So Tired

Right - on with the blog. Although writing even the shortest sentence has now become an extreme ordeal following many straight hours of essay-writing. Grammar Check. Grammar is fine. Sigh. ...although that was a whole mess of fragmentary sentences right there. As USUAL life is in this colour and art is in this one. Divided - like the hearts and minds of our generation. Hyperlinks are usually hidden about this place in different colours. I'm sure that was one. Although I wouldn't click it if I were you.

So. Life. As I had previously implied, I've fallen into an essayhole so deep you couldn't find the sides with an ol' time pokin' stick. And shit me my pokin' stick is nigh on six yards long. These troublesome essays have doomed me to a week inside away from society and I have been branded a worrisome communist by terrifyingly serious neo-nazis. Finally finished my first piece of work last night at almost the exact time I found out it's marker, Dr Dawn Hadley, is a fan of Reeves & Mortimer. Was very tempted to write some quotes at the end - although I know that this isn't that kind of world - and in the thirteen years since her profession of Reeveslove she's probably grown disenfranchised with the beast. I could slip the Catterick DVD into the report...

Is the divide too great between Hadley and Vic & Bob? Potentially.

CHRIST! I did so very little art this week, but before the essayhole fully consumed me I managed to hurl a small piece out. You can see it below - and I'm rather happy with it. Although you may be asking the same question as I do everytime I see it... "Prawns or scorpions?" You decide. Heartbreaking really. Third radio show of the term with guest fellow Mr Chris Nolan-Rennie Esq (who also produced a trophy with little-to-no prawn/scorpion confusion). The show has since been lost in the fabric of time and so those who missed it TRULY MISSED OUT. But you can still go and gander at the setlist and dream of what it must've sounded like. Also I vaguely adapted my VISUAL SCREENPLAY 'Nothingman' into more of an AUDIO PLAY which is bizarrely titled 'To Be Loved' for reasons that I'm not quite sure about. Here be an extract - -

Flint: Oh that days like these are mine to witness - ! How quickly the owl of love is frozen, quivering so near to the motorway of lust. I saw it didn’t I? A glimmer in her eye – a desire for Flint?! OH SWEET FLINT – How wouldst thou stand in a court of friends, surrounded by a jury of just Foster? An eagle eye penetrating the intentions of my heart –

Scott is suddenly there

Scott: Who are you talking to?

Flint: - WHERE’S MY BISON, SCOTT?

Scott: I –

Flint: I instructed you to fetch forth a bison, now BRING IT lest I RENT YE ASUNDER

Scott: Blimey no! – I’ll fetch it for you o’Flint

He scarpers

Flint: Aye, that he had. For the bison will be the zenith of my scheme to capture the heart of Retok Armbaland.

Dramatic organ chord. Fade out.

Shit yes. Oh the font is black now. I suppose it's the end of the blog this week. Shame. Before I go - gander at yon trophy...

...prawns or scorpions... Oh. Sorry - right - see you on the THRILLING FIRST DAY OF NOVEMBER.

Art Be Here
Audio Be Here
Radio (Normally) Be here

O - x

Present Tense

You can spend your time alone

Redigesting past regrets, Oh
Or you can, come to terms and realize
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, Oh
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense

The fifth weekly blog kicks off in gloriously melodramatic form. Thanks to AMAZING OLD ALEX for mentioning me in his most recent post (BY THE WAY - UNDERLINED IS HYPERLINKS - CLICK THE BUGGERS AND THEY'LL WHISK YOU TO BEAUTIFUL NEW WORLDS). So, to reiterate for the brain-dead and liver-alive; LIFE is the colour of BLOOD and ART is the colour of FIELDS.

The second constructed wall-planner is a lot neater, but still acts as a cruel cardboard mausoleum to all the work I should've done. Still not panicking though - which has got to be a good thing. Sunday night was Vic Reeves, who was entertaining and I purchased his book - which is HILARIOUS. Better than your Mock the Week patrons who've been floating around the city dully these past few days spewing tired ironies at guffawing morons. Reeves himself was a glittering baron of the bizarre, his book full of art and glory (my particular favourite is the page on houseflies, who converse with the devil). A highlight was Reeves leaning over to the interviewer and enigmatically announcing "...the moon, my friend, is evil" before detailing his plans to stab it down. After that me and my merrie fellowes marched home via Northern Oak who were on top form despite the attempts of West Street Live to level them into nothing. You cannot silence folk, my friends. The other thing I did this week was SUDDENLY deciding to go out and see UP in 3D which was interesting but certainly not up to the superior quality of say... BRAD BIRD'S glorious bloody films. The first ten minutes were extremely well done as many of the weeping glass-adorned sods that filled the cinema will attest. Interesting to see a 3D kids film tackling... miscarriage. Yikes.

