talking rubbish, using psychoanalysis to ruin films for my dear friends, deconstructing the racist undertones of my childhood movies (anyone watched Ghost again recently?) Rocking Out in my kitchen, drinking tea, gazing out of windows, lying on the ground, working on the greatest lasagne recipe in existence, geeking off with my loved ones, eroticising childhood stories and nursery rhymes, all forms of cheese, exploring alternative states with my friend the herb, unnecessary high-fiving, making phonecalls from the bath, slapsies, being a kickass mom, lifting people, getting the fuck on down, trawling through markets, cooking up a storm, hot soapy baths, alone or otherwise, wanking, intending to begin a proper blog, pretending i know the rules to poker, talking to myself, cooing at my fishies, narrating the inner thoughts of my fishies, photocopying, corresponding with the Bear, humming, fantasising about stationary, smoking the occasional fatty-boom-batty, whispering (especially by accident), being friendly to strangers, avin a dance, concocting delicious sandwiches, having a good clean, deconstructing disney films, populating my complicated fantasy life with colourful characters, and thinking.
it doesn't matter what i put in this box...the same tedious assembly line youngsters seem to ache for my myspac companionship. so here, enjoy some Goatboy magic... ..
the pixies, ry cooder, david bowie, mozzer, tom waits, polly harvey, the flamin lips, metallica, bjork, Roxette, Rufus and Martha Wainwright, nirvana, massive attack, alice in chains, pearl jam, portishead, gorgeous george michael, the smiths, snoop dawg, devendra banhart, the beach boys, the beastie boys, anything masquerading as a gang of boys in fact, fleetwood mac, antony and the johnsons, the lemonheads, cocteau twins, jeff buckley, laura nyro, brand new heavies, jurassic 5, blackstreet, eurythmics, smashing pumpkins, hole, sidi bou said (and all that riot grrrl shiiit. uhhuh my right on sistahs!) lyle lovett, lucy pearl, placebo, Van the Man before he got fat and rubbish, the manic street preachers before they got fat and rubbish, blur, albarn's other band elastica (i fucking love Frischmann though), radiohead, captain beefheart, the band, clap your hands say yeah, tricky, annie lennox, mariza, jimi tenor, beck, ben folds five, steely dan, half man half biscuit, mouse on mars, countless other weird and wonderful things... oh, and mostly my dearest dearest friend Phil Burdett. mainly i quite like silliness in all forms. ..
the usual shit - Cronenberg, Van Sant, Aronofsky, Jarmusch, Coen brothers, Almodovar. obviously, given my penchant for psychoanalysis, i'm so excited about the new Lynch that i may very well wee myself.
i've discovered a penchant for anti-media media - Screenwipe, Time Trumpet, Broken News...I love Supernanny (obviously) and all tedious reinvention progammes, Channel 4 News for Jon Snow's integrity, BBC news for Fiona Bruce's integrity, Shameless, anything by Chris Morris, The Day Today, Jam, Brasseye, Nathan Barley, anything starring Mark Heap, Jam (again), Spaced, Green Wing, Newsnight Review when i need pretentious drivel, anything with the genius of Justin Lee Collins on centre stage, really REALLY explicit Channel 5 documentaries about fucking, Derren Brown, and documentaries about insects. i find myself glued to dreadful lifestyle TV - Beat the Bailiffs, Faking It!, that kind of stuff, and i'm becoming concerned for my sanity. i also shout quite a lot at adverts, but it doesn't seem to do any good.
i read. a lot. you could say its almost my job...freud, jung, burroughs, huxley, vonnegut, hughes, poe, douglas, butler, goodman, halberstam, lear, carroll, atwood, kulick, joyce...all sorts of books bring pleasure of different flavours into my life. sometimes its the withering insight of an innovative ethnography, or it may be the biblical lessons of the dangers of gluttony in The Very Hungry Caterpillar. sometimes i just hang at the library, smelling the parchment, caressing the spines, absorbing the gentle hum of wisdom and reflection...i fancy most librarians and flirt outrageously with them at any opportunity.
no need.