Art:making wanky art films, dangerous edged weaponry and painting stuff...and..things. I also like making stupid songs, messing around with my hair-and associated products, photography, comedy, sword fighting, prancing like a tit, cutting the sleeves off of things, shoes (who doesn't have a shoe obsession?), clothes and sandwich. I have an affinity with sunglasses: they understand me, dancing like a twat (the initiated amongst you will know that this is VERY different from prancing like a tit), and people. People are fascinating- I'm lucky enough to know some of the best people in the world and yet the streets of every town seem to be full of slack-jawed morons and raving yahoos. Luck or fate? Go figure. I also believe that we can learn a lot from owls- to whit: to woo (eh ladies?)
Will Self, Hunter.S Thompson, Stephen Fry, Miyamoto Musashi, Tom Waits, Jonny Depp and Byron- considering that three of them are dead, I'm well prepared for disappointment. I temper this with also wanting to meet my friends- even though I've met them before, but if I didn't want to meet them again it'd kinda be a waste of time being friends, wouldn't it? I met David Bowie once at an exhibition I was helping a friend to prepare- I didn't know who was behind me giving me advice, but the screen I was lifting was REALLY heavy, so I told him to fuck off- NOW I AM THE MASTER.
Too many to name but including: Tom Waits, David Bowie, Robots in Disguise, Iggy and the Stooges, Bauhaus, Adam and the Ants, Siouxie and the Banshees, New Young Pony Club, The Sharons(Oi!), Miss Nicuragua, The Knife, The Personnel, Dali's Car, Aphex Twin, Art Brut, Arnold Schoenberg (dischord a go-go!), The White Strpes, Peaches, Gary Numan, Blondie, Duran Duran, Ladytron, Parliament, Ivor Cutler, Goldfrapp, Le Tigre, The Faint, Wonk Unit, Ladytron, Marilyn Manson, Pixies, The Smiths, Schubert, The Ramones, Simian, The Lilt Man, Siouxie and the Banshees, White Rose Movement, 80's Matchbox B-Line disaster, Japan, The Cure, Dogshit Eye-Blindness Disease, Protocol, Hot Chip, Kate Bush, Nick Cave, P J Harvey, 2 Many DJs, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Thomas the Tank Engine(the Felix Da Housecat mix) etc..etc... But in all fairness, the sweetest sound in the world would be the sound of Robbie Williams, The Pussycat Dulls, Girls Aloud and all those of their ilk, in a skip- on fire.
Blade Runner, Cyrano de Bergerac, The Hudsucker Proxy, George Romero's 'Dead' series, Ghost in the Shell, Nightwatch, Natural Born Killers, Crybaby, Pi, Downtown '81, Pandora's Box, Belle DuJour, The Hunger, Happiness, Storytelling, Before sunset/ Before sunrise, Fear and Loathing, Footloose etc. etc. etc... I seem to be able to watch any number of shitty low-budget films- there always seems to be something, no matter how infinitessimal, in them that makes them worth watching...maybe I'm just a masochist. I hate the general Hollywood romcom-There's nothing wrong with romance, or sentimentality-and if it's handled well I'll cry like a weeping motherbitch. The trouble is that people are growing up on this boiling crap and it becomes an ingrained expectation that life's going to be like that and everything will turn out fine in the end. It won't: we all die alone, upside-down in a pub toilet, so deal with it-yer lily-livered, caramel kidneyed land-lubber! YARR!
Family Guy, The Mighty Boosh, Snuff Box, Brass Eye, Jam, The Day Today, Lee and Herring, Garth Merenghi's Darkplace, Vic and Bob, The IT crowd, Charlie Brooker's Screen Wipe, Green Wing, Peep Show, Black Books, Futurama, Nighty-Night, old spider-man(it's rubbish!), the Stone Tape, The Tomorrow People, Felicity Smams, Monkey- that's about it-realistically, I've got most of it on DVD so I don't have to actually watch TV. Which is good because you can take 'reality' tv shows (a contradiction if ever I heard one) and too cool for school, slick american dramas with laconic voiceovers and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR FUCKING ARSE.
Will Self, Hunter S Thompson, The Argos Catalog, Milan Kundera, Thompson Local, William S Burroughs, Agrippa, Poppy Z Brite, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Miyamoto Musashi, P.G. Wodehouse, Edward Gorey, George Orwell, Kurt Vonnegut, Jean Paul Sartre , Stephen Fry and Dr. Seuss are among my favourites- though if you have any suggestions-let me know. I crave the wood-pulpy goodness of the written word- it helps with my insomnia.
As bowie said "we could be heroes, just for one day"-of course he was already a hero by then and as for the rest of us, well...he was just off his tits at the time. His heart was in the right place though...and he's a bromley boy after all. However, if he'd been riding on battle-cat from he-man at the time, I would've fallen down and declared him our saviour. Aside from that: Mr.Tumnus-In a boob-tube, on a choirmaster's lap. Baah!