"It gets no better than this..."(the first ten minutes of Up)

This week my art has been side-lined into the vague design of a trophy, the inevitable lecture sketchings and the colouring of other people's lines (see below). The second Owen in Rock with special guest Adam "Progman" Page went quite well despite the studio intrusion of space rats. It had to happen I suppose. Listen again is UP finally and can be heard AT THIS LOCATION. Next week will be the sixties, which I'm finding difficult to fill up with long songs and things that will actually work. As is the challenge that faces ALL DJs ALL OF THE TIME.















The Ice-man of Reykjavik was drawn by Mr Christopher Nolan Rennie and the Sycophant by Senor Joe Richards.








Well that's it. I hope you're pleased (OR DISAPPOINTED) that I avoided the melodrama I so easily could've inserted between every line. I wrote rather a lengthy and pretentious poem last night that I was tempted to insert here - but no, I thought it would DRIVE YOU INSANE. Do I get any thanks for sparing you?! NO. Never. Bastards. Now to clean the bloody house and do some bloody work and continue sitting bloody down. See you on the 25th for some pre-deadline japery.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x

Traveler in Time

The morning sun I feel
all pain and sorrow
the apparition of my words in these days
makes me feel I've told them before

Fourth blog. Glory be. It's like we've living in some kind of ludicrous world where I write blogs every fucking Sunday. To reiterate; events outside of art are in THIS COLOUR - and events within the walls of artistic endeavor are THIS COLOUR. That's it. You don't need to know anymore. Stop reading. Oh my god did you stop reading?! How foolish.

Two weeks into lectures and I'm still not fully taking in JUST HOW BLOODY MUCH there is to do. I drew myself up an enormous wall-planner which planned out my workload within the week and promptly did NONE OF IT - so now it sits on the wall as a testament to all the work I haven't done. The first Peroxide was on Wednesday, went relatively well and DOOMGOAT was well received. Ohhhh yeah. Saw STAR TREK last night - was literally just a ton of lens flares and cliches with vague Star Trek leanings.

Crew member: Should there be tons of lens flares!? J.J. Abrams: Make it so


Drawing has again been relegated to elaborate doodles during lectures (me and Chris had a T-Rex drawing competition - thanks to some random lady I was proclaimed the winner, then I gave her the drawing as a prize for voting and so there's no evidence of my dino triumph). Did two radio shows over the past week - one last Monday wasn't broadcast, but I did record it and it lies waiting for the news about whether the RockSoc website can host it. The Saturday one was the triumphant return of Owen in Rock (although no bugger actually told me) so I composed the setlist very randomly mere hours beforehand. I had a few listeners, it's not on 'play again' so it's brief shining light will be LOST FOREVER. Anyhow - the final crowning artistic achievement of this week can really only be REYKJAVIK the new hit single by Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies. Lovely bunch o' lads.

"Listening to Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies is like REALLY AMAZING SEX" Anonymous, 2009

That's that done for this week. Hope you enjoyed the trawl through the mundane and the marvellous. Now I'm going to spend a few hours getting dolled up for VIC REEVES this evening. Fuck yes. Oh Crikey crikey yes. See you on the 18th.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x

Guts

The sun is burning my face
My insides running a race
I need somebody with soul

Yarg. My third blog. Sweet - as is the RULE; life is in THIS COLOUR and art is in THIS ONE. Pretty sweet, eh? What times we live in.

First week of lectures were LITERALLY RIDICULOUS. Dumped upon our precious heads were tons and tons of narky and 'orrible demands. Promptly I lied to my dissertation supervisor about the work I'd done and the whole of my week's work was underpinned by a deep weight of lies. LYING LIES. Lies are filthy. Anyhow - punctuating this tide of UNFORGIVABLE DISHONESTY I made several purchases that made me much happier; one was these fine graphic novels and the other was a ticket to see a certain Mr VIC REEVES LIVE promoting his new book. All of the previous entries vague and mysterious melodrama has dried up and left things rather dull. So I sit and wait. Oh...and do some fucking work. I should do some work.

Two personae responsible for brightening up my week - Mr Reeves (as always) and the astonishingly fucking brilliant artwork of D'israeli aka Matt Brooker.

Right - in terms of art I've finally gone in yesterday to print of Mr Chris Mole's astonishing Ice Age plot with hopes to doodle on it thoughtfully throughout the week. Also I've been sketching quite feverishly depending on the proximity of my drawin' book to my lecture notes - and often just on the lecture notes, although most of them are on lined paper and so look quite unappealing scanned in. There are some below. Yikes.
I went in at the end of the week and applied for the re-freshin' of my radio show - if all goes well it'll be back hopefully on the weekend, with the same name and same DEDICATION TO THE DECADES - albeit now injected with a fistful of my obsessive systems. Joy. Again, me and Mr Adam Progman are doing a sort of 'proto-schedule' show with lots of diverse and beautiful nonsense. Find that on Forge Radio tomorrow at six-thirty to eight. Nice... ...REALLY nice.

























