‘You can’t beat people up and have them say I love you!’ Murray Roman download

I’m not even going to intro this. It’s here if you want it and I know people who want it. Just check out the comments on this past post. 
Download the whole album free by clicking here.
Also there’s a great article about Murray by Kliph Nesteroff here. And thanks to him for the download.
Enjoy.

Pictures of Lilly?

Drop dead beautiful, morphing art-house women. If you don’t love this don’t talk to me, ever.

God told me…

…that I’ve been neglecting my blog of late, so, to keep him happy, here’s a little snatch of a rather one-sided conversation about music I had with Jon Hilltown the other day:
‘I love it. Late at night I think about it. I slip a disc in it and I turn it on: it’s a darkness like [...]

‘Nigger’ — there, I said it…

O.K. So you’ve watched the Kramer thing. Lots of people have.  It’s not the word, is it, you know, the ‘N’ word, that really pisses people off, is it?
It’s only a f**king word, man.
Black people use it all the time. To each other. Sometimes with affection.
No, that’s not what did it. Because words are beautiful [...]

John Munro: cool-vids

Some time ago I featured a great short film by John Munro called Oxford Circus. It’s so good I’m featuring it again.

I just love this. Check out the rest of John Munro’s catalogue here.

What are you here for?

From Dead City Radio, featuring music by Sonic Youth.

The Principality of Heel-Click

In dimly lit rooms faceless men and women sit hunched over keyboards, fingers tapping wildly but silently on their keys, unaware of their thoughts or the processes of their writings. They seek answers to questions that torture timelessly, striving to expel them from their minds and get them out of their mental cells and into [...]

Billy Mackenzie

It’s ten years since Billy’s death. I met him a few times and liked him a bit but I don’t think I came close to knowing him. Nobody did.
In the following film he’s something of a sacred cow, no-one wants to say it like it was. Read between the lines.
He was a spoiled brat, really. [...]

Dead or read?

Have you noticed that the older you get the more dead acquaintances you collect? It’s a sign of maturity, I guess.
In my twenties I knew one dead guy. His name was Steve. Married a Welsh girl. Two years later he was dead. Was it the food, the Celtic temperament, the weird sex, the in-laws, the [...]

Just like William, I buy a parrot

So, it’s a lazy Tuesday and I haven’t chased a dragon in ten years. The bastards don’t even flirt with me anymore.
Anyway, gets to noon and I can feel them beneath my skin — even after all this time you don’t forget.
So I take a cab, walk up the hill and buy a parrot.
Then it’s [...]