Them Wizard Feels
There are some people - people whom I cannot truly know in their most intimate of rooms - that orientate their nostrils skyward in the presence of Taschen publications.
Their reasoning, IMO is faulty for the apposite reasoning that does so much to support my continued perpetuation of this particular franchise. ‘Alien’ is ‘Alien’ - at least in no lesser part - because Giger is Giger. It isn’t even enough for the fucker to own part of my brain; he confidently lays his territorial pissings all over the furniture with which I would furnish my literal, sexual and metaphorical space. And that is the place where I understand no-one can hear me scream. Too much?
The B is entirely responsible for both above and below. That is to say, if you have that beef, you know where to take it.
Joy Division is always a band I have to be in the mood for. I need to gear myself up and don the appropriate armour prior to submersion. It’s not always an easy thing to do and I suspect I’m not the only one. This little 7” is a no frills affair, with ‘Transmission’ on the A and ‘Novelty’ flip, put out by Factory Records in 1979. The cover is a suitably low lit job but the centre print features the original Factory bar chart logo, which completely taps into my music industry geek box. It’s just evocative enough that I shall be walking around Marylebone with hands in my coat pockets, scowling at newsagents for the remainder of the day. That’s a good time.
‘A Forest’ and ‘Another Journey by Train’ might be the same song. It also sounds as though this version is slower than that which I am accustomed to. I don’t know. It’s also possible that the Rosita is in need of mysterious calibration and is playing it at a slightly reduced tempo. I can’t make out any pitch shift but shan’t commit this early in the day when I’ve already lost an argument over ‘Stop’ or ‘Catch The Pidgeon’ and I’m still not convinced either way on that, although I shall hang my banner on the spelling of that particular bird. It’s been a long week. If it makes you feel any better, the centre print on this one has that great embossed effect that makes me want to ransack the loft for all my shiny slammers. Cash me ousside.
I finally got ‘round to ‘Searching for the wrong eyed Jesus’ and failed to be disappointed. Not that I tried but you know, it’s the BBC and they often manage it even when they’re not trying unless David’s there to hold their thumbs. I have almost no recollection of 2003 but am completely certain that South America was forever more interesting with Jim White in it. Country music and Christianity have always driven weird superstitious, knocked-up shotgun together and Harry’s possum story is unequivocal proof of that. Also, The Handsome Family are my Lovecraftian gumshoes.
Miss Marlene Voodoo Queen was adamant that we stay in the other night. When I said that it’s been a long week, it would be more on the nail to admit we've all had a long life and are fraying at the seams.
I don’t think either of us actually expected me to find it but Disney’s 1963 animated ‘The Sword In The Stone’ is absolutely on Youtube, no less. Admittedly, it’s in approximately forty-five hundred individual clips but that’s a thoroughly acceptable toll for shelter from the great, unblinking eye. I shall not betray them here as I’m fairly sure this unintentional amnesty is only temporary so get nostalgic while you can. The animation - courtesy of several of Disney's Nine Old Men, including Milt Kahl, Frank Thomas, Ollie Johnston, and John Lounsbery - is just as beautiful as you might remember it and there are way, way too many screen shots to pick from. I went with the non-spotty pink dragon. If you don’t (remember it, that is) then you should know that this is how they used to ‘do’ and yes, we took it for granted.
Karl Swenson and his beard are still the most magical thing ever to grace VCR and I’m definitely not hunting for that last episode of ‘Little House On The Prairie’ that he did, with a tub of cookie dough melting on the table.
God dammit, Ian.
JD - TACOCAT