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Steve J

There are some corners of the universe that have bred the most terrible things....................th

About Me

I am a lazy-arsed sod who simply can't be bothered to write anything clever or witty in this space. I mean to say, I'm not selling anything, I don't have any music I'm peddling, and I don't feel the need to be friends with, for example, a heavy metal band from California who I've never met, and am unlikely ever to meet (if my luck holds out).
Oh! Do us a favour will you? Assuming you aren't a heavy metal band from California or something similar, and if I've met you I'll probably be your funny old Myspace friend too.
However, please remember my mind is broken. I don't have a one-track mind, despite what has been said. I actually have an eight-track mind, but you just can't get the tapes any more.
For this reason, I have difficulty in knowing that something called 'Rain of Terror" with a few abstract pictures of flowers on their page, and who is requesting to be my nice, new, shiny, sad-cyber-friend, is Phil Gardener, who I've known for years and recently met again, quite by chance in a pub in Luton.
I think I may have refused to be friends with some people that I have met because I didn't know it was them. So if you could let me know it is you, that would be dead handy.
So, anyway, now for the bit where I start peddling some music:
Yeah I know.....sorry.
I play with people called Cess and Rob and Charlotte and Tom and they got solo stuff or other bands and they are all great and there are other fantastic musicians knocking around and they are great too and they are mostly in my top eight and you should look at their pages make them your friends (they'll have anyone) and listen to and buy their music and go (or come) to their gigs and all that and stuff.
Will that do chaps?
I am essential to the working of the above mentioned as I have a nice hat, a pliant nature and, most importantly, all the words written on a ream of creased and beer-stained paper to prompt the singers with.

My Interests

Custer!

Oh come on!
GENERAL: Custer!
Heavens above! I sometimes think my rapier wit is wasted on you lot, I really do.

I'd like to meet:

Heavy rock bands from America.
Any crap bands from America, or anywhere else come to that.
Oh go on, be my friend do.
Oh I don't get nearly enough of those kind of friend requests.
Please.
Or some beautiful women I've never seen with links to porn sites on their pages.
Yeah, yeah more of that stuff.
It really is what I'm here for.
I love it.

Please note that the above is intended to be sarcastic, so for the dimmer bulbs among you, I really want the opposite of what I've written.

Music:

THE BEATLES and everything else good that I like.
And don't you look at me like that.......I'm not about to sit here and type in the names of bands or artistes that I like the music of.
Especially as the only people who are going to read any of this stuff probably know me already, and ergo have a sketchy picture of the stuff what I be liking already.
And what if I listed Elton John in this dinky little box? What then?
Unless I also write the now legendary all-encompassing phrase:
"No, the early stuff is alright,.....the first couple of albums....."
........then it might be thought (and let's face it, just one person being under this tragic misconception would be an unacceptable state of affairs), that I liked 'I'm Still Standing', or worse, that bloody awful, saccharine travesty, the Princess Diana version of 'Candle In The Wind'.
Honestly, opening a song with the line 'Goodbye England's Rose....' about a person, cos that's all she was, especially one who was supposed to be a personal friend of his, is ludicrous. 'England's Rose'.............it's SO overblown. She was a celebrity, famous for once being royal, she was also hopelessly Bulimic, with a weakness for rugby players and military types (surely the worst kind of macho goons) and, if rumour has any credence, the proud owner of an expensive cocaine habit.
I s'pose you have to admire her media savvy when, despite using every opportunity to obviously toady up to the 'great' British public (Ha!), they break out in some mass hysteria and talk of 'The Peoples Princess' (don't even get me started on that epithet, she certainly wasn't MY Princess, and in fact I get on tolerably well in life without a Princess to my name) when she snuffs it, which I found unsettling in the extreme.
I've been unfortunate enough to have been told that she 'touched all our lives', well she didn't touch mine unless she drugged me heavily first and touched it in a very sly and shuffly way that was imperceptible to my senses.
Nothing against her personally, sorry if you like her lots.

I actually only like a couple of Elton songs from the early days, so you see how misleading it could be?
I don't suppose I could in all conscience leave this prettily bordered section without a typically excessively florid discourse on the dear friends of mine that make up The Moon Music Orchestra. Each one a fine chap in their own right, purveying their wares, pimping themselves on this very world wide website, and making some incredible music in their spare time.
Now, of course, all subsumed into the behemoth that is The Holy Moon Music Orchestra, and rightly so. Long live the Warriors of Love:
Daniel Orcese.
Robert Jesse.
Tom Lammiman-Hinkley.
Danny DC
Charlotte King
,,,,and ME!

Honourable mentions and our most aggressive loving goes to....
Findlay Brown.
Simon Lord.

Barbarossa (James Mathe)
...all part of the MMO extended family.........
........whether they like it or not.

Splendid chaps all!

Aaand 'chaps' can mean female chaps too, before anyone gets arsey.

Television:

Things from the televisual smorgas-board that you may or may not have heard of, such as:
Big Deal
Survivors
A Very Peculiar Practice
The Mighty Boosh
Till Death Us Do Part (Yep, I know, morally suspect, but ..on inspection the most anti-rascist and left-wing thing on the box at the time. Totally out of order yet bloody hilarious in a shock value anti-PC way).
The fantastic BBC4 music output is worth watching too.
I feel I should also mention my abhorrence of TV advertising. A cancer on the carcass of television which I (amusingly to my friends and family) avoid at all costs. Not that I have much need to go near them these days, I mean have you SEEN the ITV lately?

Books:

Oooh.......Dickens. I adore Dickens. 'Great expectations' is a masterpiece, brilliant! So is 'David Copperfield', and 'Martin Chuzzlewit' is quite handy too.
'A Tale Of Two Cities' is heavy going though.
Hardy......'The Mayor of Casterbridge' was fantastic.
'Wuthering Heights' Tasty.
That Stephen Fry can write a bit an' all.
Lots more but I need to go to work. I'll ramble more later.
Later my children.
Later.

Heroes:

No-one is worthy of my hero worship. Real people are disappointing. Prove me wrong if you can. Fictional people on the other hand are reliable, honest, fantastic, brilliant and, at their best, Gallifreyan.