The REAL sort...
That actually does "DM me for change" yer within....
And i can't even remember her name the total nuclear bomb of her indeed mushroom clouds away any mere label at their kitchen table
(big gun under the pillow)
Anyway all i know is that unfortunately one has to operate within ones own 'language' and as the fiftieth anniversary arrives of actually nuthin' changed except the 'cultural critics' got so much fatheaded, i mean them this age group...
not that i ever read comments much unless one is in certain Grande free environments...
(REMEMBER THE LARK BABE just a week or so ago!.. as there's something far worse than any silly Yank tv woman, arriving... the smug I'm cultured as i have a BBCcontract to whitter on about lil' birdies at dawn when i wouldn't have the first idea what they are for...dawn AFTER dawn....to put her irrelevance into perspective)
Anyway.... having been doing a rare enjoyable bit of online research and fair dinkum even if SOMEONE (later) should be banned blocked whipped off it for her 'Medicine' gig...
(As my elves both did agree.... if she weren't so serious and sponsored too....to belt around europe solo making videos about how she is so 'free' never mentioning the rentier class cash that pays for it... i bet her exeter landladyship, not .. even at a bit less than the 'market rate... that's what i call 'hate' even if to me fabulous comedy)
anyway fair diinkum it beganeth in that best ever year when the copyright knickers had time on their hands...
and i still wonder if Jinal was Bobbie's secret bum chum... i mean how on earth do you get THOSE tapes... right from the horses gob, plugged directly in to it
...surely some same ole unhippy privileged palling about
just like Presteigne where only certain buddies of them who had filled their trough with 43 grand of public money to build their new (hippy! bullshit just a get-the-girls, ploy of the old men from London with bellies and bumfluff) 'community' space got to the front of the queue
thats called a clique
anyway... it has to be said that the last fiveish years what an extraordinary time to be able to even go back and listen to siouxsi's losing her public cherry... and all sorts of stuff hidden in those bootleggers drawers...
How...ever... you see a pattern. That is so ignorant and unenlightened and indeed entirely inhuman. As humans operate not as musical 'affcianados' thing, indeed they never could think...
i saw one such recently
" and to think this [Stevie and his Voodoo i think it was, something The RAt could only ever dream of emulating - being free of everything bodily, like himself] ... was in parallel with all that dross released just at the same time...... WAng Chung, x y z...etc..."
nope... now there is a simple line - KAtie FForde perfect exaemplar... or thes enewage songs telling you how to be them, i belive the Swift thing deals out..
even if once GREAT singer Ellie Goulding - at first at least, born n bred just down the road from middle of nowehere i resided some years - at first she had that pure nowhere girl nuance and subtlety.. that as parent of another local lassie one of course has to explore so as to educate via affinity...
... but then begun that awful uncultural habit of you can be as happy as me, in her videos, whilst her copyist was not even in the swift hatchery...
anyway... real culture may in fact take even longer than Thommy's Extinction to be realised as radical true menacing genius, and even if i almost never watch any video (last audio or was it one before - paper, audio, video is THE order of retention always will be always has been....... the latter being 99.9% of the time awful distraction as any sane person knew the moment their vile MTV came out)
i mean what perfect art in fact if you factor in some awful thick producer wringing his hands at how he's going to capture the new burgeoning pinkish pound market with those pullies... and i'm sure was in the sidelines screaming "smile cunts..." pout.. or you're OUT!"
The simple one dimensionality of it could mean anything in the other two or three..is musical genius... equalling Siouxsi..
And of course smelly spotty ones aged sixty who merely focus on some fairly talented bloke as some kind of forerunner are so ten dimensionally, wrong...
About what surely is a such multi dimensional bit 'o film about what may America be? it still conflicts me
And i kindof knew it
And it's very very very simple homely best....
Who never knew, she was.
Love perhaps having at least two dimensions: whatever takes one about someone one first sees, and then the other version, what remains forever within as it changed, one....
despite the former.
