"I'm in love with a German film star" claim 80's one-hit Goth-Popsters 'The Passions'...

According to this month's edition of Empire Magazine [November 2001], the cinematic representation of American silent film star Louise Brooks is currently at the head of a new campaign for the rights of moving image-based life forms .

"I put it to the Jury that each and every episode of the long running BBC 'Soap Opera' EastEnders, like existence itself, is essentially holographic in nature... It is holographic in the sense that an individual episode contains each and every aspect of the series in its entirety. I further suggest to you that in life itself, every fragment of matter, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, contains all of the whole of life..."

The legendary star of silent cinema [who's three dimensional progenitor actually died in 1985] will be accompanied by an early Elvis Presley , James Dean circa R.W.A.C. and a TV broadcast of Mancunian Post-Punker Ian Curtis [the late Joy Division vocalist], in a prerecorded TV interview, to be aired on Channel 4 [TBA] .

"And therefore, people of the Jury, even a badly rendered recorded image may contain at least some fragment of the essence of its subject. How else might we explain the emotional resonance of a piece of recorded music or other artistic performance... the marks of brush strokes from hundreds, even thousands of years ago... the face of a long-dead actor or actress in a length of film..."

Brooks [who's most acclaimed work was recorded before the introduction of prerecorded sound in cinema production, and is therefore unable to speak] will make her demands via an interpreter, and a series of ornate freeze-frame captions...

As western civilization, and indeed civilization as we know it, comes closer to its ultimate demise, scientists believe that we will increasingly face problems of this nature, where our perception of reality, what is and is not real, is challenged from the outside. As we near our fate, we ourselves become increasingly more aware of our environment, and therefore more aware of the things which we have been unwilling or perhaps incapable of perceiving before.

These 'cinematic life forms' as the shimmering two dimensional Brooks chooses to refer to herself and her kind, although not entirely self aware, are too facing the end of their days. There is of course very little that we can offer them by way of 'rights' . After all, they are not human... existing in only two, rather badly rendered though stylistically valid dimensions as they do...

I'm not condemning them, believe me, I find Brooks quite appealing, although apparently the three dimensional Brooks had a rather annoying speaking voice.

To find out more about the real Louise Brooks, check out the site of the official Brooksy' appreciation society: Pandora's Box.

Rollo

DIET COKE OR UNLIMITED FREEDOM FOREVER? TAKE THE PEPSI CHALLENGE NOW

Trevor sports a classic roll-neck sweater; pinstripe, tapered slacks; loafers, and a vintage night shirt [model's own]. The shades are classic free-jazz era - note the Inuit workmanship - and viewing is only possible through that single tiny slit... perfect eye-wear for the end of western civilization as we know it. [applause]

Spent the entire weekend attempting to relax and not write anything. Ended up with another three or four articles, a little bit of mixing, an even more unlikely twist in the latest fictional effort 'Milk', or 'Pork Hill Story'. But I'd give it all up to become a free-jazz drummer in an instant... the shades... the fancy head gear, the endlessly mental drumming behind the swathes of French cigarette smoke... William Hooker... Eddie Prévost... if only I could grow a goatie...

Ken is wearing a classic Scooter-Billy bomber in gunmetal green, market-stall 501's, biker boots, a classic Psycho-Billy DA, and a vest made from a canvas-army surplus ruck-sack... Ken's eyes have been securely concealed with industrial-strenght insulation tape...

Rollo

FREEDOM OR SLAVERY: THE REAL CHOICE OF A GENERATION

"It was a matter of trying to make the mouthpiece sound like a voice merged with a conch shell." Jon Hassell.

"My heroin use have made me too fascinating or perhaps too beautiful to work alongside people who have opted not to be smackheads." The Junkies.

Rollo

Shopping For The Essentials

I seem to be doing an awful lot of sleeping at the moment. Troubled and greying. This weeks articles have included 'Fuck Shopping, Let's Fight', which I'm not going to be submitting to to the Zine as it may be a little bit too offensive. I might give it to Darius's Coma TV , which is looking soooo slick. Bungo. Make the most of your freedom, if you have any, while you still can. You really don't need to know any of this do you?

