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I'm in LOVE
I'm in LOVE
I'm in LOVE
With your STRICT machine!

A few weeks or a coupla months ago {I dunno time has just seemed LIMITLESS and boundless and FREE since ...
a) Later With Jools Holland finished; and ...
b) I actually stopped watching Big Brother*

...} uh, I half heartedly slagged or more accurately shrugged off GOLDFRAPP after seeing her/them perform on the aforementioned Later With Fats Subino**...

Well, freed from the constriction of what I have to admit is a context in which I may well not have been able to see the WOO for the trees... I find myself besotted with the Goldfrapp 45 "STRICT MACHINE" amd I happily go about my bizness all day singing its refrain...; I actually have a promo copy of the whole elpee but thus far haven't been able to get past I'm in LOVE I'm in LOVE I'm in LOVE with your STRICT MACHIIIIIAN-IAN....
Tho' as I type I've graduated to tracks nine and ten and I'm very much liking what I hear, which is a kind of Fem dominatrickster take on THE IDIOT era electronicroon and cubist stomp and electritease tongue flicker and pomonstre plaint, which, you have to admit, is a pretty enticing prospect... kinda like Grace Jones*** crossed with the best {ie slow, faux soulful****} bits of Garbage

*{I have to say [see preceding log] that I'm rather proud of the fact that I literally SLEPT through the entire final night of Big Brother. So which of the teleblobbies won it, then? Accent, teeth, bald, or scouser-lite? Oh, look, the world remains the SAME ...

**{S&M gag.

***{this just in: "Grace Jones is set to shake up the British aristocracy [...] the 52-year-old singer - who is six feet tall and famous for her bondage gear - is engaged to Viscount Wimbourne, 35. The couple met in the studio, whee the old Etonian was working as a producer. They plan to settle at his 2,700 acre estate at Ashby St Ledgers in Northamptonshire. Jones is not a woman to cross: she ended her last engagement - to the musclebound actor Dolph Lundgren - by setting fire to his entire wardrobe." [Source: Mail on Sunday/The Week]
I do like the "entire" in that last sentence. Didn't I see that in an early Polanski or Surrealist short, a wardrobe in flames?

****{cf. the s-uh-blime "MILK"}

posted by Ian 7/26/2003 11:36:00 AM
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There may be something wrong with me: with my internal clock.

I watched Ghost World yesterday afternoon, on which more in a moment, and then The Simpsons, and the C4 News, and then ... who knows?
I mean: Naps Are Not Unknown in the freelance time schema, you know? So but I woke up on the sofa planning to catch Van Sant's PSYCHO remake, which I was really looking forward to, and then but when I looked at the clock it was a scarcely believable 1:38 am.

And then I went to bed.
And slept another six hours.

I think maybe my body is protesting about something.

So: Ghost World. Great and all that, yeah yeah, what am I gonna tell you you don't already know, given that I lag so far behind with LATEST THING releases in cinema and music both, but I was kinda disappointed it bevelled on that age-old device beloved of film makers ... like, The Truth About Cats and Dogs* and that French farce with Depardieu** where he has to "choose" between his twig thin golden MODEL wife and a supposedly "dumpy" "plain" cleaning lady also spring to mind.

I mean Thora Birch/ENID is a total GODDESS!!!!!!
I love love love love love love LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEher!
(And there's something wrong with you if you don't, too.)

And?, in real life?, that imperious cool bitch act of Enid's?
It would totally have boys and men (and cats and dogs and eunuchs and aliens) totally at her big booty big booted feet. She is SO obviously (as my friend Chris P. said about the Depardieu flick) a hundred times more interesting and interestingly sexy than her trad. "model" counterpart[s].

Was is it about so-called models anyway?
Is It Just Me {haven't used that phrase for a while!} or are they, like, totally UNsexy and, like, it would be like making love to a cross between an antelope and a belisha beacon?
{And a compact mirror. And, like, no one ever says this, but: a BOY, fundamentally. Do gay fashion designers like women who look like BOYs because they like to imagine a certain 14-15 year old first crush in the country or at school pubescent boys body draped in sexy drapey clothes?***

Thora Birch in Ghost World is so totally awesomely sexy (and you're all so totally going to get sick of me using the word totally, like, right now?) and one of the reasons is a) big combat boots worn with frilly dresses - always a winner on this man's palette {for reasons that are so obvious we won't even go into them BUT let's just note in the Real Fleshly Body vs Model Boy debate, that Thora/Enid's big booted clump clump actually emphasises her sweet heavenly womanly mass just as much if not far more (less obviously but more sexily so) than, you know, $3000 Sex In The City style kitten heels ...

