RIP Don Van Vliet

The Captain is gone... a true original in an industry full of fakes.

Versatile blogger, moi?

Bernard S. Jansen, who somehow finds the time and energy to have two blogs (that I know of), has given me a kick in the creative bum by handing me this very fine award. Rather than waste time thanking [insert name of deity] and The Academy, I’ll get down to it.

It works like this, apparently:

The Rules for The Versatile Blogger Award:

1. Thank and link back to the person that gave you the award.
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Pass the award to fifteen bloggers that you think deserve it.
4. Lastly, contact all of the bloggers that you’ve picked for the award.

Okay, I’ve thanked Bernard, and linked back to both his blogs.

Here are seven things about me you will be no better off for knowing:

1. I have no children and three grandchildren.
2. Like Bernard, I have never broken a bone, or one of anyone else’s (as far as I know).
3. I spent several years co-writing an Aussie sit-com called Hey, Dad! At the time, it was one of the longest-running TV shows in the world, after eight years on air.
4. I wrote my first short story at nine. It was set in a doomed submarine, and everyone died. My teacher was quite impressed, but concerned…
5. I believe in love at first sight. Fortunately it hasn’t happened since I met my wife.
6. I have two dogs and a cat. Their combined ages are 42.
7. I was about to delete this blog and start again (maybe). And I don’t Twitter.

Like Bernard, I’m going with ten blogs for the moment – my dwindling attention span makes even thinking up those a Herculean task.

1. John Walkenbach, the first blogger I ever discovered.
2. Mick Farren, a genuine rock star.
3. Brad Green, who blogs even less than I do.
4. Teresa Cortez, barer of souls.
5. Alexandra Sokoloff, who enlightens.
6. Robin Evans, fellow trail boss at Critters Bar.
7. Gavin Broom, who has morphed into an entertaining movie critic.
8. Sophie Playle, whose star is on the rise.
9. ABSOLUTELY*KATE, who has hopefully forgiven me for wandering off again…
10. Cate Gardner, who doesn’t need this.

Okay, that wasn’t so hard. I know it’ll take days for lazy me to contact all those people, at least one of whom has never heard of me. Still, that’s the internet, isn’t it?

Thanks again, Bernard. 

Brett Easton Ellis and Warren Zevon

I’m listening, right now, to a one-hour informal interview with Brett Easton Ellis (who prefers “Brett Ellis” – he added in his middle name because it sounded more literary…) Anyway, this show asks its subjects, who come from all walks of professional and artistic life, to choose five favourite pieces of music and talk about them. Ellis’ first choice was Desperados Under The Eaves by Warren Zevon. He added that he would probably pick five different pieces on any other day, but after it was played he was glad he’d picked it and would have anyway.



I nearly stood up and applauded when I heard the lines,

And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill

…just like I did the first time I ever heard them.

Take it from one who knew

"Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible
government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to befoul this unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of statesmanship."

(President Theodore Roosevelt)

Appholes and iGoons

I wish I could rant like this...

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Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home...

Alex Chilton died. Never got a mention in the "mainstream" media, of course.



"High Priest" was my favourite album. I had to listen on my own, my friends couldn't stand it.

And while we're riffing on Alex's memory, spare a thought for Lux Interior of The Cramps, who also passed away recently. A month ago. Maybe I should subscribe to Rolling Stone...

Food for thought...

Music is the International Language...

Forgetting the words (or your meds) need be an embarrassment no more...



Found on Some Guy's Blog, and then some. Nearly half a million hits...

If this doesn't make you smile, you're taking things far too seriously.

Apocryphal Hollywood Story About Motivation

The story goes that, some time in the seventies, when The Method was becoming de rigeur in Hollywood, a Famous Director was encountering some problems with a Famous Method Actor on the set of an action film. The scene takes place on a rooftop. The Famous Method Actor has to run from one side of the roof to the other, as fast as he can. That’s all.

He tries, and falters. This happens over and over. He just can’t get the “urgency” thing happening. He goes to his trailer, meditates, and returns. Still no good. He’s trying his best, he’s almost in tears but he just can’t run “right”. Money and daylight are burning away. Famous Director is getting the shits, big time. Tired of the mucking around, he yells “What is it, what’s the problem?”

