Sunday, 27 December 2009

Drinking Muddy Water

...is what made my mind INVERT. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Santa reached into his enormous sack of presents and pulled out an inverted bloody mind for me this Christmas.

What is it like?


Only a bit more badly drawn. I'll ignore the red that represents life this week as it really isn't worth going into at all. Mysterious? I wish.

So instead I'll press on in valiant artistic green that raises above my new invert-o-brain. Firstly I finally managed to finish the AMAZING FANTASY SAGA that has been sitting unfinished on no less than two separate laptops. It sounds a little like this and I urge you to check it out. If that's not enough persuasion there's a swanky promotional image that took me all manner of minutes.


Sweet, eh? Yeah. Also for Christmas old saint Nick and all his FUCKING WARPED GOBLIN ASSISTANTS (my brother) got me a graphics tablet and I used the oppurtunity to experiment with different colouring styles. The one below is of that most majestic of men; the president of the galaxy.


Quoth the man:

"You've been in the vortex?"
"...You saw me kid"
" - and you saw the whole infinity of creation?"
" - the lot baby, it's a real neat place y'know"
"...and you saw yourself in relation to it all?"
"yeah, yeah, yeah"
" - and what did you experience?"
"It just told me what I knew all the time - I'm a really great guy - didn't I tell you, baby?

...I am ZAPHOD BEEBLEBROX!"


- wait, this is the end. No reviews of the year? No 'greatest gigs' or 'best albums' or 'grooviest films' or 'funkdangliest DVDs' or 'randazzliar'd fantillions'?!?!?!

No. I enjoy making lists but I don't see the point in doing them at all. Plus I'm going to go and cradle my new invertmind and hope it LETS ME FUCKING LIVE at some point.


Cryptic? I wish.

See you IN THE FUTURISTIC YEAR OF 2010 on the FUTURISTIC DAY of the 3rd of January.


O - x

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Mountains

This is about as festive as I get - here are some lovely pictures. AND LO - A GOLDEN HORSE DOTH RIDE NEARBY.

Can you see it?

No I didn't think so. Enjoy these X-Men I did for the living embodiment of Jazz.



A bigger version of the four of them can be seen below and AT THIS LOCATION


- There will be stuff happening before the Christmas, and it will be this sodding audio thing. Oh yes, that thing. So be checking myspace and deviantart and things and no doubt you'll see it.

Apologies for the lack of different colours - will return for proper on the festive 27th ;)

O - x


Sunday, 13 December 2009

(Take These) Chains

...I don't need them, they're cluttering up my workspace. Hello there, welcome to the seven thousandth Oblog. It's been a hell of a week. Hold on - you're about to hear ALL ABOUT IT. My vast and cynical mass has travelled the length and wength of the blogsphere and I know that TWO COLOURS bring about total harmony. This is for life. This is for art. The two are inseperable in every sense but for the whimsy of colour-coding.

The week began with me hurling work at deadlines and then proceeding to leg it in the other direction. The other direction being Leeds - whereupon many 'chugs', 'lols' and other thrashisms were performed in honour of Mr Mike Alexander the fallen bassist of Evile.
The resizing thing still isn't fixed. Can you tell? The thrash bands playing consisted of Mutant,Gama Bomb, Seregon and an all-star covers band consisting of Evile folks and the drummer from Dimmu Borgir and members of the aforementioned groups. It was ridiculous fun - as thrash gigs always tend to be. Very silly. My second gig (and therefore event) of the week was last night in the glowing laser-light of Hawkwind, although the half-hour support set by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown may just have topped it.
Gawd yes. My art has fallen into an unfortunate post-exam lapse, but BELIEVE ME - this will not be the case in the following week. I will be SPOILT FOR CHOICE in green. Anyway - artistically debatable but damned good fun was my final radio show - which you can hear by clicking on this sentence. That's it. Bit brief - but I will have more to say next week when I'm mired in the glorious silence of home and that wondrous PRE-CHRISTMAS blog post.

Yes it really is that close. Exciting isn't it? Like something crawling into your spine. See you on the 20th - !

