PAUL RAGGITY Photographer Writer Artist FOR HIRE's Interests
General
ALL NEW PHOTOS WILL LANGUISH IN THE 'LATEST ADDITIONS' FOLDER FOR A WHILE, BEFORE BEING LOVINGLY TRANSPORTED TO THEIR FINAL RESTING PLACES IN THE APPROPRIATE FOLDER.
SEE 'EM WHILE THEY'RE HOT KIDS
THOSE CURRENTLY QUEUING UP TO GET BEYOND THE VELVET ROPE AND INSIDE THE HALLOWED FOLDERS INCLUDE:
VINCE RAY AND THE BONESHAKERS
THE DATSUNS
BANDS AND BURLESQUE FROM:
THE GYPSY HOTEL
AND
STRANGER THAN PARADISE
TRAVELS AROUND L.A.
G.G. ELVIS
MANIC HISPANIC
MORE ARTWORK
HOUSES FROM COOL MOVIES
CELEBRITY DEATH SITES
THEE CORMANS
ANTI-FLAG
ROCKET
LUCIFER STAR MACHINE
THE CUTE LEPERS
TRAVELS AROUND LONDON
[Peasant In The Big Shitty]
THE DUEL
X RAY SPEX
THE LONDON TATTOO CONVENTION
I.C.H
RED FLAG 77
DISNEY EXHIBITION
CALIFORNIAN ROADTRIP
AND MUCH MUCH MORE!
Look And Thou
Shalt See
See And Thou
Shalt Have Seen
See?
Music
MUSIC? THERE'S TOO MUCH MUSIC. IT LURKS AND ASSAULTS FROM EVERYWHERE. AND THERE'S NO ESCAPE. MUSIC MOOSICK MUSIC. OK, BETTER TURN UP THE MUSIC, I ALMOST HEARD MYSELF THINK
the sun's not yellow
it's chicken
Movies
THE WIZARD OF OZ
WITHNAIL AND I
IN COLD BLOOD
I'M NOT THERE
TRUE ROMANCE
DEAD MAN
SPAGHETTI HORROR & WESTERNS
ROPE
PULP FICTION
FRANKENSTEIN
SIN CITY
NIGHT OF THE HUNTER
TRIUMPH OF THE WILL
PSYCHO 1, 2 & 3
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANYS
THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
NOSFERATU
DRACULA (Lugosi)
TALK RADIO
THE PRINCESS BRIDE
12 ANGRY MEN
THE CORPSE BRIDE
NATURAL BORN KILLERS
PEE WEE'S BIG ADVENTURE
JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN
THE OX-BOW INCIDENT
SAW 1/2/3
THE LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY
CALAMITY JANE
FALLING DOWN
MY FAIR LADY
NEKROMANTIK 1 & 2
A CLOCKWORK ORANGE
EDWARD SCISSORHANDS
THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE
THE EXORCIST 1 & 3
THE BIG LEBOWSKI
BLUE VELVET
LEMONY SNICKET'S A SERIES
OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
THE LADYKILLERS
HIGH NOON
WUTHERING HEIGHTS
RESERVOIR DOGS
WHISTLE DOWN THE WIND
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE
BOUND FOR GLORY
Television
LINKS IN MY SELF-FORGED CHAIN
OF HYPNOTIC ADDICTION INCLUDE:
SEINFELD
CSI
THE WATER MARGIN
POWERPUFF GIRLS
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
XENA
MILLENIUM
BRIMSTONE
SCRUBS
JUDGE JUDY
24
PRISON BREAK
THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN
THE SHIELD
KUNG FU [The Series]
TEX AVERY
COLUMBO
DEXTER
WURZEL GUMMIDGE
THE MIGHTY BOOSH
LAW & ORDER S.V.U
X-FILES
BUFFY
Books
THE LORD OF THE RINGS
BRER RABBIT
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
FUCKED BY ROCK
BAD WISDOM
KES
THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES
THE HOBBIT
THE MAGIC FARAWAY TREE
MY FAULT
IN COLD BLOOD
RAYMOND CHANDLER
THE CHRONICLES OF THOMAS COVENANT
WINNIE THE POOH
AND THE ASS SAW THE ANGEL
H.P.LOVECRAFT
120 DAYS OF SODOM
CRUEL SHOES
PSYCHOTIC REACTIONS & CARBURETOR DUNG
DEATH SCENES
V FOR VENDETTA
POE
Dr. SEUSS
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
Heroes
THERE ARE NO MORE HEROES ANYMORE. EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT RIGHT? BUT IF WE'RE TALKING INSPIRATION AND INFLUENCE HERE'S A FEW OF THE UNIQUE SOULS THAT HAVE MANAGED TO TOUCH A RAGGITY NERVE FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER:
STRUMMER/JONES
DYLAN
VINCENT VAN GOGH
BILL HICKS
HUNTER S. THOMPSON
ALICE COOPER
LESTER BANGS
TOM PETTY
BUTTERCUP POWERPUFF
C.MANSON
STEVE HARLEY
THE INVENTER OF CHIPS
AND TEA
ED GEIN
THE BROTHERS GRIMM
LENNY BRUCE
WILLIAM CHILDISH
ELRIC [Of Melnibone]
BETTIE PAGE
NICK CAVE
THE COEN BROTHERS
WOODY GUTHRIE
THE DADA MOVEMENT
JOHN HEARTFIELD
JOHNNY THUNDERS
SHERLOCK HOLMES
GENTLE JESUS
EL DIABLO
ELVIS AARON PRESLEY
THE CROWMAN
J. ROTTEN
RAY BOLGER (Google him!)
JOEY RAMONE
SALAD FINGERS
MY MUM AND DAD
