Play Fredo 2. a ten time or some. Not rushin' a nos. 1. 20.52 Fredo finishes me off. Too many things to think on. Smash it... Best out on theme tune, peace and one love x. Apologies Clay Jug link fixed. Alll.... seven...
HIP-HOP time. Rep's from other genres, final Clash and late arrival NYE.
Fredo (2 DD) heads on, Clavish, comes, Jordan. J Hus/Koffee Repeat/ Brixton RA... Giggs and...y'get it.
Start, with one to beat.
The album became a seedy but redemptive, self‑contained world, where the drive for love led individuals down wrong turns into impersonal sex and imperfect drugs. There was no better microcosm of this than in one of the most unexpected hit singles of its era. “Any song,” Nick Kent wrote in the NME, “that mentions oral sex, male prostitution, methedrine and valium, and still gets Radio One airplay, must be truly cool.”
: Chris Roberts
: What happened when Lou Reed ditched New York for London, July 06, 2018
What happened To The Garden, That Was Entrusted To You...
Clay Jug come on. Like have taken the mick, with sense, yet older, and in the vibe? Stirs ya to marrow 'n bone. Question: have we engaged with, a Men's Mov.? Ain't so mad. (Sax in m'tent, mind.)
S'remember. Goes: Morrison / Leven / Walker / Secombe (?) Scott ? ...man at the end/ Clay Jug.
Clay Jug starts with Robert Bly reading Clay Jug by the 15th century India poet Kabir, at the end Mike Scott reads Osip Mandelstam’s He Who Finds a Horseshoe.
: Norman Lamont
: Jackie Leven: beauty in his wounds, January 17, 2018
Avenue B. The top pic. Remind, the NY's eve/morn., Off with Scott for his hit. Had to beat people back from the door and first opened. Nb., Speed-balls, not crack.
Of all the songs on Hunky Dory the Andy Warhol one was playing in my head through Art 'O' Level and essay on Andy Warhol / David Bowie failed to win the points and 'F'. Adding more and more paint to a black slab, went all-black. Great song, as Quintin Crisp so admired AH., is how little... and gain, so much adulation.
People forget today, forty years back no one cared about the lyrics to be of mind, shouldn't be said.
Crit., ya heart out but the song explains:
sacred realm of dream reality
What's that all about?
imagery/I'm living in a silent film...
Prissy-on accepting no-more. Times to beat-back the demand, we change meaning (words), and loose all sense and context? Done, and for, Y' Hear? We ain't, mustn't, and WON'T.
Mick Ronson. Guitar. Sound Spanish. Lightness of touch, flies along. More, less is more. Hangin' on the wall. Paintings, and JP (see below).
Tonight on my blessed bike ride to fav. peep in d'world, the majestic, Alone Again came on. The A's gave me some righteous licks for tonight's contender's clash. Bring thus:
It's explained that all relationship require a little give and take. This is untrue. Any partnership demands that we give and give and give and at the last, as we flop into our graves exhausted, we are told that we didn't give enough.
― Quentin Crisp.
QC on how to become a virgin? Something, Jordan Peterson says about the appreciation of art, on Biblical Series I: Introduction to the Idea of God.
Long-doin' post, off and on... throughout the day.
Twenty contenders and MJ's Top Twenty '20.
Back-trackin' and pressing on.
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn/Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery/I'm living in a silent film/Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality/I'm frightened by the total goal/Drawing to the ragged hole/And I ain't got the power anymore/No I ain't got the power anymore/I'm the twisted name in Goebbel's eyes/Living proof of Churchill's lies, I'm destiny/I'm torn between the light and dark/Where others see their targets in divine symmetry/Should I kiss the viper's fang/Or herald in the death of Man/I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought/And I ain't got the power anymore/Don't believe in yourself/Don't deceive with belief/Knowledge comes with death's release/Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah/I'm not a prophet or a stone age man/Just a mortal with potential of a superman, I'm living on/I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien/Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith/If I don't explain what you ought to know/You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo/I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought/And I ain't got the power anymore/Don't believe in yourself/Don't deceive with belief/Knowledge comes with death's release/Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah/Don't believe in yourself/Don't deceive with belief/Knowledge comes with death's release/Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Will we bow? The early church refused; causing persecution. The need to synchronise and embrace God plus Caesar, was the Govt. ask? In our day, history is the spell-on-us. One Must-Chant of lies, to the approval of the dictators.
Truth-ers -or- Liars? What goes? Accept, the cost, varies? A public figure, or employment and Gross Misconduct hanging over any controversial word.
UK Totalitarian 101 is pushing-through for a Hate Bill amendment, extending to any talking offence: Anywhere.
No More; home, alone.
The End Of Privacy/ Our Home/ Personal. Kabush to Freedom.
Line up: Crisp/ JP on Art / P.P. / and Evangelism In The Early Church.