Music, musical equipment, the internet, Star Wars, working on my greatness.
Dreamin' 'bout being a drunk French sailor, pinching girls' bottoms, drinking cheap rum, putrifying with Knob Rot and being rude to Americans in Paris.
I'd like to meet:
Sleazy comic store owners
people in their 60s who still live at home with mother
life's failures
drunken sailors
the morally bankrupt
those who are home wearing scruffy macs in Soho
Men who find dates from advertising in London phone booths
Amsterdam window shoppers
People who'll believe every word of my quack self-help advice
JOSIE, ha ha, but only for a breath of fresh air from the stench of human flotsam & jetsam
J. Alfred Prufrock
I collect society's dregs, drunks and drop outs. But only extended the arm of friendship to the interesting ones.
ATTENTION FUCK-WIT MUSICIANS!
Pay VERY close attention.
I'm fussy and very much a music snob. If I seek out your band and ask for a request, I genuinely like your music. That's to be expected.
If you are in a band, sending friends requests willy-nilly, expect criticism. I give no points for effort. Oh and I won't be constructive either.
There you have it. My profile, my rules. Don't like 'em? Don't add me then bitch when I hurt your feelings.
Music:
Bowie, The Who, Waits, Coltrane, Davis, Stranglers, Kinks, u2, Television, the Smiths, Brel, Velvet Underground, Captain Beefheart, Stax, Tamla, Gainsbourg, 60s garage bands, Lower East Side during the mid-70s, early 80s new wave and a load of hip shit at the mo' which is strange as I hate and fear new things.
Movies:
Charlton Heston's Planet of the Apes, whatever Park Chan Wook feels like making, Delicatessen, The City of God, Amelie, Kill Bill V1 & V2, LOTR, The Original Star Wars trilogy, It's a Wonderful Life, Dirty Harry, Sergio Leone Spag. Westerns with Clint Eastwood.
Television:
The Simpsons, Family Guy, ER, Father Ted, Lost, Sopranos, My Name is Earl, America's Next Top Model and TV what learns me shit.
Books:
Off the top of my head Fight Club, 1984, James Ellroy's the Big Nowhere, LA Confidential, White Jazz and Black Dahlia, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Papillion, L'Etranger, Candide, Ulysess, Lord of the Rings, Bukowski, Easton Ellis, Joyce, Will Self, JG Ballard, Orwell, Douglas Adams trilogy over 5 books, American Psycho. A few more will no doubt spring to mind.
Heroes:
Cynthia For reasons that should be patently obvious to all and sundry, the fair Cynthia is top of the list. You've read my profile. Anyone who can put up with this shit 24/7 is more than a hero, a legend, goddess, whatever. All the superlatives seem somewhat too mundane. All hail.
David Bowie. Any many who can abuse his body as much as this guy and still look as handsome as his does at 57 has to admired. Did I mention his music is brilliant too?
Morrissey. In a world of prissy pop, it is great to have an aloof voice for the sake of aloofness and art for art's sake.
Jimmy Stewart. What can I say? He was the highest ranking civilian member of the air corps, a real life war hero who dished out punishment on the Nazis from the skies flying over 25 missions, he starred in some of my all time favourite movies. He was genuinely a decent punter, a man to be admired.
Serge Gainsbourg He did it his way and how! Penned a Eurovision winner for an underage France Galle to sing. It was called "Les Sucettes", she thought it was a lovely song about lollipops. It wasn't it. Told Whitney Houston live on French TV that he wanted to fuck her. What a gent
William Shatner musician, actor, all round odd ball. Any man who can make Morrissey laugh, not even smile, bt laugh on live TV is a legend in my book. All hail the Shat Man.
Janice Dickinson She tells it how it is. Janice, bestill my heart with your lightsaber tongue.
Gordon Ramsey & Simon Cowell Ah just read my blog
