Here lie the words to seduce you into liking me, wanting me, inviting me to your next party, your life, your world, because mine seems like a scene you want to be in. Here lie the words I contrived and wrote out on a table where meals aren’t shared, places aren’t set, face to face conversations aren’t had, a temple to the temporal because I’m too busy living my enviable on-life. The pendulum swings from tears to fixed grins, until I let the hypnotic motion fool me into feeling less. A safety inthenet of quantity. More ephemeral friends, more vacuous comments, more sycophantic reflections which evaporate with my unremembered dreams. I forget what’s real. Add add add. Now I’ve forgotten what I’d forgotten. If you ask I’ll say I wrote the words out at 4am on the back of a cigarette pack at a party in Stoke Newington. I’ll list my influences to include only obscure contemporaries and cool classics that seep from my knowledge archives but not my experience, though my carefully selected photographs paint a different story. A sliding show of me as socialite, musician, artist, party-goer, scene-knower. In vintage, retro, Americana. Mexicana. Parodana. My online co-dependency of culture, sex and lifestyle. The motivation’s obvious but the method more so. And I’m searching for a new way of presenting it to you, my own twist that will at least attempt to convince you it’s original. But which path hasn’t been trodden? Which stone hasn’t been upturned? Which drum hasn't been beaten, which alternate hasn’t been appropriated? Which angle hasn't been covered, which box hasn’t been thought out of? The world doesn’t need another cover, it doesn’t even need a new song. There’s an undiscovered catalogue of yesteryear’s songs that said it better. Will your pastiche-medley-montage leave a mark or come out in the next 30oC wash? Question the marks or come join my intoxicated mind on the dancefloor of life, put in a request to the DJ, how would you like to be represented? Re-invented? Take that cartwheel melody, perfect in form and function, and complicate it with your 21st century memory in the name of modernity. We know it all already. Catch me as I berate the scene stealers, chastise me for being one, and remind me of all that we’ve forgotten.
Ola Angie...how's you? hope all is well in NYC...all is cool over in UK...music is going well bla bla bla.... anyway, hope you are a wonderful christmas and new years. x
So youre back? I thought you were being held in a concentration camp by the Canucks! So when are we getting together to shoot the shit and catch up? ~Lord Sludge
Ok, so I think I might stay... if I do I'll be in NY from the 13th to the 17th of November, sound good? Will let you know when it's finalized. My friend's band Colour Revolt from Mississippi will be playing in NY on the night of the 14th and I have two fellow glitter-loving friends from London coming that same weekend. It would be sooo much fun!! xx
Im tired because I participated in the Medieval Festival yesterday and I was the executioner/hangman and had to march all throughout the park all day long from 10am-7pm and I also gave Niko real authentic lashings with my whip and will be posting up the pics soon so you can see the lovely welts I left all over his body! LOL. >;o)~ ~Tony P.S. - Im free all week, but have you worked on the recordings 1st to write your vocal parts?
argh, I'm so sorry I didn't get to see you in NY! it was such a hectic trip, I didn't get to do half the things I wanted to, but it was incredible!! I think I'll be back at some point in the next couple of weeks and will try and stay longer so we can hopefully meet up! hope you are well :)
my ex-roomie will doubtless not approve my comment for his wall... but i like to air my dirty laundry publicly sometimes. so i will post it here... and there... and here...
i think you got your wires crossed... i'm not the confused one.
if you wanna write all this publicly on my comments so be it, i have nothing to hide.
have to say everyone i've told that you charged me storage for my bags is so shocked they can't pick their jaws off the ground. Or perhaps their jaws were still on the ground from stories about Celine having to sleep on the floor because you took the bed out of the room she'd paid for. Oh, I know you tell it differently.
maybe you already acting like a hotelier... or maybe this is standard fare for friends. put me down for s'more tickets in that case.
we originally accounted for $108 (split between us) for the cable bill. But the bill was $230. I paid all of the $122 difference, when it should have been split, $61 each. Therefore you owe me, let's say $60 because unlike some, i don't need to get into decimal points.
i can run through that again if it's confusing.
i would like to do this amicably.
i never said i wanted to stay, because i didn't... i wanted to move. The word ‘want’ and ‘move’ would have been in both sentences though.
If you’re refusing to nitpick and be cheap then why are you nit-picking and being cheap? I’m no Einstein but there could be a flaw in the plan.
re: moving out of town at a time inconvenient to you - nothing personal. Everyone's got their own shit to do. I wasn't born to make other peoples' lives more convenient at the expense of my own. But you of all people already understand that ethic.
don't wanna argue over $60. i was actually really touched by the performance you guys did for us on saturday, i had it in mind to get you booked for some paying shows i have a hand in. but i can't deal with you like this. you can be such a sweetheart, i don't know why you don't give people access to that side of you more, you'd be better received. Peace always, Angie
COME BACK!!! New York misses you! How is life? I tried calling your cell, but it doesn't work! Call me when you're back in town - let's go out and be silly and dance the night away! Cheers! Beth
Im so happy, cause I found a specialty shop in the Village that carries authentic Fred Perry and Lonsdale, so I went on a mini shopping spree and bought some! Theyre so expensive though! Now next time theres a Skinhead Reggae/Ska night at the pub, we can go and dance the night away and Ill be looking hot and snazzy! ;o) ~Tony