MARK TWAIN
STIV BATORS
HANNIBAL HEYES
AND KID CURRY
CHAPLIN
H.P. LOVECRAFT
NEVER TRUST
YOUR HEROES
[Buttercup pissed
on my knee]
LAST THOUGHTS ON WOODY GUTHRIE
[Dylan]
When yer head gets twisted
And yer mind grows numb
When you think
You're too old
Too young, too smart
Or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind
An' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl
Of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing
If you start givin' up
If the wine don't come
To the top of yer cup
If the wind's
Got you sideways
With one hand holdin' on
And the other
Starts slipping
And the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire
Needs a new spark
To catch it
And the wood's
Easy findin'
But yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk
Starts crawlin'
And the street
Gets too long
And you start
Walkin' backwards
Or you know
That its wrong
And lonesome comes up
As down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin'
Seems so far away
And you feel the reigns
From yer pony
Are slippin'
And yer rope
Is a-slidin'
'Cause yer hands
Are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert
And evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums
And trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water
And yer drain pipe's
A-pourin'
And the lightnin's
A-flashing
And the thunder's
A-crashin'
And the windows
Are rattlin'
And breakin'
And the roof tops
A-shakin'
And yer whole world's
A-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun
Turn to hours of storm
And to yourself
You sometimes say
"I never knew
It was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me
The day I was born?"
And you start
Gettin' chills
And yer jumpin’
From sweat
And you're lookin'
For somethin'
You ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep
In dark water
With yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin'
With a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves
And she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick
Like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls
From yer hand to yer feet
But you need it badly
And it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly
But you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears
Might-a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy
From the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed
In yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled
While facing a four flush
And all the time
You were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad
It's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind
You wanna be saying
That somebody someplace
Oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue
And sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly
When your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try
You just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul
You just might forget it
And yer eyes get salty
From the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers
Turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens
And yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin
With you underneath
And yer flat on your belly
With yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken
That last detour sign
And you say to yourself
"Just what am I doin'?
On this road I'm walkin'?
On this trail I'm turnin'?
On this curve I'm hanging?
On this pathway I'm strolling?
In the space I'm taking?
In this air I'm inhaling?
Am I mixed up too much?
Am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking?
Where am I running?
What am I saying?
What am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing?
On this banjo I'm frailin'?
On this mandolin I'm strummin'?
In the song I'm singin'?
In the tune I'm hummin'?
In the words I'm writin'?
In the words that I'm thinkin'?
