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About Me

SCALALAND still exist in someone's imagination, and that imagination is vivid and good. Somewhere there's a place for us, close your eyes etc. Richard emigrated to Australia and had babies. I didn't. Anyway there was one mid-90s album on U2's Mother Records, BREATHING DOWN THE NECK OF MEANING. It was utterly fucking marvellous, was ignored or patronised, and as I'd spent two years giving it my every last drop, agonising over every note and syllable, believing beyond belief, it pretty much killed me as any kind of creative force. I am but a bitter burned-out husk of a man now in truth, waiting, like all of us in time, for the guillotine to fall. Some of the unreleased stuff was special too and may be rotated here (big thanks to sir anthony reynolds). The snake in the "Snow White Lies" video is (for) real, as is the child. Prior to this there was CATWALK, raised by panthers and dropped from a great height by jaguars, which was primarily about channelling the spirit of Bolan & Ziggy, about six months before Suede came along and gazumped my hand-picked producer. Like Gene Pitney trying to escape the domineering shadow of 24 Hours From Tulsa we have to put Snow Leopards etc here, or else people ask where it is, because Kim's on it and it has a facile chorus that folks seem to like. Peace. Leopard Messiah x..

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Member Since: 7/11/2006
Band Members: Scalaland: Roberts, Richard Bell. Catwalk: Roberts, Ed Bueller, Kim Deal, Jonny Mattock, Hami, Sally... width="425" height="350" ..
Influences: Unhealthy
Sounds Like: Seventy five hummingbirds dabbing their pretty eyes as they flit across the corpse-strewn Cuyahoga, third week of August, torn between searing memories of the one that got away and an organic yet idealised yearning for the new. In the key of A.
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My Blog

THE GEMINI TRUST

I CAN'T keep the ghosts away from you like Daddy used to But I can keep coming back for more and more. It's a compromise when we open our eyes each morning And we let blankets of dreams fall to...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 07:52:00 PST

Morning Has Broken/ London

Woken by the cheery smile of The Ivorian post-woman, bearing parcels. And bills. We discuss Drogba's return to form for the third time this week. It is common ground. She trundles on her way thr...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:58:00 PST

Sound and Vision

For sound go here: www.hollowblue.com/panic.zip For vision go here: www.repetitionbowie.com x ...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 08:29:00 PST

The Haiku: Season Two

"What are you doing?" Knocking out a few haiku. "You are eccentric." "Again with the haiku?" I'm stockpiling. The weekend. "Ah. Lazy, yet not." "What are the subjects?" Everythi...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 09:01:00 PST

Previously on, THE HAIKU

HAIKU The end of summer Is not really a sad thing It's much worse than that * When spiders emerge For the dismal new season It can be a jolt* The kids back at school Students back at ind...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 08:42:00 PST

The Big Daddy Albatross

i. It was with some relish that, at five, a fatigued Ravel closed down the gallery for the night. It had been another dreary British winters day, with the white space where he worked playing host to a...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 10:10:00 PST

Scalaland

1 Sure, the view was impressive. When we got there, she said, So has it worked? Has it changed your life? I took a moment to consider her question. The journey, in the car, had been liberating. Then w...
Posted by Scalaland/Catwalk on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 12:08:00 PST