Thar she blows. Done for this week - thanks for reading if you did - not sure what to say to those that didn't. Just know that I'm hurt beyond recognition. See you on the 11th.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x

Feelgood Formula

Seeking wisdom that grows like fire,
burning down the remains of you...
You may call it amusing sometimes,
inviting us to go nowhere...

Here we go - SECOND attempt to write a blog entry. As always LIFE and ART are colour-coded because THAT'S THE WAY IT IS.

Last week's melodrama has bizarrely turned to nothing, all three parties involved (me included) maintaining a stubborn silence. Funeralopolis on Thursday, was moved again by my aunties' tearful contributions and irritated by the quietness of the usher (or whatever you'd call him) - I just wanted to leap up and do it in his stead -- but given I was already being frowned upon for being splendidly adorned in purple I thought the better of it. It's always nice to visit home for at least an INCREDIBLY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME -as is the way. Friday and Saturday were consumed in Rock Society duties - and although the Fresher turnout on Friday was utterly disgraceful last night made up for it with AT LEAST ELEVEN new faces - most very amiable and quite nervous. Corp was Corp as always - upstairs being a bizarrely bass-heavy 'dubstep' extravaganza that rattled the ears quite worryingly.

Right - ARTWISE this week has been silently lacking. As term begins I solemnly embrace that art will be pushed to the wayside until I have a deadline THEN I'll I want to draw. I have a synopsis by ex el-presidente Chris that I'm going scribble on, but that's literally it for the mo. Audiowise, the last Newsmack was VERY quietly received so I've not been incredibly motivated to start writing another as yet. Tuesday's radio show went well - although wasn't advertised so it was INCREDIBLY UNLIKELY that any fresher's heard. But all my nearest and dearest (bar one without the net) tuned in and it was a lark - so all is well. May or may not get one in the next two weeks and there's a re-application meeting on the Friday. My status will tell this story.

No GOSSIP at all this week - I am sorry if you were looking for GOSSIP. Maybe there'll be some GOSSIP in the first week of lectures...I find that somewhat doubtful though - don't you? Show up to the RockSoc events and I'll see you on the 4th of next month -

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x

No Quarter

Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more

So - here it is - the first attempt at actually STARTING a blog after realizing that there are far more efficient ways of spreading my audiojoy throughout the cosmos (currently the best bet is my fan page on Facebook known excitingly as 'Crazy Fox Machine'). Each blog entry will bit split into two very EXCITING COLOUR-CODED sections - the first being 'LIFE' and all that that vaguely entails -- the second is 'ART'. I'll try to update most weeks of the sodding year - but you know how it goes. Livejournal certainly does.

Harumph. Firstly I want to get the melodrama out of the way - this weekend someone who already has an extremely low opinion of me was no doubt further lowered beyond comprehension by the absurdly drunk (not me I hasten to add). I'm sure I'm powerless to prevent these things, and as the wheels of time grind queasily on no doubt more well-meaning people will fall into troughs of spite toward me created entirely by the INCREDIBLY SILLY THINGS I'm known to do. Oh bloody well.
Secondly - it's Fresher's Week - and the tiny lunatics are everywhere. People I know complain of feeling old but I've been there and felt that and now I just feel POWERFULLY INDIFFERENT. My household is now complete and all feels suitably busy for a term of work avoidance. Harroop.



Finally - enough of that horrendous bullhorse - it's time for art. Being that it's gone midnight and we're now very technically within the realms of the 21st of this month I've decided all is gravy to show the fruit of my labours for a certain Mr Doore of my household (being that technicolour extravagance that separates my colour-coded sections). The next piece of art I've not decided on yet - but my Rocksoc fliers will be all over the shop come Thursday's student fair - each individually graffiti'd by me in a vain attempt to get publicity. Not including this blogspot of course. D'oh.
The next AUDIO BOLLOCKS has finally come out vaguely alive from the scriptwriting process and I intend to start recording and editing with a preliminary finish of Tuesday. Tuesday also looks to be the date of my Fresher's Week radio show - co-hosted by the beautifully bespectacled Adam 'Progman' Page.

Right. That's it. The colour's over - everything is done and dusted on this; the first proper blog entry. There will be more pictures and more SAUCE next time 'round don't you worry. See you on the 27th and have a beautiful Fresher's Week wherever you are.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x

Jensen Interceptor - Part 2

Click on that DAMNED TITLE and get yourself caught up in the glory - !