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Delilah

...would be the name of my horse - had I a horse or the desire or resources to own a horse. I don't want a horse. Welcome to the OH SHIT I'VE GOT A THOUSAND WORDS OF ESSAY STILL TO WRITE WHY AM I WRITING A FUCKING BLOG blog. It's gonna be fun this week. Now remember children, this colour represents life - and this represents art. Yes, they were two colours all along. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be, stop it.

This week my life has been a beautifully hectic thing - like a flower beautifully opening in A FUCKING ION STORM *looks up ion storm* There's not flowers in space! This blog is whack. Anyway, it began last week with me doing bugger-all and then suddenly gig happened. Gig in question was The Answer and was very enjoyable - I'll put a picture below.

It was like that - but in Corporation. Lots of boogietacular grooveantics - the support bands were alternatingly cute and fucking terrible. Further things happened this week such as the final death of my much-abused laptop and it's subsequent replacement by a much shinier machine. The rest of the week was spent (and still is) frantically alternating between essay work and getting to know my new (and fairly fabulous) girlfriend Jazz. Who is fabulously fair. That's her below. Jealous? You know it.

Tis a bigger beard than I can grow. Oh shit, the writing's gone green. Must mean it's time for some creative gossip - because thankfully I'm being equally creative as I am anything else. Oh bollocks, I actually haven't. Well I drew a Bearghandi and something super secret but my scanner is broke so you'll just have to IMAGINE IT. For archival purposes though, check out the ONLY Lord of the Rings fan art I've ever below. It's bloody enormous you'll have to click on it to see it proper -

The reason for this is that this blog editor is only the fritz and I can't seem to alter the sizes of the pictures - but that's fine because I sensed you wanted that all up in your face today. The only other vaguely creative thing I did this week was a radio show THAT COUNTS - and it was guested by the aforementioned Beardy Jazz - as I will be guesting on her show Soon I Will Be Invincible tonight at six. What larks. Oh - and if you're in the mood for another show after that - this weeks Heal You Hangover with Liberty Nears and Adam 'Progman' Page was particularly bloody good - AN HOUR AND A HALF OF PROG?! Yes please.

Right - I'm off. To essay perchance to dream. I will see you on the thrifty thirteenth for an update on a week that will hopefully see me hand in this fucking shit and get on with my life. TOODLES - !

Sunday, 29 November 2009

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

...I put the kettle on and let it. Sometimes you just have to face these problems alone.

Welcome to the eleventh weekly Oblog - now slightly more lavender. Isn't it exciting? I would've picked a darker more MANLY purple but it made the green that represents art look JARRINGLY horrible, like it was diving out of the monitor to decimate you to bits. The red that represents life was unaffected by all but one PARTICULARLY MANLY shade of purple - so that was avoided as well. Sad really.

A week that I was meant to be KNUCKLING DOWN and doing some bloody work (as usual) left me sitting, just sitting, and doing nowt. Except I didn't even bother doing that and went out on a few adventures. One particular adventure saw me sitting nearby this adonis of joy -
...and all was well. It was another charity gig for a local farm trust thing and Mr P told some anecdotes and read some bits of out some books and everyone was CHARMED TO DEATH by how bloody lovely he is. A particular highlight of the evening was when a raffle result was announced (the winner had the opportunity to meet Palin after the show) and a woman in the front row launched herself at the stage screeching with wonder. It was quickly reiterated that not only was there a number, but there was a COLOUR too. The woman went deathly quiet, and all the while that she was making a living fiasco of herself - an elderly gentleman had been walking toward the stage with his ticket aloft. Mr P protested that she should at least get a consolation prize for her enthusiasm. The other elderly gentlemen of undeniable charm and humour I saw this week was this fellow -
- who, and I don't want to oversell this, LITERALLY KICKED THE LIVING ARSE. Having never seen a Coop show I'd expected it to be fairly theatrical - but NOTHING could prepare me for just how amazing it was. The lass who went to see it with me had already witnessed the Coop on three separate occasions previously and she was bowled over by the lunacy of it all. For those uneducated I leave this tantalizing image...
Right. On to the other part of the thing. Essay deadline time is when I'm most productive so it's no surprise (although a fair amount of annoyance and shame on my part) that I've produced two whole bloody pictures this week - you can see one below and one right at the end. Go on - skip to the end. Back? Not worth it was it?Additionally I remastered bits and bobs from the superhero EPIC CAPTAIN COSMOS AND THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER ANDROIDS FROM MARS which if you click on that title there you can go and hear. Go on. It's not COMPLETELY TERRIBLE, it's got Keira Knightly in it. Shrewd.Yesterday I did a radio show with special guest Ron Lamp from the band DAN SHANDY AND THE SHAMBLING DANDIES which was fairly beautiful - you can hear it again if you click on this sentence. Right that's enough hyperlinking. I'm done now.
See you on the *shudder* 6th. That'll be 24 hours before DEADLINE DAY. I'm quiverin' like a jellyfish on a... washing machine? Euch.