In this ocean of hours
I'm all the time drinkin'?
Who am I helping?
What am I breaking?
What am I giving?
What am I taking?"
But you try with
Your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts
And never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know
Why they're around
Just waiting for a chance
To slip and drop down
'Cause sometimes you hear 'em
When the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might
Catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed
From yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember
For the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream
That was screaming
And you know that it's something
Special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug
That'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land
To stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something
Special all right
You need a fast flyin' train
On a tornado track
To shoot you some place
And shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind
On a steam engine howler
That's been banging and booming
And blowing forever
That knows yer troubles
A hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus
That don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets
In the book
Will be rollin' long after
The bubblegum craze
You need something
To open up a new door
To show you something
You seen before
But overlooked
A hundred times or more
You need something
To open your eyes
You need something
To make it known
That it's you
And no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy
No matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special alright
You need something special
To give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said
Or maybe you heard
On some windy corner
'Round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man
And you need it bad
And yer trouble is
You know it too good
'Cause you look an'
You start getting the chills
'Cause you can't find it
On a dollar bill
And it ain't on
Macy's window sill
And it ain't on
No rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no
Fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made
In no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on
That dim lit stage
With that half-wit
Comedian on it
Ranting and raving
And taking yer money
And you think it's funny
No you can't find it
Neither in no night club
No yacht club
And it ain't in the seats
Of a supper club
And sure as hell
You're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't gonna find it
On your ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumours
People're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion
People are sellin' you
And it ain't in
No cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it
On the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you
And neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in
The cream puff hair-do
Or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies
Or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow
Noises or the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin'
In Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty
And ain't I cute
And look at my skin
Look at my skin shine
Look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh
Look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense
If they got any insides
These people so pretty
In their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now
Nor no other day
Find it on the doorsteps
Made out-a paper mache
And inside it the people
Made of molasses
That every other day
Buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals
And flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn ya in
For a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp
And bend and crack
And before you can count
From one to ten
Do it all over again
But this time
Behind yer back my friend
The ones that wheel and deal
And whirl and twirl
And play games with each other
In their sand-box world
And you can't find it either
In the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules
For the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones
That ain't got any talent
But think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while
'Cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks
Get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money
And chicks
And you yell to yourself
And you throw down yer hat
Sayin'
"Christ do I gotta be like that?
Ain't there no one here
That knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here
That knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game
It ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name
You can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look
For this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look
For this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look
For this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look
For this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look
For this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere?
And your feet can only walk
Down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look
Through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell
Two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to
The church of your choice
Or you can go
To Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in
The church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie
In Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
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WELCOME TO MONDO GONZO RAGGITY
MY OWN PRIVATE WORLD OF
PHOTOGRAPHY
SCRIBBLINGS
ARTWORK
HELLO CURIOUS INTERLOPER.
YOU ARE INDEED MOST WELCOME. STEP INTO MY WORLD AND YOU WILL FIND YOU HAVE THE UNIQUE OPPORTUNITY TO PEEK THROUGH THE DIRTY KEYHOLE OF MY MIND. WHERE YOU CAN WITNESS MY PHOTOGRAPHY, ARTWORK AND SELECTED SMALL SNATCHES OF MY WRITING.
IT'S AN ONGOING MISSION THAT EXPANDS CONSTANTLY, AS I ADD BOTH OLDER AND CURRENT WORKS. SO IF YOU EITHER LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, OR SEE WHAT YOU LIKE THEN STAY CLOSE AND CALL IN AS REGULARLY AS YOU CAN. BECAUSE NEW EYE-MEAT IS DELIVERED REGULARLY.
RELAX, PULL UP A MOUSE, TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME AND HAVE A JOLLY GOOD SNOOP AROUND. IF YOU SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE FEEL FREE LEAVE ME A MESSAGE. IT MAKES ME FEEL LESS ALONE.
