I should say something about it having flown by, and in some ways I suppose it has but it also seems like several lifetimes ago.
Last time I tried to get round to saying anything here, I was going to talk about having seen Kate Jackson in Glasgow with Mark and Lauren. She was very good. A bit more relaxed than when she was with the Long Blondes, I thought. Hopefully it won't be another six-or-so years before she's back.
The support band were Kaspar Hauser, from Glasgow, who I really really liked too. They started off with the guitarist saying Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be Alison Moyet, which made no sense in or out of context. There was also something that sounded like "Nowt by Northwest", which I think is still available as a name to anyone who wishes to start an avant-garde music festival in Preston.
They were not what I would call appallingly hipsterish, except in that they were selling demo tapes. Tapes. Cassettes. Really. It's the 21st century, so obviously they came with a download code, but still.
But I imagine you'll all get bored with it quite soon.
Apparently the Europe campaign has started already. Twice today people tried to give me a leaflet telling me why Scotland's better in the EU. So the rest of you aren't, apparently. You heard it here first1.
I didn't take their leaflet. Firstly because I doubt I'll find anything in a leaflet that I don't already know, and secondly because I'm sure they'll be coming through my letterbox soon enough.
Are you all familiar with Freegle? If not, it's another of these net things that's got a name with the same ending as another net thing so you know it's a net thing. Like happens with real stuff as well, like when Henry Ford was a big success with his cars so now all the car companies are called Tord and Lord and Bored and Snored and the like. Anyway, this is a mailing list, or rather a set of local mailing lists, where people give away stuff they don't want but which is actually still perfectly usable so they don't want to throw it away, and other people ask for things they could do with and definitely don't ever then just sell them. It's like eBay for cheapskates. I fit right in.
Anyway, someone's asking for books. Old books. Hardbacks. But just as decoration. I don't know if they're going to stick them on shelves or actually eviscerate them and make the spines into wallpaper2. I know they're probably not books people are going to eagerly be seeking out to read, but it still rubs me up the wrong way. As I've said before, bookburning is morally repugnant. We would never indulge in anything so terrible.
It's like the old records people ask for to "turn into art" (they're art already you little squit) or glue to walls. I've certainly seen some actually very good old records (if you like Acker Bilk, which personally I do) stuck to people's walls, and they looked in good condition too. Maybe I could find out what they care about and trash some . . . I don't know, vintage clothes, or dolphins, or something.
1:Not that I'm saying they're wrong, taken literally. It's the assumption that saying "Scotland" is going to work on me and "Britain" wouldn't, because of course we're all that small-minded.
2:Inevitably I've just started making up a mental list of people we could productively do that with. I can't help it. I wasn't even going to use the word "spine" and then it suddenly just slipped out by itself.
It was pretty much exactly what I'd been told to expect - a slow film without that much plot but absolutely beautiful. Some of the indoor scenes reminded me of Peter Greenaway. Apparently the actor playing the assassin herself was down for one of the lead parts in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, but her manager insisted that doing a Coke advert instead was a much better move.
This morning, though. A council truck has just driven up with a car on the back, lifted it into a parking space, and left. I have woken up in science fiction story, but I've read too many of these to know what's expected of me now. Should I be vomiting up food, putting it back into its packets and taking it to the shop to exchange it for money? Or when I get food will they give me extra money that I have to give to other people to persuade them to accept goods and services? Or is this by an author I haven't read?
If you don't see me again, it's because I daren't leave the house.
Oh, Pixies : one of the ads at the cinema was for some sort of boneheaded killing game-console franchise. It was soundtracked by a gentle piano version of Where Is My Mind. Presumably it's a comment either on the game or its players.
WRT the death of Antonin Scalia, and the obituaries and meconium thereof:
It has been so long since I linked to a vid here that the method is unrecognisably different.
Also, from the generally highly readable Crooked Timber, this fair and balanced piece on Scalia's practical philosophy of law and society, including links to extracts from the author's book "The Reactionary Mind".
I hope your VD was suitably itchy pleasant. I think the only things I've said to anyone all day were "Just these please . . . cheers . . . thank you" to the guy at the corner shop.
Right. Anyone care to guess which relevant point the following records have in common? There may be a small prize.
Alice Donut - The Untidy Suicides of your Degenerate Children Alice Donut - Pure Acid Park Blondie - Eat to the Beat Johnny Cash - A Hundred Highways (American V) CNN - Copyright (3-track 12" - first release, I think) Codeine - Barely Real Creaming Jesus - Bark (EP) The Cult - Love Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables Dead Kennedys - In God We Trust, Inc (Long EP or short album) Dif Juz - Extractions Idlewild - 100 Broken Windows James - Seven The March Violets - Natural History Mogwai - Young Team Mudhoney - Superfuzzbigmuff Ruts - Grin & Bear It Throwing Muses - Hunkpapa Neil Young - Harvest Warren Zevon - Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School
I was down at Avalanche yesterday, for what thankfully probably wasn't the last time, and I picked up a collection of John Miller's comic strips. It's got loads of my favourites in it - Tongs!, Andrew J Wilson's World Of Evil Horror, Lesley And The Tumshy People From Space, I Stole Rod Serling's Cigarettes, and many more.
It turns out it's the middle part of a set, covering the nineties, with the eighties and post-millenial strips in other volumes that I now also have to get. Presumably Jack Kerouac vs Moth-Ra is in one of those others.