Friday, June 17, 2011
With opium and odalisques, cocaine and concubines, reefer and rent boys, Mandies and mescal, donuts and the doomed? Damn, I dunno. Do those things really happen or does Keith Richard just go home to bed these days because hell no longer follows him? Was all the terminal debauchery just a figment of the 20th century? I fear that may be the truth, in which case I can only pass along UK Steve’s reminder that tomorrow is “I Don’t Give A Fuck Day” and Tim’s final communique…
"LAST WARNING - HYDRANT, LONDON ROAD, BRIGHTON, TOMORROW NIGHT (FRIDAY 17TH JUNE) PARADISE 9 SUPPORTING MICK FARREN & THE LAST MEN STANDING (INC PINK FAIRIES & DEVIANTS). £8 & 8.30PM. BE THERE EARLY OR BE VERY VERY SAD - THIS MEANS YOU!!!!!"
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The secret words are Good Rockin’
Posted by Mick at 6/17/2011 07:40:00 AM
Posted by Mick at 6/17/2011 07:31:00 AM
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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The secret word is Stagefright
Posted by Mick at 6/16/2011 07:58:00 AM
And for those of who can’t make it down to Brighton for the fun, we offer (for your consideration as Rod Serling used to say at the start of The Twilight Zone) the odd idea that the secrets of the Great Conspiracy may be engraved on a humble Oreo cookie.
“The circle topped with a two-bar cross in which the word “OREO” resides is a variant of the Nabisco logo, and is either “an early European symbol for quality” (according to Nabisco’s promotional materials) or a Cross of Lorraine, as carried by the Knights Templar into the Crusades. Continuing the Da Vinci Code-theme, the Oreo’s geometric pattern of a dot with four triangles radiating outward is either a schematic drawing of a four-leaf clover or — cue the cliffhanger music — the cross pattée, also associated with the Knights Templar, as well as with the German military and today’s Freemasons.”
Posted by Mick at 6/16/2011 07:50:00 AM
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Folks have been emailing me wondering if I’m okay because I’ve rather been off the air for a few days. The answer is that I’m okay, if dog tired. The train takes the curve too fast. The planet is exploding. Gas vents. Wolves howl. Government agents know fear. Invertebrates double the medication and I ask myself why I keep on doing this as the band rehearses like a inspired maniacs. I have no answer but I do. It’s rock & roll. And I’ll be doing it this coming Friday at a pub called the Hydrant here in Brighton. Yes, my droogs. The big fabulous full-band warm-up show for Glastonbury is at The Hydrant in Brighton this Friday night and it’s going to be great – and then it’s on the Mists of Avalon (or the rock & roll equivalent.) Details follow as soon as I catch up and eat something.
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The secret words are Last Stand
Posted by Mick at 6/15/2011 04:07:00 PM