Much of this week has been spent feeling a little like someone is using my head as a fishing weight. The flu-type thing dissipated and then morphed into a kind of sinusitis creature that currently resides just behind my face, deriving abundant pleasure in making my eyes and teeth pulsate. It is the curse that keeps on giving and I would wish it only on my most immortal of enemies. Fortunately, it is International Book Day and there is a new trailer in addition and everything is good again.
The Lady Wot Books suggested that she was in possession of the most incredible collection of “dogs and their owners” photography and that I would need to have it. ‘Best Friends’ by Priscilla Rattazzi (Rizzoli, 1989) was a no-brainer buy and she was absolutely correct. Nini Guatti and Andiamo’s shot from New York, 1987 is my favourite thing but TBH, there isn’t a pairing in here that I do not love. Naturally, I have had this on hold for a certain individual ever since they laid eyes on it and I was certain that would be the case. Yay, Rattazzi is a wonderful, intuitive photographer but it is her subject selection more than anything which really shines through. For someone’s second book in a five year span, it was a remarkably accomplished collection and passionately focused. It is also a book that makes most apparent that dogs and their owners share something more than merely a passing likeness and the truth - as an old friend of mine was oft heard to say - is that dogs really do make everything better.
One of you straight up gangstas - from New Jersey in the actual United States of America - mailed me last week requesting, nay demanding more in the way of portraiture on 600. To that effect, I proffer the above for your East Coast satiation. As was true of the last batch of instants, these were all taken at various points over the last three years or so; unlike the previous outing, these are indeed all themed, as in they are all portraits of human beings. And also Lenny, the pub cat because he has more followers online than you or I shall likely ever have combined. For reals. I hear he is Brad Pitt big in Tokyo and people have in fact travelled all the way to London just for an audience. Unfortunately, he is nigh on impossible to shoot - particularly in low light on Polaroid - and this could well be the best shot I have of him in as many years. His eyes do glow like wot the beast’s eyes glow from the world below. He is a difficult, occasionally cantankerous son of a Molly, and a tart and he is my friend.
Mr. M picked up a copy of this for me from Phonica and I can only assume that he is none other than the current incarnation of Avalokiteshwara. Either that or he just knows me too well. ‘Doing The natural Thing’ (PTR Records) is the best collection of psychadelic-country-garage-soul that you’ve most likely never heard. The tracks on here are as good as anything in the vein of Little Richard or Jerry Lee Lewis but totally b-side and far less worn out than anything by those guys. They also have an inclination to be a touch rougher around the edges in terms of production which absolutely works for your new favourite genre. It’s also a sharp package at a neat twelve tracks, courtesy of targeted vinyl which is nice as this sort of thing can sometimes run to bloat. Here, you could pick any groove with ease and confidence that you’re about to collect a few ears between the better known numbers in your set. The eponymous track by L.A. Jones is as good as anything gets and Oakbrook Trees’ cover of ‘Mustang Sally’ is as fresh as freshly cut grass.
Disclosure time: I originally toyed around with ideas pertaining to domestication and the natural order of things whilst trying to come up with a title for this post. However, I was beginning to feel somewhat better and the second that I dropped that inital link into paragraph one and my brain tied the word ‘domestic’ to the word ‘home’, I was left with no other option. If it makes you feel any less like bolting for the god damned door, it has long been touted that this site’s seat of incredible power rests on books, records, Polaroid and indeed, more. This post has all of those things and so could be seen as both a throne and/or improvement on…things.
So we are where we are and you shall have to forgive me.
JD - TACOCAT