Saturday 26 December 2009

Wild Horses.


Yesterday I gave my step dad his christmas present. It was the Rolling Stones documentary 'Gimme Shelter' that covered the Stones US tour of 1969 and ultimately the Altamont free gig in San Francisco. I watched it on TV a few weeks back, but it was a friday night and I was a little drunk and it was just on in the background.

After getting home from christmas dinner at my aunties house we put it on. I've always loved watching the Stones live. Jagger just has this unbelievably ethereal quality to him. He's hypnotizing. Possibly the best rock documentary made, Gimme Shelter shows the build up to the Stones putting on the Altamont gig and how they had to organize it themselves. This is quite strange to watch today, in a time where Knebworth size gigs are ten a penny and organized by numerous sponsors who will flash their logo in every possible place. In '69 the Stones had to hire the Hells Angels to do the security for the gig, and 4 people were killed, one on film, in front of the stage. 

There's something about watching real footage that just gets me. I remember being at the Tate Liverpool a few years back to see a Chapman Brothers exhibition, but on the way up I went into a video room that was showing compiled footage of the cold war and the fall of Communism in the Soviet Union. It had harrowing footage of executions and battles. I've never felt the same emotions that I felt watching that. I felt sick, depressed, gutted, disgusted, but yet I couldn't leave. I felt, for some reason, like I had to finish watching it. Like I owed it to those people.

The concept of the Stones documentary seems so alien to me. The chance to hitch across the US to see the Stones, with no money but some friends and a pocket full of drugs. That's a pilgrimage that doesn't happen any more. Seeing the Stones members watching the footage of the gigs back, soon after it had happened, and seeing their reactions, is a key point to the documentary. They were responsible for the security of the audience, they arranged this huge gig that just failed to achieve what they wanted. They didn't try to justify themselves. To explain anything. But to push the boundaries of what has already been done and what can be achieved can be a fine line between success and disaster. 

Tuesday 22 December 2009

Monday 14 December 2009

I Still Remember.


I've travelled a lot. I've lived in a few different cities. I consider myself a lone ranger. I love being on my own, I love traveling on my own and consider myself, now, not to be reliant on anyone but myself. The build up to coming back to the north has been a bit surreal, as it will be the first time in perhaps a year or more that I've stuck around for more than a week or so, and can arrange to spend a decent amount of time seeing people I want to see.

It's funny how much I seem to forget. Like that PSP film I was in that was filmed 6pm to 6am 2 nights in a row at the Baltic in Newcastle, the one that had the amazing launch party and where I was told by one of the producers that he had to get the director sacked for filming me for his own personal use. Incidentally, I never got a copy of that film. The official one, I mean. Either of them! Or that shoot I did in May for free, for a friends company, and never got copies of the images. The one I heard was really successful. I haven't heard from her since. Remember that 3 car roadtrip we went on with only $150 each, including petrol money? I wish I'd have kept a written and drawn journal from that. Or that time we went to Dublin to see a band, spent the whole night in a pub drinking with some actors and the landlord, who let us stay inside until whenever we wanted to leave. You wanted to sleep on the balcony of the hotel room so pulled the armchair onto it and couldn't get it back inside in the morning. Driving up to Scotland in the middle of the night, pitch black, pouring rain, freezing cold, smoking a joint while driving while on the phone and accidentally turning your lights off when you tried to get your windscreen wipers working again. Remember that? I almost forgot. Almost forgot that I thought I was going to die that night.

This week has made me realize how random things and events are. The people I still see, the people I wish I could still see, the people I wasted my time with. Documenting things is something I've stopped doing. It puzzles me to think of how many photos other people have of me, in the background of some family photo shoot. There are things I've done, people I've known, that I'd like to keep some memento of. I have 3 or 4 shoe boxes in my bedroom of flyers, tickets, trinkets I've found on journeys. But nothing has been added for a while. Therefore I propose to myself that, from now on, I'm going to keep a journal for the times I spend away from home. If only for myself, so I still remember.

Thursday 10 December 2009

Wake Up.




"I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, for all I hear, I shouldn't like to." Oscar Wilde

Saturday 7 November 2009

My hero.