But then again, there's always Solaar Power.

Cook'd and Bomb'd is back too.

And the deeply dismantled world of Joe Sorren is definitely worthy of a wander.

Rollo

"Nobody has ever see the Queen in her lizard form."

Please note that this blog will make even less sense than normal. Sorry! Back from another ramble.

Got to see Love Will Tear Us Apart, Transmission, Atmosphere, True Faith and Blue Monday performed by the very same people that recorded them in the first place. Never thought that would happen. New Order in Brixton - and it wasn't quite the footy-lad crowd we expected either.

First time I've been to Brixton in seven years. First time I've set foot in London with MC Noize - musical cohort: he agrees it's Handsworth with a night life, but without the daily stabbings. Too many whities, but good to be away from normality . These days we seem to spend our time watching other people play. Not good. Seven missing years coming together. Record shopping after midnight, dancing in the isles sipping oversized sprites. And our Hotel room actually had cockroaches! Which at least means free lunch and some good 'found sounds'. A far too fleeting visit with Dr Jo - under massive stress with the tail end of a Phd. We are both getting thin due to a lack of sleep and food. Roll on Christmas. But all is well.

Writing loads - regardless! Tired.

Gurdjieff and The Rope girls.

Rollo

Talent: Get Out While You Can

At least that's my new take on the Music Industry in the Zeros. And does anybody actually use Mp3.com? Because isn't it just full of more of the same? And because I'm sick of getting emails about Mariah Carey! The cutting edge has been well and truly blunted by the same old talentless, well trained corporate coke whores. It's like this weeks Prodigy Tribute Band...

Other than that I am still typing away on four ideas at once - none of which particularly seem good enough. No turning back now though.

Plus I've signed up for National Novel Writing Month. Might give me a bit more impetus. The most irritating thing about the writing is that everyone that knows me, with the exception of Dr Jo Northern, and
Steve Block, Invisible Man , have made no reaction other than 'oh... I know who that's based on...' And these are supposedly 'creative' and 'academic' people for poo's sake! Yes, I'm having one of those days. Everything electrical in the house is attempting to kill me. Grrrrr.

Rollo

Hey, that's my bike.

No sign of sleep again.

Received a tape [contents very moving ] and a cigar in the post this morning c/o my cohort in art-crime. Spent the afternoon in the warm glow provided by the 'selfish' side of the tape. Spent the evening in the crooner-post-cool glow of the 'impressing the ladies' side. All this from someone who knows I have no intention [or chance!] of 'impressing the ladies' anyway! I can only compare this relationship to a kind of 'pre-pubescent, made-for-tv gay' thing. I'm sure she'd understand. And while I decided that her new anthem should be "Brilliant Mind' by Furniture [featuring the classic line 'you must be out of your brilliant mind' for those of you not versed in mid 80's alt-pop], she chose to provide me with 'Reach For The Stars' by S Club 7. It's the thought that counts.

Rollo

"If your names not down, you're not gettin' in."

This week, I are been mostly writing stuff that may offend persons of a posh nature. And sleeping not at all. I just hope I'll actually get around to finishing this stuff. And maybe sleep too.

The ArtCops

The Theatre School Conspiracy Theory

I never loafed you. Just never let me try to be normal ever again.

Rollo

"If your names not down, you're not gettin' in."

"Despite Diego's affairs with other women (one was with Frida's sister), he helped in many ways. He suggested to Frida that she should begin wearing the traditional Mexican clothing, which consisted of long, colorful dresses and exotic jewelry. This, along with Frida's thick, connecting eyebrows, became her trademark."

Frida Kahlo

The Uderground isn't letting me in, so I'm stuck out here [and blogger wasn't letting me in either for a few days]. Currently attempting to knuckle down and write me one decent story. Whatever I try to write, this same story keeps creeping through. So I've decided to exorcise this particular tale.

Rollo