Thursday, May 09, 2013

IT’S HERE…


The affordably priced, large format paperback, of my greatest hits is now on sale. The blurb says…

"Mick Farren has spent more than four decades in the thick of the culture wars as a commentator, activist, essayist, poet and performer. Being a founding figure in the 1960s underground press, who was forced to defend his work at The Old Bailey, might well be sufficient laurels on which to rest, but, instead, he careered on through the London birth pangs of punk, the intoxicated madness of Lower Manhattan under Ronald Reagan, plus earthquakes and urban insurrection in Los Angeles. Here he shares some of his greatest stories with some of rock's most iconic people."

And, if you don’t believe the blurb, here are some clips of me reading short snatches of the book. Sadly I look like a bit of a chubby bastard and my vanity is not happy. It’s a bit of a bad angle and I was also on steroids at the time for my lousy cigarette-damaged lungs.

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The ebook of my first very novel is now on sale for just two quid. Click here to learnall.



THEY DON’T CALL IT DOPE FOR NOTHING












According to St. Petersburg police, 34-year-old Jarvis Sutton of St. Petersburg, Florida, called 911 approximately 80 times on Sunday for some Kool-Aid, weed and burgers to be delivered to him. Sutton admitted to making the calls. When the cops arrested him, he actually started to gnaw on “the foam attached to the metal caging in the back of a police cruiser.”


THE FROZDICK FAMILY

















Leo Frozdick was the only one with the right idea and a bicycle.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

A TASTE OF NUCLEAR NOSTALGIA




















I don’t know if this tale from Dangerous Minds is true but it’s a great story that I’ve heard in one form or another since I was a pre-teen waiting for the final warning. (And if Iran or Israel get stuck in we may be going through it all again.)

"Here’s a little quiz for you: What’s the less obvious message this fallout shelter sign communicated to early-to-mid-60s Jazz musicians and Beatniks? Psst, it has very little to do with the Cold War…That’s right, to more bohemian types, these once familiar signs were a loud and clear dog whistle that there were very likely government-issued narcotics, free for the taking, inside that building. I come from a family that includes professional musicians, and so I had heard of this “legend.” Is it true?
Back in the 60s and even into the 70s, we all wondered not if we’d die in a nuclear holocaust, but when. With both Soviet as well as American nuclear arsenals pointed at each other, a loud sneeze by Dr Strangelove could set everything off and then, before you know it,  those of us unlucky enough to survive would all be plunged into the middle of nuclear winter a la Cormac McCarthy’s The Road." (Click here for the whole story.)

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Although -- while the kid has a private plane -- Dad seems to have forgotten to stock up on food, drink, weapons and everything else .Click here for Fallout The Video