Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in MySpace.
Hullo there. I am known to most of the world (but not to my mum) as Uncle Nemesis. That's me in the photo above, reflected in the window of a Deutsche Bahn Inter City Express at Leipzig Hauptbahnhof a few weeks ago. That's an ART shot (he claims, unconvincingly). More photos and associated stories from that little excursion are in my Blog section...
Before we go any further, here's a disclaimer: I am not what you'd call a natural MySpacer. As it happens, I feel rather dubious about the fact that I'm employing an offshoot of Rupert Murdoch's global media empire to do my online networking for me. But I'm prepared to make a pact with ol' Rupe because of this:
What is it? It's Nemesis To Go, that's what.
Not just another webzine! Nemesis To Go is...erm, well, I suppose it's just another webzine, really. But it contains splendidly sesquipedalian excess in the name of rock 'n' roll, artfully assembled with equal parts HTML and luuurrve, and presented for your pleasure in glowing pixels.
I like to think it's not bad, considering. But, of course, that's only what I think. Please have a look at it, and tell me what you think.
What you've got on the web right now is Nemesis To Go Issue Five, in which rock 'n' roll in all its ludicrous variety is is poked and prodded with a great big HTML stick. Plenty of visual evidence, too. The banner hints at what's in this issue: by all means click it and suck it up for yourself.
Nuts and bolts stuff: Nemesis To Go is irregular and ever-evolving, and squeezed into whatever time I have available after doing my day job and taking care of other parts of my life. Much as I'd like to spend all my time investigating raucous bands in assorted subterranean dives, and then going home to fling merry quips about the experience on the web, I've never found anyone willing to pay me a living wage to do so. This serves to reinforce my long-held view that the world, in many major ways, is wrong.
But what the hell. I'll do as much of it as possible, and hurl the results up for the world to see, whether the world likes it or not.
Essential background info about Nemesis To Go (including the postal address, he says boldly, for the benefit of all those bands who keep asking me for it), is on this page.
Meanwhile, assorted updates, ramblings, and saucy photographs will appear in my blog section from time to time.
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Friends and Executioners
If you'd like to add me to your stack-o-friends, please go ahead. I'm willing to approve just about anyone who's interested enough to look in - although I tend to be a bit selective with bands whose noise doesn't grab me. My tastes are wide, but that doesn't mean I'm going to dig everything.
My Top Friends are a mix of people I know in real life, people I know in virtual life, and interesting people I've found in the random swirl of MySpace. You'll also see a few bands I like, or with whom I've crossed paths or crossed swords in some way. Feel free to guess who is who and which is which...
I change things around at irregular intervals - don't get stressed if you find yourself shifted up or down, in or out. My friends list is not a popularity chart, and it's certainly not real life. Face it, kids - it's only MySpace.
I'll click on you if I like the cut of your jib - although of course you don't have to approve me if you don't like the cut of my jib. I don't have time to engage in lengthy MySpace banter, so I may end up being a fairly quiet friend. But I do look in on everyone on my list from time to time. If you're on it, I'm interested...and I'm watching you.
I'm not in the market for gettin' it on with hawt chyxx, because I'm married to one already, thanks very much. But I'm always interested in meeting creative, individual, flamboyant, against-the-grain people...and bands making interesting rackets.
You can also catch me on LiveJournal. Same shit, different format!
I think it's about time we had another foolish photograph, so here's a pic of my own good self and my good lady wife in the Dionysius Restaurant (a fave eaterie of Steve Severin, I'm told, although we didn't see him that night) on Tottenham Court Road, in the heart of London's bustling West End. We'd just been to see Psychic TV at the Astoria (review & photos from the gig in Issue Two of Nemesis To Go - find it in the Archive section). This photo is by either RJ or Caro - I'm afraid I can't quite remember who was brandishing the camera on this occasion. We'd had a few drinks. Does it show?
Fashion note: that's a Sixteens T-shirt I'm wearing. We dig the Sixteens. My good lady wife favours a Throbbing Gristle long-sleeve. Hey, kewl T-shirts? We got 'em.
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