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August 05
[this week index]
Barny
this week i have been mostly....
....attempting to draw fine lines, discovering issues, wondering why i worry about how it will all end before anything has really even happened; thinking about the moment when boris pecker will crawl under a hedge to die while he's yet a hatchling, and how similar we have to be in order to be close (open question that last, not statement)
....being awakened from dreams of best friends no longer known (and alien invasion) by cool breezes on moonlit feet, nocturnal mammals and seagulls, dreading winter (but possibly only due to socialization), imagining its icy claws in every gentle english summer evening caress
....enjoying immensely the chris isaak show in the very middle of the weekend somewhere, in which has-been pop star chris isaak plays pop star chris isaak in the heyday of his international fame and fortune, and at the height of his powers- we were gripped as chris and his band were accidently locked inside a nuclear bunker (damn that pesky metal fatigue!) which chris had earlier discovered whilst gardening in his back yard- would they make the show in time?!! the peripheral area of the seat was obligatory as an increasingly irate gavin rossdale anxiously waited backstage for chris to turn up with his lucky mic, and a crowd of unimpassioned-looking extras chewed their gum impatiently. They didn't make it, but chris brought the cold war era back to life with an impromptu history lecture, before soothing the nerves of his long-suffering manager as only he knows how (with a loverly song obviously)- the poor dear was all worked up about missing her mother's wedding rehearsal, but a lilting, tuneful number from the big man himself did the trick of course.
The show climaxed with the same crowd of unimpassioned-looking extras crowding unexcitedly round chris, clamouring not particularly desparately for his autograph- it's all so convincing, provided you don't focus too closely on the little details like chris's artificially implanted hairline and turkey neck, and instead admire his buff, tight-t-shirted torso, taut face and tight cheeks... i imagine 99% of tv in the U.S. is like this, poor bastards... highly recommended
....triumphantly returning on friday eve with all the black tulips, turn up, plug in and play, in the absence of a sound man and p.a., on the floor in the corner, in front of a crowded and rapturous bar, it all felt somewhat guerilla, and came together magically, ulysses mark II (or is it III?) opting this time not to coldly splice and eviscerate sad sally, or indeed anyone else, and the tulips' women looking more beautiful and unapproachable than ever
earlier posts
18 August 05
Bruises
of a sick canary hue. And Soft Cell...
14 August 05 Bile,
breakdancing, barely controlled rage...
6 August 05 Moss-moist
eyes, Roman Holiday and ringing...
27 July 05 Begging,
borrowing and stealing. And gowns...
22 July 05 Tris's
"You're Generally Indie" quiz result...
21 July 05 Test-Icicles,
overeducated rightwing baboon...
20 July 05 Buffalo
66, red shoes and a new frock...
12 July 05 Diversions,
hair conditioner, pots of tea and idiots...
1 July 05 Angela
Carter, exotic fruits and pink person-stripes...
29 June 05 Dresden
Dolls, Tori Amos, enticing flatmate...
28 June 05 Welly
welding, ghost trains, vaginas, bitching...
16 June 05 Posh
biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin
Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies
jabs and the History of Western Philosophy...