I've said before that Saturdays are a low-fi affiar in the shop. If that's true, then Sunday is even more so. Generally, I like to start off with Velvet Underground (yes, that song) and see where the mood takes me. Thus far, I've given air to The Runaways 'Queens Of Noise' album and am now busy working my way through 'Combat Rock' by the Clash, if only for a shot at that one, glorious moment when someone walks through the door proclaiming, "OMG, they're playing Paper Planes By Mia." Now I have nothing against that track, it's a great track. It's just not what I'm playing.
Pat and I have been buying up this particular lady’s art by the ever-loving set. Riina’s a wonderful painter - mostly oil or oil & acrylic on paper but there are also a few pieces on canvas. They whisper to me in the small hours before dawn and demand I make a place for them in my life.
I believe she’s originally from Estonia but now works out of Paris and to all intents and purposes, we may as well be the only people shipping her stuff to the UK. There’s a deeply confident and - by no small means - trippy, psychedelic aspect to much of the coloured oils on paper, each 65 x 50cm. These we shall be utilising with maximum predjudice in order to spread the word. Her earlier, mixed media work in oil & acrylic on paper (same size) has more of a rough quality to it. All of it draws elements from the impressionist, surrealist and abstract movements.
We definitely thought about the colours going in, having first laid hands on ‘Lady In Red’, we decided to match it with her ‘Lady Out Red’ and 'We Three', with similar tones of red, yellow and black running throughout. These three belong together and are being kept as a set. I’ll not see them parted. As for the canvas, 'December', well. See for yourself.
‘You Were Never Really Here’ was exactly as brutal as I thought it was going to be. Phoenix absolutely channeled his inner merc come True Detective and the movie is convincingly dark. The soundtrack is also great. I think Lynne Ramsay nailed the tone throughout, which shouldn’t be surprising considering 2011's 'We Need To Talk About Kevin'. Her aim is true.
If anything, I would say it far better earned my box office dollars than RP1 and a year ago, I would have said that was saying something. They’re also very different beasts and that’s okay too. I got to partake of the lovely, lovely Genesis' pizza and beer once more, so you know, I'm good. If you missed it on the big boy screen, I strongly recommend you invite it into your home at your earliest convenience. It's in your best interests. I don’t need my forever movie, I merely crave entertainment hence there must and shall be sustenance.
I can spot a guitar with a relatively straight neck from fifty paces and chanced upon this old girl by the side of a skip in Muswell Hill a couple of summers back. When I collected it from the pavement, she wasn’t having the best of times. The frets were…rough? Machine heads, you say? Kind of. Strings? Well, now you’re just being silly.
Sombro made a bunch of these in the 80s and they were most likely school band fodder. I was never that lucky and vividly recall being cursed with the recorder for millennia, at least until I took up piano. While she was never really a players piece, the patina of age adds character. It is known. Also, she’d survived this far - most likely sleeping in an attic corner for the past thirty years - I thought she deserved to come a little further down the road.
Since then, I’ve had the frets done, in lieu of replacing the whole board and the neck's had a little work too. Her action was pretty wild so my guy at Lucky Fret, Ben bought that down too. Now, I think a little drop on the bottom D - she’s absolutely an all out Nashville girl with a thicker bass string - and we might be at the point where we can start talking about a nice hot vintage DeArmnd pickup. Let’s put an engine in this thing. This is my gun. There are few others exactly like it and this one is mine.
JD - TACOCAT