Art is here
Audio is here
Dan Shandy is here
Radio is here

O - x

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Home Tonight

...if I had fifty bloody pounds to spare and no MASSIVE ENORMOUS DEADLINES looming distant ready to crush my sodding head into the ground. However as winter draws in I do long more for the frosty fields of my fatherland - no matter how chav-ridden and comparatively rife with inactivity it has become. Right - you recall the drill - life can be seen in this colour - and art in this one.

This week seems to have disappeared under my feet - although it was infinitely harder on my long-suffering laptop who is, as I write, hooked up to a thousand different life-support machines just to make it go. I shudders and whirs and occasionally shuts down and I ponder a replacement. At this point in time there's no such thing as an affordable purple machine - but THERE IS something equally as gaudy - and I'm pondering it.This is quite a sinister view of it, isn't it? Like I'd come in my room one day and see it at this angle - and it would release a single shrill cry "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" and I would leave. Quickly.
Laptop perversions aside my week was also graced with
the magical strains of Northern Oak who so EASILY could have played a Dan Shandy cover, but they didn't. Heathen devils. Also at that gig was Echofall, who I'd not seen before. Very good powery metal, reminiscent of an early nwobhm band, complete with shrill singer who caused the bar staff to clutch the alcohol cabinets in worry. The first band of the evening were a bothersome 'hardcore' band of little kids whose fashions were so mesmerizingly fucking silly that I can barely remember what they actually played.

This is literally them. 'Twatcore' anyone?

Right - Artwise this week has been a bit of a cop-out. I would absolutely love to blame the death of my laptop but this just ISN'T THE CASE . Did a logo for a metal night that absolutely everybody hated but I don't think it's THAT god awful, surely? To be rejected with embarrassed silence - ? Och well. It's below so judge for yourselves really. Been fixing up and recording my FANTASY EPIC in my spare moments (that's all my awake moments really - although the true 'spare' nature of them is debatable) and it's shaping up to be something rather bloody special. Although it could just be shite. One of the two. Finally, my legendary radio show wasn't on this week. More's the pity - oh well.
WHOEVER DESIGNED THAT MUST BE A BASTARD. Right, off for the day - to pies and essay planning and ritually beating my laptop with a donkey's leg stuffed with cloves in hope that it's spirit will re-enter before I have to sacrifice 400 representations of pounds for a very red thing. See you on the 29th - wherein the deadlines will be close to rearing their hideous heads.

Art is here
Audio is here
Dan Shandy is here

O - x

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Do You Wanna

I certainly don't. Yet I've been forced into it, you see. You don't see? That's fine. This will be an ABSURDLY SHORT post - because my entire week was a big massive fat nowt. As usual the line between life and art is seperated by two DISTINCTLY DIFFERENT COLOURS. This one for life - this one for art. Fairly simple isn't it? No? That's fine.

With nary a moment's thought I set to the doctor's on Monday to be told that the reason for agonies was simply that I was AN ENORMOUS PIG, medically speaking. "Tell me something I don't know doc" I yelled. Her response was brief and fairly cruel. Move it or lose it. Or do both. I opt for the neither but agree to watch my intake. Not too closely. Success then.
As stated previously my week was as rotund and useless as myself - did a bit of a bar crawl on Thursday around the old aleries of industrial Sheffield. The greatest was the Kelham Island adjacent Fat Cat -a very tall Victorian affair with different rooms and lots of good ales.
This is a fat cat. Probably not in the Fat Cat.