{And while we're on the subject and skirting dangerously close to, you know, like, being unforgivably personal and giving away WAY too much about myself here, isn't Sex In The City second only to Will + Grace in having women characters who aren't really women at all in any verifiable sense but rather Gay (Script Quippin') Men In Psych Drag?
For the longest time I could never work out why I didn't find a single one of the four Sex In The City women in any way attractive until I realised this; I mean, you know, let's not shy away from the facts of life here, men are DOGS, sluts, we have crushes on cartoon women** fer crissakes, I mean, come on ... and if not ONE in FOUR of the SITC gals strikes a resonant chord something is UP, I'm here to tell you, or rather, it isn't, Missus ...)

*{alright, not a good example, because Janeane Garofalo and Uma Thurman are goddesses both, in different ways and for different reasons. Did you know that Uma's dad is practically Mr Buddhism in the USA?

**(yes, I know, this trade description covers about 18 thousand million films released in the last 4 months alone...}

***{interesting glimpses in the CHET BAKER biog I'm reading of BRUCE WEBER in this regard; who, he is, like, totally trapped suspended marooned back in the 40s/50s before he... well, I was gonna say before he came out. But has Bruce Weber like, ever totally come out, really? Ha! As I literally just wrote that - retyping a misspelt "trapped", my morning soundtrack, The Spinners [frm thr sublime Greatest Hits] actually CHORUSed: "- living in the past! ..."

****{Sexiest Cartoon Woman of All Time? Got to be Tex Avery's Little Red Riding Babe when she metamorphoses into a Showstopping Rita Hayworth a like. "Wolfie, oh wolfie..." Ah-wooooooo! I mean, forget Lara Croft. Maybe it's a generational {i.e. pre-Loaded} thing, but Lara Croft? Never got it, not at all. Then again, there are pretty men I'd rather snog than Jordan (eeeeeuuuuuh...) say, and I don't mind saying so ...}

Ghost World notable for that WONDERFUL moment when Enid is hit by the power of the Blues record. I can't think of too many other Moments In Film when music love is (so) convincingly wordlessly portrayed. Or at all. Or with a girl/woman, rather than some nerdy fanboy collector guy.

There is that great moment in Diner when the record collector guy freaks out and has a screaming fit becoz his wife put his James Brown record in the wrong category or something; but that is less about music than it is communication between the sexes, which is why Diner and Tin Men, may be 89% filled with guy and guy banter and guy badinage but are actually about women, or at least difference.


Hey Nineteen, that's 'Retha Franklin!
She don't remember ... the Queen of Soul!

And OH MY GOD this SPINNERS boxed set: OH MY GOD: "Then Came You" by The Spinners + Dionne Warwicke. OH MY GOD. Talk about yr musical madeleines. OH MY GOD. Sheer awesome eternal fuckin' beauty - which I know may sound unlikely for uh younger Enid type readers who only know both entities as embarrassing supper club has-beens (and in the case of groups like The Spinners perplexingly made up of half 78 year old grand-dad types and the other half "not original line up" small print type strap on members...) or the butt of jokes on that shitty TOTP2 programme ... but ... OH - MY - GOD! Thom Bell! Johnny Bristol !! Rubberband Man!! Ghetto Child!!! THEN CAME YOU ... See girl I'm a simple man doin' the best I can to let you know I LOVE you ... And even tho it's a 3 CD Boxed Set, there's NO NEED for gimmicky add ons and re takes and out takes and studio floor scrapings etc, because the journey of re acquaintance is ... ah... oh shit oh gawd, I really AM turning into Steve Buscemi Man frm Ghost World ...
talking of which ...