“I just can’t find the reason for him to be doing this,” replies the Famous Method Actor across the rooftop. “I mean, what’s my motivation?”

The Famous Director sits down, lights cigarette, looks at the Famous Method Actor for a moment and says…

“I’ll tell you when you get here!”

Angel, Me and the Three Kings of Orient Noir

First, thanks to Harry for the title pun. Such things are expected and forgiven at this time of year…

Absolutely*Kate, Commander-In-Chief of Harbinger*33 (it’s coming!) has been kind enough to post a story of mine, A Room at the Star, over at the Bijou. What’s more, I’m privileged to be double-featuring with Angel Zapata, who has another Magi-oriented story on the same bill, entitled El Dia De Los Reyes {The Day of the Kings}.

Please read, enjoy and have a safe and serene Christmas, Holiday, Hanukah, Kwanza, etc.

Peace and Love.

Holidays? Humbug! It’s Christmas!

Nothing like clustering around the warm glow of your monitor to enjoy this clip a few dozen times over the Silly Season…

Clyde McPhatter and the Drifters

While Clyde McPhatter’s groundbreaking contributions as a soul and R&B vocalist have gone generally undernoticed outside of music circles, his fervent voice and passionate delivery influenced such artists as Smokey Robinson, Ben E. King (one of his heirs in the Drifters), Aaron Neville and Jackie Wilson (his successor in the Dominoes).

“He was one of the first guys I ever listened to,” Robinson said shortly after McPhatter’s death in 1972. “When he first came on the scene with Billy Ward and the Dominoes, he was The Man.”

“Anything Clyde sings is a prayer,” Aaron Neville told Goldmine’s Bruce Sylvester. “When I was growing up, I don’t care what else was going on in the world - Jim Crow, all the other stuff - you could put on Clyde McPhatter and it would all disappear.”

(© The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum Inc)

Light Fantastic

I used to consider myself a fair photographer, even learned (and forgot) all the darkroom basics and did a bit of experimentation. I might even dig some out and post them. Hard to remember when I lost interest, but I’m sorry it happened and I recently dug some old rolls of film out of my fridge (that had been there for nearly thirty years!) and got into it again.

These were shot on Ilford FP4. Note the enhancement of the grain (click on the images), caused by long storage and delayed processing. The processor and I were both amazed at the density of the images and the contrast in most. At least there wasn't any fungus growing in the rolls. This film has been in and out of seven or eight fridges since about 1980.



















Now for the real deal…

National Geographic's International Photography Contest 2009

Andrew and his friend, a young sperm whale named Scar, were swimming together off the west coast of Dominica. The two of them became "friends" after Andrew saved Scar's life. (Photo and caption by Peter Allinson)

This is from a selection, chosen for an article in The Boston Globe, from National Geographic's International Photography Contest 2009

Be amazed...

A poem for Armistice Day

Foot Soldier I have killed with the blade, with the halberd and pike; with the flintlock, the pistol and spear. I have marched with my enemy’s head held aloft, and I’ve crawled and lain screaming in fear on battlefields bloody and flooded with waste, where humanity’s bounds were rejected; I have prayed to a God who could not give a damn, granted mercy where none was expected. I have fought in the desert, in jungles and swamps; I have died in the mountains and plains. The veldt and the forest surrender my bones, and the farmers return my remains. Under cannonade, bombard, mortar and strafe, on beaches and rivers and streets I have fought against madness as surely as shell, to advance as good reason retreats. I am digger and skirmisher, tommy and grunt, I am rifleman, dogface and pawn; I’m the first to go forward, the last to withdraw the one for whom all mothers mourn. I’ve learned some sad truths as I marched through time to the trumpet and snare drum’s rattle, but only one truth need be carved in our hearts; All soldiers die on the first day of battle. © 2006, 2009

A flash of brilliance…

I’d never heard of flash fiction before I joined an online writing group (the much-missed workshop section of East of the Web, back in 2005). I soon learned that it was the backbone of online publishing, the length and style most sought and, as a result, the hardest to do well. Whatever you believe to be the optimum length and structure, the more one reads the more obvious it becomes that it the best flash pieces rely on luring the reader in, setting up certain expectations and then reversing or twisting the result, all in a few hundred words.

Every now and then one comes along that leaves a lasting impression; you keep going back to it, admiring how well it worked. The unfortunate thing is that, with so many writers contributing to so many blogs and e-zines, even a good one can disappear from view too quickly.