Last night I went to a gig to see the ASTOUNDING Northern Oak and various other folky-battlemetally type band. As always, the genre ain't my cup of tea - but I love Northern Oak unconditionally - also another act were particularly good - Andraste - who has mandolins and all manner of other agreeable celtic boogies to their sound. Also Alex Sotheran was there being old and crabby and old. His writes a blog that's won him the awards of Iceland and the hearts of many.
It's been a slow damn week for art. I drew a rather elaborate picture that I intend to spent some time over, but you just passsed a preview above. Just to whet yon beaks and faces. Also for the first time PICTURES of the momentous Saturday Owen in Rock nineties show -


look at us. God we're metal. That's Mr Rob Dillon and Adam Page joining me in my posing. Crikey.
Finally - as I've said variously in different places - I'm in the midst of producing AN FANTASY EPIC LOLZ in the medium of audio. THERE'S AN EXCLUSIVE PREVIEW HERE Nice - but it's weeks away from completion. Will update you on it's progress.

That was longer than I thought it was going to be. How time flies by - and the echoed words of a thousand strangers grow fainter and fainter over the howling winds of the void that steadily nears. SEE YOU ON THE 22nd!!!

Art is here
Audio is here
Dan Shandy is here
Radio show is here

O - x

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Honeysuckle Love




...is the most twee name for a post ever don't you think? - and possibly the least relevant. That's the power of shuffle for you. What a week - what a HELL OF A WEEK. I'm about to tell you about it now. Are you ready?

How unfortunate. You've forgotten the RULES already. I'll reiterate; life is in this colour, art is in this one. It's quite simple really - I'm not quite sure how you forgot in the first place. CACKMINDEDNESS I'm sure. Let's forget our troubles with a big blog post.

A week of unrelenting laziness - the chipper and exciting baroness of humour Dawn Hadley had marked one of my mid-term essays. Apparently difficult to read. Construct sentences badly apparently. Don't think possible it is. My sentences are perfect. Per


Dawn correcting THE LORD OF ALL CREATION on his sentence construction. In a field.


Fect. My other mid-term I failed to get back because I went out for pie with my visiting brother. He is a gimp - but a fairly lovable one. I'd link you somewhere but I have no idea where he works from these days. Used to have a blog (a bit less exciting than this one) but that's now vanished. He's on twitter I think. Twitter is shite. That is all. The rest of the week was consumed with bizarre and vague pain that is yet to subside. How tiresome. Oh and today I went on AN ADVENTURE - it was BRILLIANT - I went to ALL MANOR* OF EXCITING PLACES.

I was in there. It was fantastic.















*this was a pun. Did you enjoy it?

Artistically this week yielded sparse but enjoyable products. Firstly - last week I recorded a new audio thing for Crazy Fox Machine (there's a link at the end, or if you're a sharp cookie you'll have gone along that thar hyperlink) which is an unfinished thing half written by me and half by my SOULMATE Robert John Phillips Esq - laird of Brightonshire. Also I began working on a FANTASY EPIC that will see the light of day in 2010 or so. Look out for the teaser poster that I probably won't draw.
Something I definetly did draw was a tailpiece to that big 'Stark' montage of the other week - the final design of the character which DOMINATED the top of the post up there. Looking rather funky. ICEFUNKY.
Finally - whether you can call this art or not - Saturday's Owen in Rock radio show is available online at THIS LOCATION which is nice. It was set within the eighties and guest-starred the handsome goth icon and all-round rock soc financial fellow; Mark Jones.

Right. Out of that filthy mosscolour and goodbye with you. I'm going to wrestle with my belly and hope that it'll see sense and SHUT UP. Also sleep - tons of sleep. See you on the 15th - with a more SUNNY OUTLOOK (although it'll still be fucking cold I'll warrant).

