ly speaking, though he'd witnessed the violent deaths of his parents, travelled five different continents, known as many women as he had known shoes and was missing two fingers and three toes, Alfonso was not a man of action.
He had made his living on the gambling circuit at the age of fifteen, by freak accident, that evening by a similarly unearthly dose of luck losing his mother and father to a tuba and a trombone respectively (the latter was particularly nasty), in the casino foyer, whilst being showered with coins, cornelias and noise. Alfonso instantly forgot his name, claimed his fortune, and took to a life of celibacy, solitude, scientology and a hatred of all
Music
, that lasted barely six months before humanity claimed him back, and demanded he interact with himself and others.
In danger of becoming a butterfly chasing, Bailey's drinking turtle of a man who feigns confusion, clings to misery and
Movies
everything he sees in order to prove it ever happened, Alfonso switched the internet off and faced the reality that reality was beyond him, and his existence didn't need proving in order to be valid.
After five years of childhood in an entirely removed and gastronomically resplendant mecca of media, it occurred to him that the
Television
would not be revolutionised, and he picked up his star charts, his wounded orphan cats, his three remaining potatoes, mouse-traps, false facts, giant squid extracts, and
Books
on gynaecology, and left for Texas.
He grew up with no memory, no name, no remorse or hope, and certainly no
Heroes
to speak of, and lived out a life, no more a victim than the mud in his toe-nails, and no more a legend than the dead stars who's ancient light still falls, unwatched, on the Vegas desert, where his beloved family were killed, by brass and woodwind.
Ah. Now it makes perfectly imperfect sense. What a lovely metaphor. "The gore is song that the crow descends upon". Very grim and beautiful. "Infected, mad, he danced on the mountain, high and dark as heaven" I always liked. And Jacobean "Naught grieves but you are too few to feed the famine of our vengence". There is too little elegance of metaphor in the modern world. 'Tis all as subtle as a turnpike to the head. Dull and blether. Have taken your request to business-heart and business-mind. Will provide book locating details tomorrow morn. Now I shall roll another bleedin cigarette, and think on absolution. Or Aardvarks, strange devils..
Hi there Deplume! Super moody nearly in the dark picture you got there. We're all just fine and dandy here. Did Allfm blood on the tracks session the other week and have a few gigs booked. Well up for doing another recording though as we've some new tunes we wanna get down, send off, become rich and famous through, fall out over, blah blah blah...
5 bitter rollies and a glass or two of wine have done nothing this past hour to aid in deciphering what the devil you are saying in the first line of Hold the Night...I am becoming decrepit and hard of hearing obviously...If you ever want allegorists to sing your work tunelessly late at night, dissipated, in parks, at annoyingly high volume, you'd better help out...
!hows my 2 great Bastards Doing there? hope its is treating you both well? hose is fine,neighbours are cunts, not to bother...we are recording next on mon/tue nights or the weekends not sure yet but will keep you posted
Ere I am meandering slewthin on yar page Ere I am a jambulin In a lazy daze Ere I am a stretchin Reachin out t touch Ere I am just talkin shit Lovin you too much
we are indeed next door neighbours but one in law in a sense! i will carry on making my disturbing work once my camera joins me in manchester, though i am one step closer now i have final cut pro again. at the moment i am just playing new films in my head, but they always look better there anyway. can you play the north by north west festival jam on the 26th of july? for the big jam improvised exciting soundscape extravaganza the likes of which wigan has never seen, developing the atmosphere to crackling archive footage of wigan from times gone by. please?
"Drapes of Black" is the new single from Aidan Smith's new album, Allotments. It was played on Radcliffe and Maconie's show on Radio 2 on Monday and is in this week's Pick and Mix!
Go here to vote for Aidan to get played on their show every day next week!
hello people! tickets are onsale now for the ruby lounge show on thurs 17th july!
we'd love it if you'd come down it'll be a great night.
tickets will be available from us at the varsity show on thursday. if not you'll be able to pick them up from behind the bar at the DnP, bank st, bolton.
if you can't do either of them, drop me a msg here on the myspace and i'll get your ticket to you.
see you thursday!
12 Jun 2008 - Varsity Bolton 22 Jun 2008 - MAG Charity Show @ Retro Bar Manchester 12 Jul 2008 - Thatched House Stockport 17 Jul 2008 - Ruby Lounge Manchester 9 Aug 2008 - The Castle Oldham 20 Aug 2008 - Royal Park Cellars Leeds 22 Aug 2008 - Dog House Runcorn 6 Sep 2008 - DnP Bolton 12 Nov 2008 - Hard Rock Cafe Manchester
Following the success of the recent 8th Day gig, on Sunday, 15th June at 5pm I'm performing an hour set of POP POEMS. This is to raise funds for the rehoming of greyhounds.
It's £4 / £2 concessions and its on at Mod Pop cafe, under Cafe Pop on Oldham St. All are welcome! Needless to say we'll find somewhere for more drinks and banter after so it'll be a topper evening out.
It'd be magic to see you there. I'd also be grateful if you'd help me advertise the gig by telling / forwarding this message to anyone in Manchester that day who you think would be interested.
What a bummer! No sunrise! Grrr! I feel a strongly worded letter to the useless sky, will you help me write it? The banana? Keta nurse said bananas contain potassium which in the periodic table stands as the letter K. Clever...and when indulging in such chemical play it is the vitamin K levels that drop. We need potassium for joy! Good old keta nurse taught me well. x
