Just a brief post right now about this book, which I truly think is one of the best books about music ever, though my recent reread of it is enabling me to catch assumptions and potential flaws more than I noticed in the past. Nonetheless, I think t[…]

Actually it’s a post I made on a brobdignagian R-Thread on ILM with the Wedge-related part in bold:
“In Seattle Dave Q said that ‘ordinary people’ are mostly rockist. I think this is true once you’ve started self-identif[…]

When I go to Berlin to perform
I only need a knapsack and these (points to arms)
And these (points to legs)
You don’t know me, or the possible effects of my words
You owe me fifty pounds
I have a passion I feel is degenerated by
Unwittingly bei[…]

Ryan Gander is pre-occupied with the perceived failure of Utopian Modernism. Gander’s childrens book The Boy Who Always Looked Up is an account of the final days of reviled Hungarian architect Erno Goldfinger, as told through the eyes of a you[…]

Oh, you do?
WELL, here we go.
The book is the fantastically titled The Corpse Now Arriving by Margaret Hinxman. The front cover features an obviously bleached plastic laboratory skellington clutching a British Rail ticket from [xXx] to London Victori[…]

When you have a remarkably bogstandard piece of adventure fantasy (Mothership agane) where the whole thing seems neatly wrapped up in time for the last twenty pages. And then, all of a sudden, there is a revelation, a character goes missing and the q[…]

Ashley Andel went to an art high school, and reads lots of art and design books, plus he listens to music loads, and reads magazines, lots and lots of magazines, porn, tabloids, art rags, and everything else–he works in a toy store, one of thos[…]

It seems to be a perfectly bogstand piece of fantasy fiction. Princes and their squires in a feudal everyworld. Sure there are odd hints about “the wall” but the hints that things may not be what they seem are laid on delicately until the[…]

To cash in / celebrate its 70th birthday this month, Penguin have published 70 slim titles. The range is eclectic; short stories, essays, travel writing, Borges! Um, Nick Hornby. They are cheap at ‘1.50 each, although I was expecting a cover pr[…]

yesterday was the final day of the christian marclay show at the barbican, which is annoying cz i caught it w.an hour to spare and thus can only somewhat impotently tell you that VIDEO QUARTET is the best piece of video art i have EVER SEEN and if yo[…]