my life as a artist
swingle singers sing Beefheart
Sunday 9th September 2007 8:52 PM
It's Sunday evening on the sofa, and I've just been radio-surfing, tweaking a tranny's nipples and trying to elicit the soothing breast milk of a companionable human voice.
I abandoned The Archers after two minutes. Sid's lost and I realised I didn't care. I think of myself (I could just end the sentence there) as a man of compassion, but the fact is, I don't really know who Sid is, and with the best will in the world, or even the best willy in the world, I can't really take on his problems. Affairs are now soul-sized, and in this thirsty, dirty, world-on-fire, every bucket of love-water that I draw from my well of compassion has got to count.
Radio Leeds was playing Indian film music, which held me in nostalgic reverie for about a minute, until it started making me hungry. Wriggling in my brain, and then pupating, the song and dance act became saag dansak, and every tabla seemed to say 'poppadom'.
Radio three had a feature on the Swingle Singers, and the exciting new directions they were taking. I decided that without speedy confirmation that these new directions were towards death-metal funk, I was going to turn it off, and start blogging. They weren't, and the rest is present history.
A Hippy in the Horn, who's worth two in the bush, comments '….at first glance it looks like your back on the football thing again'. At first glance it does, but if you look closer, you'll realise the blog's more about the dual nature of the masculine soul, the hollow victory of death, and Derek. On Radio Heslingtons 'Blog Review', Darren Donkersley described it as a 'pearl', and if my brain was the oyster that grew it, then football was the piece of grit that seeded it.
Les Miserables kindly congratulates me on my hat-trick, and then goes on to share his own moment of manly achievement, while Tom comments, possibly mischievously, that the validation word for him was 'kick'. Naom himself writes in, spelling his name 'Noam', in a possible attempt at self-negating existentialism, and wittily offers 'hegemony or 4-4-2' as a possible subject for a blog.
This morning Corinthians lost 7-1 to Cliffe, thereby ensuring that there'll be no match report on that particular game. England fared a bit better, beating Israel 3-0. It's the first time I've ever seen Michael Owen score from outside the area. Apparently his Mum and Dad were so pleased that they let him stay up late, and watch Match of the Day.
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Some of us like football references as we are not all intellectuals, or as widely read as Rory. We can however appreciate the spiritual side of the game, such as the force behind Rorys hat trick. Who does this Noam Chomsky play for anyway ?
Posted by John Motson , on Thursday 13th September 2007, 12:45 PM
Its all true. I was being trite & small-minded. Probably something to do with the world-on-fire thing. And if Noam can't even spell his own name right, why should I? (but I am secretly thrilled that I'm worth two in the bush)
Posted by hippy in the horn , on Tuesday 11th September 2007, 9:12 AM
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