that I don't need to make the point about 'being in there first'.

But I was.

Bob again

Cary Grant was once told, "Every time I see you on the screen, I think, 'I wish I was Cary Grant.'" He replied, "That's just what I think!"

I've been repeating that story ever since I first heard it, and it never fails to amuse audiences, all of whom seem to understand it immediately. Everybody groks that Archie Leach, the poor boy from Liverpool who became "Cary Grant" never fully believed in "Cary Grant," since Cary was, after all, his own invention. On the other hand, here's a similar story, which I also like to tell, that produces very mixed reactions, with some people laughing and others looking puzzled or slightly offended.

An art dealer once went to Pablo Picasso and said, "I have a bunch of 'Picasso' canvasses that I was thinking of buying. Would you look them over and tell me which are real and which are forgeries?" Picasso obligingly began sorting the paintings into two piles. Then, as the Great Man added one particular picture to the fake pile, the dealer cried, "Wait a minute, Pablo. That's no forgery. I was visiting you the weekend you painted it." Picasso replied imperturbably, "No matter. I can fake a Picasso as well as any thief in Europe."

Personally, I find this story not only amusing but profoundly disturbing. It has caused me to think, every time I finish a piece of writing, "Is this a real Robert Anton Wilson, or did I just fake a Robert Anton Wilson?" Sometimes, especially with a long novel, I find it impossible to convince myself that I know the answer. After all, as Nietzche said, "there are no facts, only interpretations"...... Continue reading...

TIZER

My old college chum is having a show. If you dig the smell of spray paint you should go.

Tizer ID crew first solo Show will be at Pure Evil Gallery the 7th March 2013.

The Real

Lif and Q-Bert with the real hip hop.

'Easter'

nigger no invented for color it was MADE FOR THE PLAGUE the word (art) must be redefined-all mutants and the new babes born sans eyebrow and tonsil-outside logic-beyond mathematics poli-tricks baptism and motion sickness-any man who extends beyond the classic for is a nigger-one sans fear and despair-one who rises like rimbaud beating hard gold rythumn outta soft solid shit-tongue light is coiling serpant is steaming spinal avec ray gun hissing scanning copper head w/ white enamel eye wet and shining crown reeling thru gleem vegetation ruby dressing of thy lips puckering whispering pressing high bruised thighs silk route mark prussian vibrating gushing milk pods of de/light translating new languages new and abused rock n roll and lashing from tongue of me nigger 20.10.74 r.e.f.m.

Patti Smith, liner notes for Rock N Roll Nigger. 

Jonty Hurwitz

www.jontyhurwitz.com

Robert Johnson

'...blues falling down like hail, and the day keeps on remindin' me, 
there's a hellhound on my trail'

Brother Ray

I think this is old. Not sure why I only just found it...

Elliot Smith

Circa 1999 or 2000, director Paul Thomas Anderson oversaw a pilot for a musical VH1 variety show that would have starred his frequent musical collaborator Jon Brion. The late singer-songwriter Elliot Smith appeared in the pilot... He's backed by Brion and Brad Mehldau. As IndieWire points out, footage from the pilot has floated around before, but now a YouTube account associated with Anderson has posted the whole thing online.

Thom Yorke mix

Click Here

And then a cigarette.

An experiment in the miniscule
In an attempt to connect with the outside
The outer limits
The twilight zone

Short-lived
In subjective surroundings

Unclassifiable and unofficial
But an experiment nonetheless

Unhindered by outside influence I am without the restraints of the everyday

The rules and boxes and checklists
I am Wells sitting in his imagined time machine
Only smaller

Less pertinent and

Far less acknowledged
As I sit and light up a pointless cigarette
And drink again
Too early too soon never enough

The experiment is thus –
How
Long
Can
You
Simply
Go
On
Never having to change.

first. day. back

First day back to work tomorrow. Yay. After two weeks off. Nothing accomplished. As planned. I'd rather just do this until summer comes...