Friday, April 25, 2008
“I'm askin' ya, where's that squealin' son of yours? [weird laugh] You think a squealer can get away from me? Huh? [crazy laugh] You know what I do to squealers? I let 'em have it in the belly, so they can roll around for a long time thinkin' it over. You're worse than him, tellin' me he's comin' back, ya lyin' old hag! [maniacal laugh]”
People have been emailing me saying that Nick Cave has copped my semi-spoken vocal style for his new “Dig, Lazarus, Dig”. Me? I kinda a doubt it. What would Cave need with a trick from my worn bag even I was on his radar? I’m sure he came to the thing by his own route, but it’s a nice. Judge for yourself.
The secret word is Aggrandizement
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The illustration above is by Jett, a real good pal of hours. He asked me if I thought a series of paintings of Lovecraft’s Dark Gods would be commercial, and I told him that they were infinitely commercial, and I hope when Jett has more, he will give me a link to the gallery that I can post.
Meanwhile, I have received some excellent links. Bob Dylan in a special version of Hard Rain. A web page devoted to Jones, the cat in the movie Alien. A dancing lesson by James Brown. A battlefield account by me of the great 1968 Grosvenor Square, anti-Vietnam demonstration, and (if the wasn’t enough ego) a short snatch of a performance by me and Andy Colquhoun earlier this year at an art gallery where the sound sucked. And finally Boss Goodman pontificates on drugs.
And even more finally, the Deviants have contributed a new working of “Lost Johnny” the old song I wrote with Lemmy to a Motorhead tribute CD. Click for details.
The secret word is Nyarlathotep (the Crawling Chaos)