Sex. Drugs. Rock 'n' Roll, although it depends on how I wake up in which order. Goats. Rockin' out 'til I make ears bleed. Rickenbackers. Vox AC30's. Surfin' the psychic highway. Dolly birds in Kaftan's groovin' 'round a Larva lamp... Backwards guitars, Revolver. American Garage 1966/68 and the Brits who made it happen. The Mellotron Mk.II. Kate Winslet, who lets face it; is a fine bit of skirt in anybody's book. Problem is, she always grabs too much of the duvet and leaves me in the soggy patch. Sophia Myles ain't far behind, but she leaves crumbs in the bed. Jug's a'Plenty, Big Charlies. Mammoth Norks. I'm TOO 'Shaftodelic', me. Birds, Crumpet, Totty, Flap. OOoooh, i'm such a randy sod. No, honestly; i'm a right fruity bugger. Laughing at all the pond-life who can't match me in the recording studio or the sack. My insatiable desires, and vast lyrical and musical prowess. Rugby Union. Lifetime supporter of Harlequins. Does anyone out there collect STD's?
Myself coming back, Syd Barrett, Hendrix and Johnny Lennon. I'll have to wait for a bit though. Probably not too long either. 'Genius of a god, Liver of Oliver Reed.' I would also like to meet the hack's and journo's who voted me,'The finest exponent of the Rickenbacker 360/12 in the Northern hemisphere...' Well, Roger McGuinn plays 370/12 so you may have a point, but who's the pilgrim in the 'Southern hemisphere'? And when do I get to play the fucking arse off him? I'd also REALLY like to meet the kindly gent who half inched one of my Rics in Hereford a while back to feed a smack habit. I'm going to enjoy that. And Brother Mince -(Please see homepage for full sickening story at the usual www.talkingtrees.com) I'm a right fucking charmer, me.
Yessss, it's A niiice. First album release 'S/T' in 2002, one nomination for album of the year, 2 album of the month's. Second album 'delusionland' released 2006. Third mini-Album (6 Tracks)'REVOLATION' release date Feb. 08 www.talkingtrees.com I should be made King, me. My shit don't stink. Absolute A1 Genius songwriter, guitarist... the list is endless... I'm thinking about THE top albums of all time. It'll be well worth a look, because it'll be far superior and knowledgeable to any shit you lot could ever hope to come up with! O.k, let's start,(in no particular order)WATCH THIS SPACE! 1. Revolver - The Beatles 1966 2. The Doors - The Doors 1967 3. Surrealistic Pillow - Jefferson Airplane 1967 4. Tangerine Dream - Kaleidoscope 1967 5. Odessey & Oracle - The Zombies 1968 6. The Who Sell Out - The Who 1967 7. Younger Than Yesterday - The Byrds 1967 8. The White Album - The Beatles 1968 9. The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn - Pink Floyd 1967 10. After Bathing At Baxter's - Jefferson Airplane 1967 11. The La's - The La's 1990 12. Rattus Norvegicus - The Stranglers 1977 13. S.F. Sorrow - The Pretty Things 1968 14. Forever Changes - Love 1967 15. Face To Face - The Kinks 1966 16. Grave Disorder - The Damned 2001 17. The Notorious Byrd Brothers - The Byrds 1968 18. IMAGINE - John Lennon 1971 19. Kontiki - Cotton Mather 1999 20. Love is - Eric Burdon & the Animals 1968 21. Skylarking - XTC 1986 22. Songs For A Tailor - Jack Bruce 1969 23. Hunky Dory - David Bowie - 1971 24. Bee Gees' 1st - Bee Gees - 1967 25. Time Out! Time In For - Them - 1968 26. Murmur - R.E.M - 1983 27. Daisies Of The Galaxy - Eels - 2000 28. Faintly Blowing - Kaleidoscope - 1969 29. Sgt. Pepper - Beatles - 1967 TOP SINGLES(In no particular order) - Watch This Space! 1. I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night) - The Electric Prunes 1967 2. Arnold Layne - Pink Floyd 1967 3. Eight Miles High - The Byrds 1966 4. I Can See For Miles - The Who 1967 5. 7 and 7 is - Love 1966 6. There She Goes - The La's 1989/90 7. Paperback Writer - The Beatles 1966 8. I Feel Fine - The Beatles 1964The WILDSHINE label. Talking Trees' paradise. I own it.
Angelheart - Acers... Stalingrad - Harrowing to say the least. Shaving Ryan's Privates. There is a rumour that I had a lead role in 'Biker Goats Shave Naughty Boys'. It's all LIES I tell you... They should make a bloody film about your's truly. Or my Trousers.
I'm sick to fucking death of it, to be honest. Boring corporate brain washing crud. But I like SpongeBob SquarePants. I've got a cuddly Count Duckula sitting on it and the pictures always green. Telly puts worms in yer brain. 'Politically correct',(and highly controlled) old fanny. Fucking rotten bollocks, that's what it is. You'd think with all the tripe on they could at least have an evil channel devoted to goats.
I've written two, yes. Pity I can't fucking read. Poetry. Pop-up books about goats. With the hours I put in, d'yer think I got time to put me beak in a book? Vulcan.
Any Goat of Any kind. My better half for putting up with me, and what I do. Me. For pissing off every middle class wanker who just strolled into a career 'cos daddy PR's for a major. Then they make bold statements about how tough it's been and how they were 'discovered' because of their talent. Lying cunts. You can't hold a match to me, let alone a candle. Or your tiny flaccid penii.