Radio Be Here
Art Be Here
Audio Be Here
Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies Be Here

O - x

Sunday, 1 November 2009

Wrath of God

....................EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's a healthy thing to begin a blog with a metal scream. If there were a single god (and not the pantheon of mighty chaos gods that I believe in) I'm certain the thunderous blustering wind is absolutely sod all to do with him - nor the bubbling stomach acid attacking my insides - nor even the massively disappointing Halloween last night. No, his wrath would most certainly take the form of this blog. Wrathfully dull. OHOHOHO. AS PER USUAL life cloaks itself in this colour, whilst art is more comfortable in this one. On with it then -

As previously alluded to; last night's halloween was a cop out. Local metal club Corp was STUFFED to the brim and I was far too unwilling to pay five bloody pounds to get in so settled for going home with the housemates and watching the evening fizzle out around me. Costume was literally brilliant though. Don't have a good picture, but it was purple. Oh lawdy mamma it was purple. I think I shall take to wearing it around the town. The rest of the week was gloriously unoccupied by work as I SAUNTERED ABOUT not doing much.

Artwise it's been a bit of a blinder - spent almost the ENTIRE WEEK shading this enormous picture (below) which montages the evolution of a character named Stark from something that hasn't happened yet. Oh yeah. Fourth radio show of the term featuring Mr Sean Morley IV went well, and recorded two sketch for it that'll turn up at some point. ...oh Yeah and Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies have four new songs about. Pretty wicked. Pretty FUCKING wicked.

That's it then. Brief wasn't it? Like life. Brief and unemotional - but then would you read a blog that was all OH GAWD IT WAS TERRIBLE TODAY [X] DIDN'T TALK TO ME AND SO FORTH? No - you wouldn't. It would be boring - and the person you'd want to read couldn't give a monkey's arse anyway. So why write? It's that ego isn't it - ?! That bloody massive ego. Sod it. See you on the 8th kiddies.

O - x

Sunday, 25 October 2009

So Tired

Right - on with the blog. Although writing even the shortest sentence has now become an extreme ordeal following many straight hours of essay-writing. Grammar Check. Grammar is fine. Sigh. ...although that was a whole mess of fragmentary sentences right there. As USUAL life is in this colour and art is in this one. Divided - like the hearts and minds of our generation. Hyperlinks are usually hidden about this place in different colours. I'm sure that was one. Although I wouldn't click it if I were you.

So. Life. As I had previously implied, I've fallen into an essayhole so deep you couldn't find the sides with an ol' time pokin' stick. And shit me my pokin' stick is nigh on six yards long. These troublesome essays have doomed me to a week inside away from society and I have been branded a worrisome communist by terrifyingly serious neo-nazis. Finally finished my first piece of work last night at almost the exact time I found out it's marker, Dr Dawn Hadley, is a fan of Reeves & Mortimer. Was very tempted to write some quotes at the end - although I know that this isn't that kind of world - and in the thirteen years since her profession of Reeveslove she's probably grown disenfranchised with the beast. I could slip the Catterick DVD into the report...

Is the divide too great between Hadley and Vic & Bob? Potentially.

CHRIST! I did so very little art this week, but before the essayhole fully consumed me I managed to hurl a small piece out. You can see it below - and I'm rather happy with it. Although you may be asking the same question as I do everytime I see it... "Prawns or scorpions?" You decide. Heartbreaking really. Third radio show of the term with guest fellow Mr Chris Nolan-Rennie Esq (who also produced a trophy with little-to-no prawn/scorpion confusion). The show has since been lost in the fabric of time and so those who missed it TRULY MISSED OUT. But you can still go and gander at the setlist and dream of what it must've sounded like. Also I vaguely adapted my VISUAL SCREENPLAY 'Nothingman' into more of an AUDIO PLAY which is bizarrely titled 'To Be Loved' for reasons that I'm not quite sure about. Here be an extract - -

Flint: Oh that days like these are mine to witness - ! How quickly the owl of love is frozen, quivering so near to the motorway of lust. I saw it didn’t I? A glimmer in her eye – a desire for Flint?! OH SWEET FLINT – How wouldst thou stand in a court of friends, surrounded by a jury of just Foster? An eagle eye penetrating the intentions of my heart –

Scott is suddenly there

Scott: Who are you talking to?

