dream baby dream

I love Suicide. They are so very fucking fearless...

to be played at maximum volume

If I meet someone new and they look at my 42 tattoo and cry, "The Answer!", that's a pretty clear indication that this is someone that I will get along with. This goes even double when I tell someone that I love glam rock and they think of this:



and not this:



So imagine my utter joy at finally, after years of pining, making a friend of the ultimate 70's british glitter rock kind. So in honour of my new glam friend Peter Scorcher, I present a programme of glitter rock videos for your pleasure.

To start things off properly, here is the penultimate fantasy of every glam girl (and many a glam boy), Ooo la la Bolan...



The first Roxy record is an excellent primer into the joys of glitter rock:



I love this song. Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel...



Another thoroughly amazing song. Slade...



Always a fun group, The Sweet...



I would be remiss not to include a lovely little bit from Velvet Goldmine. This movie is a certifiable obsession for me. This clip is of the fictional Brian Slade singing one of my fave Roxy Music tunes, 2HB. Extra points to you if you know who is doing the vocals (and I don't mean Jonathan Rhys Meyers)...

In case you were wondering...

... I really really really love the new Portishead record.

Musical tom-foolery

Here is some YouTube tom-foolery of a musical nature... beginning with the best video ever, courtesy the immortal Jan Teri:



Some Swedish wackiness:



From the absolutely epic film Streets of Fire (if you've ever wondered what Willem DeFoe looks like in pleather over-alls, it's the film for you):



This one is actually pretty awesome. In the 80s, Ricky Gervais (of the BBC series The Office and Extras) had a band called Seona Dancing. And, amazingly enough, they were not terrible...



Good ol' Ernie Kovacs:



This one is comedic genius. And watch for the monkey falling off the donkey...



I whole-heartedly love this song. It's Dean & the Weenies from the film Mondo New York:



And I leave you with a special treat. The next two videos comprise the full recording of my beloved Cramps performing live at Napa Valley Mental Hospital. Seriously. PS~ I have a major crush on the guitar player Bryan Gregory (RIP)...

I already have my own TARDIS key...

Oh sweet Jesus, someone please build me one of these:

One day my Doctor will come. I do hope it's David Tennant...

intelligent questions

As I don't yet feel like getting out of bed, I have decided to do this thing I found floating around the internets (I like this one because it was not obviously written by a 14 year old girl and/or a sociopath):

*What inspires your creativity?
boredom, the unexpected and Islamic mosaics



*What is your favorite luxury in life?
swimming in nature (preferably naked, under the stars) & live music

*What is your most prized possession?
I found it on the Oregon coast... a beautiful jet-black stone about the size of a grapefruit with many holes bored thru it from thousands of years of water erosion.

*Who are your style icons?

Greta Garbo



Dolores Costello



Mata Hari



Salomé



and Bolan




*Who would you most like to meet and how would you send the day?
Tom Waits... and it would end up an awful lot like that dream I had last night...

*How would you describe your personal style?
Witch-y but not Goth-y, gypsy but not Stevie Nicks nor Neo-Gypsy-Hipster, tribal but not Burning Man

*What is your idea of earthly happiness?
Being self-sufficient and sustainable.... with a nice view of the mountains.

*What books are currently on your bedside table?
The People's Almanac by David Wallechinsky & Irving Wallace, Houdini!!! by Ken Silverman, The Rum Diary by Hunter S., and Gandhi: An Autobiography.


*What is the one thing in life you can't live without?
music, magick & friends

el diablo en el ojo

People are always saying to me "Do you wear contacts?"... never "You have very pretty eyes." Actually yes, I do wear contacts but this is the natural colour of my eyes. It strikes me as a shame that little bits of plastic have trumped Mother Nature. The compliment is lost.