Do yourself a favour and check out Extinguished by Laurita Miller, posted on her Brain Droppings blog a few weeks ago. To me, and the other thirty people who’ve left comments, it has everything: a great voice, setting, mood and a killer ending.

Erin Cole's Countdown to Halloween

This should be fun! Erin Cole, on her Listen to the Voices blog, is hosting a series of 13 horror stories by different authors from the 19th of October through to Halloween.

The first story, Michael J. Solender’s Orange Dot, will have you seeing spots in front of your eyes. And your mailbox…

Richard Ridyard & Stolen Words

What a good thing Adam had. When he said a good thing, he knew nobody had said it before. ~ Mark Twain

A rather nasty case of repeated, blatant plagiarism has turned up on the net, exposed by prolific (by my standards!) US writer and fellow 6S denizen Angel Zapata. Full details are here, on his blog.

The perpetrator's name, Richard Ridyard, appears to be stolen as well, being the name of the former editor and director of the South Yorkshire Times, who died in 2003 at the age of 88.

Apart from anything else, it’s a good read, beginning with Angel’s preparedness to be understanding:

“Initially, I was taken aback. Could someone have stolen my work? Is it a case of unconscious plagiarism? Maybe the author really liked my work and wanted to do something similar. I was upset and dumbfounded. I decided more research was required.

What I found was frightening.”

And it is…

Not only was this person stealing from his fellow online authors, mostly in the horror genre, but from established writers like Stephen King and H.P. Lovecraft.

The accused author's stories are being pulled from online sites with a haste which attests to how seriously publishers are prepared to take this issue. Good on them.

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she's gone.

The Beatles' 'Lucy in the sky' dies
September 29, 2009 - 7:24AM


The woman who inspired The Beatles' legendary song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds has died aged 46 from an autoimmune disease, the charity that supported her has announced.

Lucy O'Donnell was at school with John Lennon's son, Julian, when she was three and it was his picture of her in 1966 that inspired the classic song.

According to various biographies of The Beatles and O'Donnell herself, the young Julian took the picture home to his father and explained: "It's Lucy in the sky with diamonds."

The song, which featured on the Fab Four's 1967 album Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, caused huge controversy at the time because of its psychedelic theme and supposed reference to the drug LSD though its initials, a charge always denied as pure coincidence by the songwriter Lennon.

Julian Lennon and O'Donnell - who became Lucy Vodden after her marriage - resumed their friendship in recent months after she became ill with lupus, the disease of the immune system that led to her death last Tuesday.

"Everyone at the Louise Coote Lupus Unit was dreadfully shocked by the death of Lucy," said Angie Davidson, campaign director of the St Thomas Lupus Trust that helped Vodden during her illness.

"She was a great supporter of ours and a real fighter. It's so sad that she has finally lost the battle she fought so bravely for so long."

The trust added that Lennon and his mother Cynthia were "shocked and saddened" by Vodden's death. -- AFP

Goodbye, and thank you...

Mary Travers

Ellie Greenwich

Patrick Swayze

Henry Gibson

Jim Carroll has died, died…

Actually, he died on September 11, ensuring that those who recall his work will never forget his day of passing. And yes, I know everyone’s using that “People Who Died” joke, but it seems appropriate; the song was about the staggering number of his friends who had suffered early and violent deaths, and now… hopefully he is with his friends. If we could be certain this was to be our fate, Death would hold no terrors.

You’ll find his NY Times Obit here. I never thought of his music as “punk” – I always thought punk’s blank nihilism devalued it too much, and The Jim Carroll Band was anything but blank. Here was a man whose output was so exciting and provocative that Andy Warhol and Keith Richard sought him out. I played those records a lot back then, never could part with them.

I must admit I’m not closely acquainted with his written output; I guess I’ll find my copy of Basketball Diaries when I unpack the twenty or so boxes of books still languishing in the garage after our last move. But I spent a bit of time today checking out some of his poetry and writings on the ‘net, and it was a good way to pass some time. He was hailed as a great by no less than Alan Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Patti Smith, which makes him an artist’s artist – they are the ones you need to read, so go Google-cruising if you don’t know his work and you may be pleasantly surprised.

And put his music on while you do…