Heroes and iconography has always fascinated me. I love the idea of the idol. 

Friday 25 September 2009

Team work!


George booked the show, I did the illustration, Burrows did the layout. These posters look amazing and will be up around Canterbury very soon! Exciting times and more shows in the process...

Thursday 30 July 2009

Henry Sherman


My favourite of a series of paintings based on Royal Tenenbaums characters.

Number 1: Henry.

Saturday 27 June 2009

The last superstar.


Dangerous was the first album I continuously listened to on my first ever tape player. I knew all the words. Gone too soon was the only song played at my granddad's funeral. Past, present and future was played over and over on my first CD player.

Its sad to know that it takes a death to make people appreciate someone's achievements. R.I.P MJ!

Tuesday 21 April 2009

Wednesday 8 April 2009

Tuesday 7 April 2009

CHUD 2: Bud The Chud


Back in the motherland, nothing much has changed, apart from the odd new clock and the fresh flowers all over the house. My dog has put on more weight but apart from that, everything is the same, and that is why I like coming home.

Shopping, drinking, catching up with friends and birthday celebrations are the plans for this week. Ace.


Monday 6 April 2009

Almost Famous

Don't quite know what to make of the new Bat For Lashes album yet. But I'm pretty sure in a few days I'll think it's the best thing ever.

Back to the motherland tomorrow for a few days, busy busy.

Friday 3 April 2009

I demand to have some booze!


Just seen these pictures on the Guardian website, thought I would share.


Anyone who doesn't like Withnail and I is an idiot.

Blood Bank

Listen to Bon Iver.

Tuesday 17 March 2009

A celebration of William Goldman and his works.

I just watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid for what seems like the tenth time, but this more than any is a film that gets better and better. 

I first heard of William Goldman when his book 'The Princess Bride' was recommended to me by a friend as "the best book I have ever read". Hefty title, but once I picked it up I knew it would live up to expectations. Witty, dry and confronting conventions with every chapter, this was a fairy tale written by a modern man that put all others to shame. The sheer absurdity of the story only helped pull you in to it. This is a story that you have to let pull you along, to lead you to the ROUS and through the magnificently formed characters and settings.

Goldman also adapted the novel into the wonderfully charming film. A film that so resembles the book in narrative and character that I can't help thinking that where Goldman put similar fairy tales to shame with his book, so the film does with others of the same genre.

The script of Butch Cassidy is coupled with the amazing cinematography and use of sound, and complemented completely by the casting of Paul Newman and Robert Redford. A more compatible duo could never be found. The script never falters, like the actors, and every sentence screams to become famous quotations. Some films are lucky in the sense that all aspects of film making fall together and compliment each other. This is one such film.

The things I remember most from my 2 favourite creations by Goldman, are the characters. They fully form in your head more than any other writer can create. The characters of Butch, Sundance and Woodcock from Butch Cassidy, and Inigo Montoya, Westley and Fezzik from Princess Bride stick in your head for years afterwards, bringing a smile whenever thought of. 

There are, of course, lots of other books and films written by Goldman. These 2 are my personal favourite, worthy of a celebration. I am in the middle of my Goldman schooling, and I am planning on reading more of his novels.

So thanks, William Goldman, for showing me the top standard of creative writing.

Summertime Clothes / My Girls


Found this old scan that I thought I already uploaded but turned out I didn't. I thought I'd put it up as I've been listening to Animal Collective all day. Yeah, I'm cool.

Drawings of geese that I saw dueling in a river today and a cat I keep seeing in my dreams WILL get scanned and uploaded tomorrow. I have to say that or else I'll totally forget and/or just be too lazy to go and get them scanned in.

Fucking loving this weather! Please hold out!

Wednesday 11 March 2009

Verses of Comfort, Assurance and Salvation.

Some things are just too good to be true. 12th of April is my birthday, and on this day William Elliot Whitmore is playing in Margate. After he pulled out of the Nina Nastasia tour a few years ago I thought I'd never get to see him. This is amazing!!

Don't miss this!

Wednesday 14 January 2009