BECAUSE WHAT YOU WILL FIND WITHIN THESE CYBER-PAGES IS MY LIFE. IT'S WHAT I DO. WHETHER BY CHEMICAL CHANCE, PERSONAL EVOLUTION OR UN-INTELLIGENT DESIGN, I AM CURSED/BLESSED TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH LENS-SHAPED EYES. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY. THEN I EITHER DRAW IT, WRITE ABOUT IT, OR CAPTURE IT'S SOUL WITH MY CAMERA. IT'S THE ONLY WAY I KNOW TO TRY AND GET THE DISJOINTED THOUGHTS THAT SWARM INSIDE MY MIND TO AT LEAST MAKE SOME KIND OF SENSE. IT ALSO HELPS TO STOP ME RUNNING THROUGH THE STREETS SCREAMING, AND SPRAYING BULLETS. FOR NOW....
I ALSO WORK FOR 'ROCKSOUND' MAGAZINE AND [FAR TOO] OFTEN GET ROPED INTO MANAGING, PROMOTING, DEALING WITH THE MERCH AND TOUR-MANAGING VARIOUS BANDS AND/OR VENUES.
SO IF YOU LIKE MY WORK, ENJOY YOUR STAY AND PLEASE COME BACK AS OFTEN AS YOU WANT. I'M ALWAYS HERE. IF HOWEVER YOU DON'T LIKE MY WORK JUST LET YOURSELF OUT BY THE BACK DOOR AND WE'LL NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN.
PAUL RAGGITY.
FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHY, ARTWORK AND WRITTEN WORDS.
YOU CAN CONTACT ME WITH ANY ENQUIRIES/COMMISSIONS BY
E-MAILING:
paulraggity@googlemail.com
OR VIA MY FACEBOOK PAGE:
www.facebook.com/raggity
ALL PHOTOGRAPHS, ARTWORK AND BLOGS ARE COPYRIGHT CONTROLLED AND BOOBYTRAPPED WITH VOODOO CURSES
IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN USING,OR BUYING LIMITED EDITION PRINTS OF MY WORK PLEASE GET IN TOUCH.
DON'T JUST STEAL IT, EVEN IF YOU ARE ON THE PICTURE! BECAUSE EVERYTIME SOMEBODY DOES THAT JESUS KILLS A KITTEN AND SHITS IN AN ANGELS MOUTH.
Who I'd like to meet:
Not many people.
Possibly the other me. I'm sure I was here somewhere but maybe I left without saying goodbye again?
Or my Demons. They owe me a drink or two for all the havoc they have caused.
Sometimes I think it might be nice to meet a fox going by the name of Michael. J. Human? Particularly on a fine Autumn afternoon with the bright sun, and the leaves everywhere.
But failing that, anyone that appreciates the power of a picture, or can introduce me to any of the above. I'm easily pleased.
if everybody was to speak only when spoken to
then who would speak first?
SLIDE SHOW SAMPLES
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Hello Paul there and welcome to my page, I see we have similar friends...great site you have there my dear...please feel free to check out our music on the link below and welcome aboard...BIG LOVE Jen. X
Hello curiosity inspector...hehe! bloody hell !! very interesting blogs..only saw the ones in myspace because we ain't facefuck friends ! Mina Sina Catarina Margarina is alright..moved in with Mr. and living quite a domestic bliss..can you believe it? We already built 2 canvas for my future artwork..well he build it...that's what men are for..put up the shelves and shit like that !!! ahahah Keep me posted with your next adventures. Oh and thanks for the barks..very much appreciated..:)
It was arranged like that , was a Victorian party we all had to dress up and there was this place for the photos.... (but i think they did some computer work on it as well...) Cheers Kobayashi
Hey dear vinegar lover. I'm having vinegar with salad and remembered your a lover too. How's life? Haven't heard from you in a while. Hope all is well in your world. Please send life proof :) x
This picture is making-me feeling good too, facing the sea, free, leaving troubles and worries behind you... and in harmony with the natural elements...!!!!!I
Hey mister! Actually, you never did give me your email address, actually, so there!! Anyway, why would you want me to email you, when we have this, and you have my number too, silly!! I say lets cath up over a drink super sooooon! If you wanna come to the gig on wednesday let me know (I have a special list!) It's a mixture of bands plus me and another girl performing...at the underworld - let me know if you can make it! :)
