It is true that while some places have their own micro climates, Planet Marylebone has a dedicated atmosphere. I only mention this because it is May and also hailing outside right now. It is bizarre and not without a hint of magic. The Tacocat has a new Twitter and that is where we shall play with our crunchy birdies henceforth. You can roll in it @iamatacocat. People seem hell bent on denying me sleep this week and I desire my bed more than usual. There was a dinner then a film then a party and possibly more drinks succeeding from prior drinks. At some point I shall lie down and I may be a while. If you don’t hear from me, just wait longer.
I was fairly certain that the Pikachu gumshoe movie had already come and gone but apparently I was mistaken. Unfortunately, not all cinemas appear to want to Pokemon and so I had to take a car - with wheels and everything - to the Everyman at Kings Cross. This is not as easy as it sounds as The Everyman that everybody knows in Kings Cross is not necessarily the correct Everyman as there is also the original, one room affair on the corner, two blocks down from the Everyman that everyone knows. This is compounded and not at all helped by the fact that they have the weirdest de-pedestrianised section of road that would normally make matters a more straightforward affair if it weren’t for works ongoing. Fun. All that aside, the movie was - fun, that is. I mean, it was a movie and I enjoyed it? The Other Ryan is perhaps the best thing about it, when he’s busy being Pikachu and not being Ryan. There are jokes that you may understand and may also find humerous. It is also an empirical fact that the art style is so much more my favourite thing than that hedgehog thing and I would totally read their end credits comic. Full disclosure, they did fulfil their quota of Bulbasaur and he’s a good boy and I am weak to his damage type.
R and I are continuing our rummage through his manifold roms. The SNES and Megadrive - aka The Genesis - are the giving tree and well of unspeakable pleasure combined. I had forgotten just how much Earthworm Jim’s smudgy contact boxes/physics punish the thumbs and I may have caused long-term damage. They are pulsating in an unpleasant way. Gauntlet IV was prime material as we could play together and figuring out how to do so was a game unto itself. It becomes a strategic cover shooter at some point and is possessing of more tactics that one might initially think. There is also a demonic mechanic by which the game figures out if you’ve somehow misplaced all your keys and then goes full on Dick Mode and scrolls for a near infinite time with all the enemies, before eventually giving you a ladder to progress. By the time you make it - if you make it - to the next level, you are mostly weeping and not in the greatest shape for any kind of continued adventure. If you have time, I’d like to show you my leather room. It’s just the right size and shape for the most exquisite discomfort.
A certain Phil Stocker dropped by the shop last week, just in time for golden hour and caught the Rosita at her finest. They say that b&w can hide all manner of sins but that’s not what he’s about here. This is sterling stuff and I have never seen our lady of records looking quite so timeless. There were also a couple of snaps of books and some stupid speakers made by Grundig in 1952. No one’s ever been crazy enough to attempt the like since and few have captured them with such phenomenal grain. The only photo that comes to mind is this one of Ms Moss and that’s an achingly beautiful shot and a very high bar to set. You can check out his stuff and stalk him here and also here and I don’t know why you wouldn’t. 35mm and Polaroid are two of the better things in life and Phil has this uncanny knack with light.
I suspect it’s called talent and it’s dialled way up.
JD - TACOCAT