Apologies

Nick Cave - The Ship Song

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PTV Interview (Genesis P-Orridge & Peter Christopherson)

You cannae beat PTV TG or any of it. In these sad days after Sleazys death it all feels such a long time ago. Lady Jaye is gone, Jjohn gone too, so lets enjoy again a few Gristley moments. Listening to the message from the Temple, I feel that the spiritualisation of the orgasm and its subjugation through endorphins or destruction through opiates needs some rresearch. So many lives went from pursuit of orgasm to comfort in the arms of morphia, surely there is more.

Cosey Fanni Tutti at RBMA London 2010

Sleazy was trained says cosey, love to all throbbing gristle, even Genesis, wherever, whoever and whatever you are

Throbbing Gristle - Hamburger Lady

Sleazy RIP

Skree bullshit landfill site

The bullshit landfill site came about from the realisation that no one could spend more time looking at pictures than they could reading about them. At galleries it is certainly true that more time is spent redaing tags next to art than looking at art. It is more relaxing in the clutter of today to hide in the order of words. However brutal they never gouge your soul out like a chunk of reality be it a bird, fish, dog turd or sculpture. I had become a word escapist, my commentry on my observations had become greater than the observation. Hence the recent fast, all language based thought has gone straight to the bullshit landfill site.

Steve Lazarides

The guy who got Banksy rich has been bringing to light some great work over the last decade, his gallerys' show during Freeze week was a highlight. I just have one qualm, its' the appropriation of the word 'Outsider'.
Outsider art has, was and always will be there, the term has been used for as long as I can remember usually to meen art not promoted through the established gallery network, work made by artists who don't watch the artworld. Great and noble stuff. I also like it when virtually an artist gets a break, loved seeing Banksy take off. I do find it hard to consider an outsider an outsider once they are in. Banksy is no longer a cutting edge anarcho figure but as entrenched in the buisness as Anish Kapour, this is no bad thing but you can't have it both ways. You end up sounding like Johnny Rotten still wittering on. How could he have been so eloquent when young yet so dumb in middle age? Every dog has his day, Rotten had his, some are having thiers now and others have yet to have thiers. Failure, or a constant unrecognised progress, seems a far better way to preserve artistic integrity, take The Fall, imagine Mark talking to Lydon.

All that FDMA Bollocks

For anyone still interested. The gravity must have been less or the atmosphere thinner when dinosaurs ruled the Earth to support their vast bodies. The DMOU take over or the FDMA beginnings seems to have descended in to complexities beyond my understanding. I have just wanted it all to reach some, any resolution and hopefully return to some normallity. There is one persons views I would love to hear, the listmaster for his amazing brainchild seems endangered. It would appear that most neither care nor understand anymore, or is it only me? So, as such, just vote to get past the deadlock, those who want to impose organiseation and association on others will continue to organise. Let's hope the new 'organisation' is as good as the healthy disorganisation that has served us so well. Were disenters to have a steering body I would join. Struggling to understand those who can't tolerate mess or fail to understand how an organic compost of members has made DMOU something so amazing they daren't attempt to mirror the disassociation but seek to grab the horns of the wild beast and steer it in to a way they understand yet feeling the bullying, should I fail to succumb, will leave me isolated, I felt forced to 'yes' vote. All we can do with the self appointed steering committee at the top and the sniping from the fore lock tugging aspirants from below is hope that cream will rise to the surface through the turgid bullshit. Everyone brave enough to question the coup has been attacked as if they were anarchists rather than conservatives with a small 'c'. Anyone who thought it was a load of bradd pitt was made to feel a james blunt. This is the end of a great thing, its' put me off exhibitting with designer makers again. Why didn't they set up their own site with a link? why can't they see that all this voting towards an organisation is already killing why DMOU was so good? Oh well, I hope I am wrong.

Robin Day RIP

Today I saw this tubular steel polyprop chair, not quite a Day but close enough. Reminded me to post that during my lay off, the most well known British furniture designer of the 20th century died. I bet all of us have sat on one of his chairs. There is no greater acolade. Sold over 500,000,000. Beat that!

He judged Sit'95, an exhiition I was in, I didn't win, but did get to meet the fella.