Flint: - WHERE’S MY BISON, SCOTT?

Scott: I –

Flint: I instructed you to fetch forth a bison, now BRING IT lest I RENT YE ASUNDER

Scott: Blimey no! – I’ll fetch it for you o’Flint

He scarpers

Flint: Aye, that he had. For the bison will be the zenith of my scheme to capture the heart of Retok Armbaland.

Dramatic organ chord. Fade out.


Shit yes. Oh the font is black now. I suppose it's the end of the blog this week. Shame. Before I go - gander at yon trophy...

...prawns or scorpions... Oh. Sorry - right - see you on the THRILLING FIRST DAY OF NOVEMBER.

Art Be Here
Audio Be Here
Radio (Normally) Be here

O - x


Sunday, 18 October 2009

Present Tense

You can spend your time alone
Redigesting past regrets, Oh
Or you can, come to terms and realize
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, Oh
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense

The fifth weekly blog kicks off in gloriously melodramatic form. Thanks to AMAZING OLD ALEX for mentioning me in his most recent post (BY THE WAY - UNDERLINED IS HYPERLINKS - CLICK THE BUGGERS AND THEY'LL WHISK YOU TO BEAUTIFUL NEW WORLDS). So, to reiterate for the brain-dead and liver-alive; LIFE is the colour of BLOOD and ART is the colour of FIELDS.

The second constructed wall-planner is a lot neater, but still acts as a cruel cardboard mausoleum to all the work I should've done. Still not panicking though - which has got to be a good thing. Sunday night was Vic Reeves, who was entertaining and I purchased his book - which is HILARIOUS. Better than your Mock the Week patrons who've been floating around the city dully these past few days spewing tired ironies at guffawing morons. Reeves himself was a glittering baron of the bizarre, his book full of art and glory (my particular favourite is the page on houseflies, who converse with the devil). A highlight was Reeves leaning over to the interviewer and enigmatically announcing "...the moon, my friend, is evil" before detailing his plans to stab it down. After that me and my merrie fellowes marched home via Northern Oak who were on top form despite the attempts of West Street Live to level them into nothing. You cannot silence folk, my friends. The other thing I did this week was SUDDENLY deciding to go out and see UP in 3D which was interesting but certainly not up to the superior quality of say... BRAD BIRD'S glorious bloody films. The first ten minutes were extremely well done as many of the weeping glass-adorned sods that filled the cinema will attest. Interesting to see a 3D kids film tackling... miscarriage. Yikes.

"It gets no better than this..."(the first ten minutes of Up)

This week my art has been side-lined into the vague design of a trophy, the inevitable lecture sketchings and the colouring of other people's lines (see below). The second Owen in Rock with special guest Adam "Progman" Page went quite well despite the studio intrusion of space rats. It had to happen I suppose. Listen again is UP finally and can be heard AT THIS LOCATION. Next week will be the sixties, which I'm finding difficult to fill up with long songs and things that will actually work. As is the challenge that faces ALL DJs ALL OF THE TIME.















The Ice-man of Reykjavik was drawn by Mr Christopher Nolan Rennie and the Sycophant by Senor Joe Richards.








Well that's it. I hope you're pleased (OR DISAPPOINTED) that I avoided the melodrama I so easily could've inserted between every line. I wrote rather a lengthy and pretentious poem last night that I was tempted to insert here - but no, I thought it would DRIVE YOU INSANE. Do I get any thanks for sparing you?! NO. Never. Bastards. Now to clean the bloody house and do some bloody work and continue sitting bloody down. See you on the 25th for some pre-deadline japery.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x


Sunday, 11 October 2009

Traveler in Time

The morning sun I feel
all pain and sorrow

the apparition of my words in these days
makes me feel I've told them before


Fourth blog. Glory be. It's like we've living in some kind of ludicrous world where I write blogs every fucking Sunday. To reiterate; events outside of art are in THIS COLOUR - and events within the walls of artistic endeavor are THIS COLOUR. That's it. You don't need to know anymore. Stop reading. Oh my god did you stop reading?! How foolish.