[You may have noticed this section didn't have a subhead but if it did I guess it might be:

'Is It THAT Obvious I Haven't Been Laid Lately? I am TOTALLY Steve Buscemi in Ghost World, well, except I have a TAD more social grace and conversational fluency, well actually, a LOT more, I'm a bit of a snake actually, I wouldnt go near me if I wuz you, and like, maybe I'm actually the total NOT 'Steve Buscemi-in-Ghost World' comes down to it, I mean, all my collections have been sold over the years for nefarious ...'
Er, let's just stop there. We're getting precariously close to soemthing which feels almost uh like I'm BLACKMAILING MYSELF or some damn strange thing ... ]

+ ---- -

Final additional * I've just thought of: "belisha beacon"?
Is that, like, still in general useage; or is it like, totally {final "totally", honest, really, yeah, right, totally ...} an instantly identifiably Old Guy "You don't remember 'belisha beacons'!" type thing to say?

++ ---- ++

{And in re THE SPINNERS BOX SET: BIG hugs and non-erotic kitten style kisses and Pawsannahs and eternal thanks to Friend of the Pill Box C.B./B.K, he knows who he is, but he's such a genuinely good + shy + self effacing type guy such as you so rarely come across these days I won't embarrass him any further here ...}

posted by Ian 7/26/2003 10:41:00 AM

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6 ... 7 MESSIDOR

This, here, now, tonight, is where it get really brass tacks blog or blurrily webby ... just for a change.
I've been working: real work in the real world (even if the recompense sometimes strikes me as something less than real-istic, heavy sigh, and let's just say that there have now been TWO sets of tears shed over my Nina Simone piece ... ach, sometimes it's hard to be a LIBERAL ... giving all your work for just a bare living wage ...);

also, I've been effecting simply massif and way way WAY overdue SPRINGCLEAN duties around the bunker: came in from the garden and realised I literally could not move for a positif solid MAZE of new books, old books, obsessive IRAQ-monitoring newspaper tranches, cat dust, the likes.

{I'm tired, genuinely tired, here. The light inside my head is fading...}

PLUS: subjacent theoretical justification VIA a map ref. from marK-punk I fetched up at the v. readable I Feel Love and was reminded how much I LIKE the more conversational, I-did-this-today type webwerk. I read IFL, at leisure, from top to tail, and that is actually quite rare these days. {Which reminds me, I must check see what Troubled Diva is up to ...}

so: disjecta membra at 1:29 am with eyelids drooping :::

· How about all the breaking stuff in the U.S. then? About who knew what and when in re SAUDI ARABIAN support for terrorism, and why it wasn't acted on by a Bush-wracked administration and how it's taken them damn near on EIGHT MONTHS just to thread the DELETIONS thru the report - which [the report itself] was ready back in December 2002.
This has already got (as I've been saying for a months} a distinctly WATERGATE whiff about it - and just before Bush prepares for the re-election trail, too. {Rubs hands greedily in schadenfreude ...} On a US TV clip playing right now, the detail picked out concerns a DELETED passage relating to an "intelligence" meeting Bush took ONE MONTH before 9/11 in which rumours of attack - specifically with an airplane - were aired. It all comes dow to the Bush Family-Suadi Arabia connection ... tick - tick - tick ... and all the Family-targeted tax cuts in the world won't make this go away methinks (or: mehopes).

On TV at the moment: a Roberto Duran Special. I seem to recall this [unrecorded?] Nick Cave song/poem called the 'Something Something Hands of Roberto Duran'. N.C. had a martyrological crush on Roberto just like he did with Late Vegas-era Elvis.

Speaking of the once-dead now-resurrected, I have to admit I feel a spark of excitement and anticipation about the new JANE'S ADDICTION comeback CD. It's got across the board ***** reviews - but unfortunately none of 'em by people I know or trust: has anyone {I know or trust} actually heard the thing? Is it worth shelling out for? Saw it in the local Virgin micro-store today but hesitated; didn't want to get it home and be disappointed {and out of pocket}. Spent the hard earned instead on CDs from a useful SUMMER SALE, which has some pretty darn nifty offers (esp. if like me you've lost a record collection or two in the course of difficult times and dumb decisions and insiduous sell-off instant cash pressures down the years ... right now, I really am in super-determined STOCK IT BACK mode.) - uh - where was I - oh yeah - and one of the bargains I picked up was the don't care either way about the film to be honest but one of the ALL TIME GREAT pomo soundtracks: NATURAL BORN KILLERS: which features Jane's TED JUST ADMIT IT which whoooo still sounds singularly majestic and genuinely dangerous and Dionysiac and so on and makes me hunger for Perry at his heights. It might be kinda cool & interesting to listen to the now clean Farrell ("Hi. My name is Perry F and I'm a visionary ...") in my own now comparatively unfrazzled state ...

