Totally back on the Durrell! And having to absorb its slinky poison word play in an even slinkier French coffee house in the back streets off of Holloway Road where the Parisian language is the order of the day and gorgeous French House is pumping into the room. I’m taking this absconding moment for the absolutely beautiful transient blessing it is, Bon fucking jour indeed xxx
Reviews & Schmooze 2
Brilliant review-poem for my debut novel “The Nudniks of 1977” in the latest online issue of IT / International Times by writer, poet , critic David Erdos .
https://internationaltimes.it/kvetch-and-care/
In 1977 - or even a few years before — IT and OZ magazine were the rags that counted in a counterculture picking up the pieces of a revolution that ran out of steam early .
Still one step ahead of what would become punk — their dazed and anarchic pages filled-in gaps in this nudnik kids autodidact education . And I can safely say that true punk attitude was seeded by these seditious and always angry tomes .
So total mitzvah for this full-circle moment — seeing this beautiful review in IT online.
Head over to their website & viddy it propa as these photos cropped the crap outta it !
& you can pick up a copy of the novel right now from @spinnerszine — by visiting my Linktree up there ⬆️
Graphic Novel / Comic coming very soon with astounding Nudnik artwork from @thedigitalassembly & @beyondtheapplecart & loads of SkUm’s back pages
Big shout out to @_johny_brown_
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Could there be a more self conscious studiously considered bank holiday Sunday morning than sitting in Cafe Oto reading Classic Myths in Art by the long neglected much misunderstood but absolute Goddess honey of her time Julia Addison! I would hope if she was around today she might make the listings or the bookshelf of this noted emporium anyway the coffee is good the chatter lively the shade welcome and they are playing some very nice obscure American pop music that is kind of Beach Boys aligned… a cool move for a Sunday morning… love to all you cats out there whatever you may be up to and fuck those nasty Nazi trolls forever
Happy Friday all you absolute cafe haunting street watching work shirking sexy as fuck Sun Lovers wherever you’re headed whichever way you fancy going with soul or style or however you want to carry your good bones and splendid minds… Get it down and go with it and just enjoy with utter love, etc
It’s taken me a while to process all this but wow, here goes…. A week and a bit ago one of my best pals passed on and it didn’t really hit me until tonight but yes here it is bang in the middle of a supreme old skool set by Carl Cox at a Prodigy gig I was attending care of the beautiful John Fairs. The friend who passed is John Stores and between us we talked through a whole load of old man ill health shit these past few years but we also shared a deep love of music and had many many mad escapades down the years. John was meant to be coming down for this gig and we were looking forward to it immensely, and then, bam, my pal is gone…. Numb would definitely be the word but revelling in Carl Cox’s set tonight I had a distinct flashback to a night post Rezerection (the immense Newcastle rave put in by the aforementioned mr John Fairs) and we were absolutely buzzing down on the coast afterwards walking along the sea front walking at speed to a party at a lad called Biscuits house… 4am freezing cold and John Stores looking sideways at me and repeating over and over with a big g grin n his face ‘hardcore hardcore you know the score’ and there he was tonight repeating the same thing over and over, it was a moment for sure and tears spilled and spines shivered. John you were a beautiful cat and remain so… you know the score, go easy son