Blackthorn

Tex 21st november 2010

Off His Trolley

Old Studio

Today I drove past my old studio, over the border in Wiltshire. The farm looked desolate, the locals away. My place, the place where I lived for a year, worked for several is now part of Liquid Glass. They knocked through the wall, the yard changed beyond recognition, the sycamore gone. I felt little nostalgia, only a few fleeting bad memories.

The Great Drought of 2010

The current drought has had all sorts of people phoning me up. I'm not really in that world anymore so am no help to anyone. I hear that a fungus has destroyed half the years crop. All the crap is being bashed out, hospitals are being inundated by people collapsing from all the cuts being used. I hope this proves an incentive for people to sort thier lives out. One word of warning, when things get sorted the strength will appear dangerously strong so, if you are still floating about, please take it easy or you'll be dropping like flies. Better still, use this time as a springboard to better times and a cleaner life. Come on, think about it, these have been the weakest three months for 30 years! You must be virtually there.

Royal Crescent

In response, you know who, I don't see it in that way at all, no betrayall of class roots. In leeds we lived in majesty, Spencer Place, Shepherds Lane even over in Hyde Park we lived in glorious victorian houses even when they were ripped in to bedsits. The staircase banister rooled down serpen like, the cornice dado rails, lighting rosettes, high ceilings, we were poor but lived in decadent majesty. As such Baths' Royal Crescent feels natural. A faded beauty, drunk teens, syringes, glue bags and beggars stagger past artists, actors, musicians. I miss Leeds but still like Bath. Stone masonry, Frome looks about to fall to Tesco. We are steady. I'm not that bothered really, never felt like anything but a tourist drifting through these places. My Dads working class aspirant, my Mother was mid class, I don't know what I am.

Early Success

Reading Bens' blog it is impossible not to feel that he has lost out on crucial parts of development. I hope you don't mind me saying Ben, I'm sure you will agree. I felt the same reading Alex James Blur book, he was a boy, went to college, then became a pop star. He has nothing to compare this against. You pick up on the same from premiership footballers, there is a gap of growth that only failure and just bouncing around life can deliver. Ben has a better grasp of the world than Alex or Wayne Rooney but I can't help but feel glad to not have missed out on my late teens, 20s and 30s. A lot happens between childhood and your 40s.
How Ben will readjust will, I hope, make fascinating reading. His prison blog will surely one day be a book and I hope he keeps writing. I believe h is well in to his PHD. We need the views of the marginalised and Ben has a unique voice. Catch up.

Ben Gunn

Regular readers will remember Bens' prison blog, the only blogging prisoner in Britain. He has been in jail for 30 years since he was 14, originally imprisoned for killing a friend in a fight he has not been given parole  largely due to questioning authority. His blog is a fascinating mix of diary thoughts, events, happenings along side commentry on issues regarding those society chooses to lock away. His observations are articulated well and offer an insight in to a world many don't see. He is finally being moved to an open prison which is long over due.

Home again

Take a month off the computer and you remember that no one you meet on line is real, you can say anything to them, they are but dust or smoke in the air from mid afternoon daggers of fading winter sunlight, less than addicts on your phone calling for charity, less than the mud on your shoes cause this at least soils your carpet, less than tissued fluid, less than sooty foil in your bin, less than memories of abandoned dreams, less than heartache, less than coal, less than benefit cuts to Cameron, less than Ainsley Harriot to David Haye, less than the click, click, click of a clipper in your living room as your guest screws the last dregs from perforated foil and horror sets in, dreams more cruel than reality. Give me my sofa, my duvet and my beer.
For I am home, ahhhh

David Haye wins

Ainsley Harriot who sold a year of crap boxing to the BBC that virtually put an end to boxing for terrestrial viewers through barely a punch and got battered by the Brit Heavyweight champion of the world David Haye

You really dont want this shit

What can strip a man to bare bone, a pair of lungs and a bunch of pulsing organs wrapped in a skin, bereft of the buffer of personallity or pretence. This soiled space shall reemerge though who can tell which man shall evolve? Dont do this at home!

Where the fuck have you been?

The common authodoxy is that being proliphic is the sole route to cultural significance. Lemmys Motorhead contradict this view. They only wrote 3 songs yet thier image stands strong.