Two weeks into lectures and I'm still not fully taking in JUST HOW BLOODY MUCH there is to do. I drew myself up an enormous wall-planner which planned out my workload within the week and promptly did NONE OF IT - so now it sits on the wall as a testament to all the work I haven't done. The first Peroxide was on Wednesday, went relatively well and DOOMGOAT was well received. Ohhhh yeah. Saw STAR TREK last night - was literally just a ton of lens flares and cliches with vague Star Trek leanings.

Crew member: Should there be tons of lens flares!? J.J. Abrams: Make it so


Drawing has again been relegated to elaborate doodles during lectures (me and Chris had a T-Rex drawing competition - thanks to some random lady I was proclaimed the winner, then I gave her the drawing as a prize for voting and so there's no evidence of my dino triumph). Did two radio shows over the past week - one last Monday wasn't broadcast, but I did record it and it lies waiting for the news about whether the RockSoc website can host it. The Saturday one was the triumphant return of Owen in Rock (although no bugger actually told me) so I composed the setlist very randomly mere hours beforehand. I had a few listeners, it's not on 'play again' so it's brief shining light will be LOST FOREVER. Anyhow - the final crowning artistic achievement of this week can really only be REYKJAVIK the new hit single by Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies. Lovely bunch o' lads.



"Listening to Dan Shandy and the Shambling Dandies is like REALLY AMAZING SEX" Anonymous, 2009


That's that done for this week. Hope you enjoyed the trawl through the mundane and the marvellous. Now I'm going to spend a few hours getting dolled up for VIC REEVES this evening. Fuck yes.
Oh Crikey crikey yes. See you on the 18th.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x


Sunday, 4 October 2009

Guts

The sun is burning my face
My insides running a race
I need somebody with soul


Yarg. My third blog. Sweet - as is the RULE; life is in THIS COLOUR and art is in THIS ONE. Pretty sweet, eh? What times we live in.

First week of lectures were LITERALLY RIDICULOUS. Dumped upon our precious heads were tons and tons of narky and 'orrible demands. Promptly I lied to my dissertation supervisor about the work I'd done and the whole of my week's work was underpinned by a deep weight of lies. LYING LIES. Lies are filthy. Anyhow - punctuating this tide of UNFORGIVABLE DISHONESTY I made several purchases that made me much happier; one was these fine graphic novels and the other was a ticket to see a certain Mr VIC REEVES LIVE promoting his new book. All of the previous entries vague and mysterious melodrama has dried up and left things rather dull. So I sit and wait. Oh...and do some fucking work. I should do some work.












Two personae responsible for brightening up my week - Mr Reeves (as always) and the astonishingly fucking brilliant artwork of D'israeli aka Matt Brooker.


Right - in terms of art I've finally gone in yesterday to print of Mr Chris Mole's astonishing Ice Age plot with hopes to dood
le on it thoughtfully throughout the week. Also I've been sketching quite feverishly depending on the proximity of my drawin' book to my lecture notes - and often just on the lecture notes, although most of them are on lined paper and so look quite unappealing scanned in. There are some below. Yikes.
I went in at the end of th
e week and applied for the re-freshin' of my radio show - if all goes well it'll be back hopefully on the weekend, with the same name and same DEDICATION TO THE DECADES - albeit now injected with a fistful of my obsessive systems. Joy. Again, me and Mr Adam Progman are doing a sort of 'proto-schedule' show with lots of diverse and beautiful nonsense. Find that on Forge Radio tomorrow at six-thirty to eight. Nice... ...REALLY nice.

























Thar she blows. Done for this week - thanks for reading if you did - not sure what to say to those that didn't. Just know that I'm hurt beyond recognition.
See you on the 11th.

Art be here
Audio be here

O - x


Sunday, 27 September 2009

Feelgood Formula

Seeking wisdom that grows like fire,
burning down the remains of you...
You may call it amusing sometimes,
inviting us to go nowhere...