I gladly payed the £5.99 tho for just the one odd song on there: "History Repeats Itself" by some outfit called A.O.S.; the whole album but this song in particular meant a lot to me in the Winter of 1997 which was one of the worst rock-bottom glummest desperate periods of my life. But who the heck are A.O.S.? (And are those initials anything to do with Austin Osman Spare?)

I'm flagging, people ... push on, push on boy ...

{also available on video in this SALE : Ghost World for £3.99 and The Royal Tenenbaums for £4.99. Haven't, shamefully, seen either of 'em' but in the midst of my springclean the other day I came across my copy of the GHOST WORLD book, which I reclined and read from cover to cover there and then and gosh but I'd forgotten just how cool and funny and acute it is, and I speak as someone who is NOT a comix type of guy, Alan Moore excepted...

... and a river of LOVE SHINES through it ...

Various other stuff I've rediscovered or uncovered or remembered in the last few days ... :

· Cy Twombly
· Graham Sutherland
· actual old style Fabian Society era ANARCHIST tracts, e.g., THREE ESSAYS ON ANARCHISM by Charlotte Wilson {a fascinating woman and honorary History Lesson pawgirl ...}
· Another movie I didn't see when it came out but caught at the weekend on late night BBC2 and almost didn't bother sticking with it but was ultimately SO glad I did would you believe I actually nearly BLUBBED, twice, which is highly rare for me at all with current culture, current movies esp., and certainly not the very odd TEARS of i dunno JOY? SURPRISE? HAPPINESS? right at the end of the tres unheimlich adult fairy tale which is LAWN DOGS [John Duigan 1997]... {I ought to come back to this when I'm not two thirds asleep already...}
· James Leo Herlihy's original novel on which the overrated MIDNIGHT COWBOY movie was (blandly) adapted from: by Orpheus, what a revelation! Sublime, spare writing. It's just been reissued in paperback at a steal of a price and I URGE you to track it down. Even if you were never - to say the least - convinced by the film, even dislike it, especially Hoffmann in the first of his oh-puh-leez lower depths Method jobs ...
· my nu haircut!
· "Let's Get Lost" - Chet Baker
· "Blue Eyes Cryin In The Rain" - Willie Nelson
· VRS - Jimi Hendrix
· Calexico - not a band I've ever taken much notice of, but this new E.P. I got sent has two GREAT luscious moments: a note perfect, near-xerox but somehow (k)not, surging summer rain version of Love's ALONE AGAIN OR; and a lovely lovely CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA REMIX of a track called "Woven Birds" {which is a lovely title to begin with ... }
· CATCHPHRASE! Jhon Balance, opening track on COIL LIVE FOUR, controlled dementia, dream fragment risible & vivid & menacing & right :


... a-h, my concentration is really going now, I know there's more, much more, especially in the Bush Blair Conspiracy arena, but ... up the wooden stairs to Batailleshire i must now pad ...

night_night, all my (c)red headed strangers ...

posted by Ian 7/25/2003 02:10:00 AM

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Why did Tony Blair cross the road?
To get to GEORGE BUSH's side.

Why did Geoff Hoon cross the road?
To double cross the other side.

Why did Clare Short cross the road?
I haven't yet decided to cross the road at this particular juncture; but you can be sure that when I have reached a decision re road crossing it will be a manifestly correct decision, and a safe decision, and a publicity aware decision, taken in complete and proper consultation with the international pelican community ...

Why did Jack Straw cross the road?
I think you'll find I crissed the road, and it's typical of the BBC to insist on the exact contrary of my clearly stated aims and measures. I refer you to paragraph IV, subsection two, Focus Group Proposals For the Reduction of Crossing and the Implementation of Crissing in Dangerously Happy Enough Communities, with attendant reduction of all risk, ruin, pleasure and excess. Crossing is what brought about Old Labour's stagnation, ex parti partu, I need hardly remind you, and ...
[contd etc etc.]

posted by Ian 7/24/2003 09:55:00 AM

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