I have fallen head over heels in love with Mad Men. I am
generally a sucker for anything gendery, but Mad Men is a visual feast. You have it all
in your grasp. Sex and power crazy men, always eying up the next bourbon and floozy. You have the depressed Mrs Draper, the beautiful personification of the bored housewife… how ironic she is called Betty as she struggles with the problem with no name. And then, you have Peggy. The Pre-raphaelite goddess. She may be a small and dandy little daisy to begin with, but she blossoms into one of the most perplexing characters… even if you do end up staring at her ridiculous fringe most of the time.
The Pace is bemusing, very very very slow at first… but it builds to a crescendo of revelation and shock… and then all the secrets are rolled back under the carpet again. Its all very 1960′s.
I have never been aware of the genius that is Robert Crumb, but his style like like a merge of Tintin, Viz, and another female artist that died last year but I can’t think of her name for the life of me….
Anyway, I watched a film about him and his work last night, from the outset I knew it would be good because it was produced by David Lynch. But it was better than good. Crumb, the ultimate geek (I think Kip Dynamite was styled on him) complete with wierd sexual fetishes and desires (a cronic mastaurbator to his own comics), is testiment that the most talented people in the world are not always as socially acceptable as one would want to beleive, but they would not be able to produce groundbreaking work if they played by the rules.
By now writing for the pebble has kind of become a regular thing… so I am scrambling to put something together the night before like an other freelance writer. This is just a little piece intended to sound like a Winter warmer; which I think had the desired effect when I heard that some students were grimacing at it. Featured in the Febuary 2009 issue of ‘The Pebble.’
Not strictly in the Pebble, but my first ever contribution to ANYTHING, in Jan 2008. Show Pony Magazine was an zine project started by Art students at Grand Parade, and while they built a quick rep, they only produced one magazine and faded out into insignificance. You can still buy copies from Resident Records and Grand Parade Union Shop.
This was an interview with Drop the Lime and Star Eyes, New York fidget DJ’s with a grimy twist. Playing their debut in Oxford at a night a boyfriend was involved with, called Chunga Chunga. I had a panic with the dictaphone after, but it turned out alright in the end. Good times.
- This is an interview with Drop the Lime and Star eyes, which was featured in the first issue of Show Pony Magazine (Spring 2008).