Here we go - SECOND attempt to write a blog entry. As always LIFE and ART are colour-coded because THAT'S THE WAY IT IS.

Last week's melodrama has bizarrely turned to nothing, all three parties involved (me included) maintaining a stubborn silence. Funeralopolis on Thursday, was moved again by my aunties' tearful contributions and irritated by the quietness of the usher (or whatever you'd call him) - I just wanted to leap up and do it in his stead -- but given I was already being frowned upon for being splendidly adorned in purple I thought the better of it. It's always nice to visit home for at least an INCREDIBLY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME -as is the way. Friday and Saturday were consumed in Rock Society duties - and although the Fresher turnout on Friday was utterly disgraceful last night made up for it with AT LEAST ELEVEN new faces - most very amiable and quite nervous. Corp was Corp as always - upstairs being a bizarrely bass-heavy 'dubstep' extravaganza that rattled the ears quite worryingly.

Right - ARTWISE this week has been silently lacking. As term begins I solemnly embrace that art will be pushed to the wayside until I have a deadline THEN I'll I want to draw. I have a synopsis by ex el-presidente Chris that I'm going scribble on, but that's literally it for the mo. Audiowise, the last Newsmack was VERY quietly received so I've not been incredibly motivated to start writing another as yet. Tuesday's radio show went well - although wasn't advertised so it was INCREDIBLY UNLIKELY that any fresher's heard. But all my nearest and dearest (bar one without the net) tuned in and it was a lark - so all is well. May or may not get one in the next two weeks and there's a re-application meeting on the Friday. My status will tell this story.

No GOSSIP at all this week - I am sorry if you were looking for GOSSIP. Maybe there'll be some GOSSIP in the first week of lectures...I find that somewhat doubtful though - don't you? Show up to the RockSoc events and I'll see you on the 4th of next month -

Art be here

Audio be here

O - x

Sunday, 20 September 2009

No Quarter

Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more

So - here it is - the first attempt at actually STARTING a blog after realizing that there are far more efficient ways of spreading my audiojoy throughout the cosmos (currently the best bet is my fan page on Facebook known excitingly as 'Crazy Fox Machine'). Each blog entry will bit split into two very EXCITING COLOUR-CODED sections - the first being 'LIFE' and all that that vaguely entails -- the second is 'ART'. I'll try to update most weeks of the sodding year - but you know how it goes. Livejournal certainly does.

Harumph. Firstly I want to get the melodrama out of the way - this weekend someone who already has an extremely low opinion of me was no doubt further lowered beyond comprehension by the absurdly drunk (not me I hasten to add). I'm sure I'm powerless to prevent these things, and as the wheels of time grind queasily on no doubt more well-meaning people will fall into troughs of spite toward me created entirely by the INCREDIBLY SILLY THINGS I'm known to do. Oh bloody well.
Secondly - it's Fresher's Week - and the tiny lunatics are everywhere. People I know complain of feeling old but I've been there and felt that and now I just feel POWERFULLY INDIFFERENT. My household is now complete and all feels suitably busy for a term of work avoidance. Harroop.



Finally - enough of that horrendous bullhorse - it's time for art. Being that it's gone midnight and we're now very technically within the realms of the 21st of this month I've decided all is gravy to show the fruit of my labours for a certain Mr Doore of my household (being that technicolour extravagance that separates my colour-coded sections). The next piece of art I've not decided on yet - but my Rocksoc fliers will be all over the shop come Thursday's student fair - each individually graffiti'd by me in a vain attempt to get publicity. Not including this blogspot of course. D'oh.
The next AUDIO BOLLOCKS has finally come out vaguely alive from the scriptwriting process and I intend to start recording and editing with a preliminary finish of Tuesday. Tuesday also looks to be the date of my Fresher's Week radio show - co-hosted by the beautifully bespectacled Adam 'Progman' Page.

Right. That's it. The colour's over - everything is done and dusted on this; the first proper blog entry. There will be more pictures and more SAUCE next time 'round don't you worry. See you on the 27th and have a beautiful Fresher's Week wherever you are.

Art be here

Audio be here

O - x