’Tis now the season and someone has finally milked these oats, thank The Maker. I don’t know what it is about the great Oatly shortage of 2018 that tickles me quite so. Milk that’s not milk is perhaps intrinsically (if unintentionally) funny as well as delicious and if they make ice cream from it then I’m there. It’s also possible that I have spent far too long thinking about this.
Our local ghost hunter spirited the above into my eager arms and I have been pouring over it ever since. Jamie & Alison put it together on their own Red Meat Heart label [publishing house?] in 2012 and it sold out almost as fast as the afore mentioned dairy substitute. ‘Dream & Drive’ charts The Kills’ early days in shop basements, beat up transit vans and bad motels and offers a wonderful glimpse behind that leopard print curtain. I’m a fan but then again, I am a fan. 35mm film has a high speed 8K connection to my internal like button, as do The Kills and there should be a footnote disclosure about paths crossed and fists bumped here. Kenneth Cappello’s intimate, beautiful work is a perfect window and my passion is accurate. In a stroke of happenstance, it’s signed by all three [I believe Alison picked a somewhat delicate Jamie on which to place her Hancock] and so shall ne’er be parted.
Apparently Ralph has broken the internet and - if the little birdies that do rest upon my arm as I wander wonderous woodland to are to be believed - that is a good thing. By all accounts, the first act is a touch on the slow side but once they dial up the pace it’s all fun-time grumpy cat from there on out. I shall have to pay a visit to the Everyman or even the lovely, lovely Genesis. Now that’s an idea made for weather like this. I don’t really see a reason why I shouldn’t sit inside, eat guilt-free vegan pizza and watch the movie with all the memes. We’ve been down this road many times before but in my defence, it is a wonderful road that also happens to be a cinema as well as a confusing metaphor and I’m more than happy to bump.
I have also waxed about this place before and shall do so again now with the return of their festive pie menu. The Deer Santa is exactly what it sounds like, unless you think it contains Saint Nicholas himself which…I don’t think it does? It’s venison [according to a certain waiter Mr P once encountered, that may be a little like a tiny bear], bacon and red wine in a homemade crust, topped off with tiny, heartwarming onions and served with radically good mushy peas n’ mash. The Barley Mow’s most Christmassy of cubby holes are the optimum point of consumption, especially when paired with red ale named after Good King Wenceslas and if you find yourself hungry like the wolf on Planet Marylebone any time soon, then you know where to go.
There are people in my basement and they are popping things in an upward direction and you shall see it soon, I guess? Also: Mr Franz Galo has completed his Directive labours with aplomb on the live video for ‘Should I Know’, produced by our very own Teo Miller and shot last month at the magnificent Resident Studios. Such is the state by which many things - or at least an excess of one singular thing - may be imminent.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to 1sock for the kitty reindeer. My life is much improved.]