Beat The Clock

I just watched a documentary about being a Mod and various other British Youth cults.

As much as I like some of the art and people that come from these subcultures, I personally could never sign myself up and be a member.

It all just seemed so limited, shoehorning yourself into a way of life. In a way its not a universe away from joining the army – men often need that feeling of being in a gang, a movement and creating some sense of purpose.. Which is usually fake , once you get out a pen ,paper and ontological microscope to study it .

All, that said , it became clear to me the other day , that if pressed I would have to admit the philosophy , look , feel and art of the Beat movement was something I related to hugely, as a teen. In fact I only let go of its hand about 12 years ago – I’m aware to be “hip” you have to pretend you are above the Beats and see through them, you have to say you much prefer the French Left Bank writers and that, frankly, you think On The Road is childish boys games. Such is life.

I guess, “Beat” is something you is or isn’t there isn’t much you can do about it. Bit like being homosexual in a way.

To be “Beat”, isn’t about going on a gap year before going on to Uni or touring Europe or America when you are in your teens/early 20s (as romantic as that is) and then living in London or NY city for the rest of your days…..A provincialist with a city a view form your kitchen window.

Nope, to be “Beat” is to be a full time adventurer (the art is a byproduct of that) ..Movement is premaritally forward and there isn’t anything you can do about it.

The end

Fairweather Friends

I was never really into Friends BUT I wasn’t a Friends hater , it was what it was ..Well meaning, well crafted light entertainment. Anyway, the cast break up and go out into the show biz world…Some surviving better than others

The decades pass..Now suddenly along comes a “Reunion” show for HBO MAX. To many this is an exciting moment, Friends was hugely successful and birthed millions of hardcore fans.

However, as science states, every action causes a reaction..Thus, to counter the ocean of love for the show, comes an ice age of hate. The reason given, for not meeting todays moral, social standards and. of course, the examples they give are so daft..

“Chandler Kept being worried about being gay” – they say this shows he was anti gay . Fine, in 2021 that kinda storyline MAY border on using “gay” in a pejorative way.

But I say, so what .. .Do we all have to want to be gay now? Do we have to pretend some people who are gay would rather not be gay and do we have to pretend, Hetero males aren’t at times, comically terrified of becoming gay. These are facts of life, its better to laugh at them that to pretend you are more emotionally sophisticated than we are

It has been argued that pop culture has become SO gay , its completely shallow and lacking. . I don’t fully agree with that BUT there is room for agreement in aspects. More than that though and this is whats worrying me..

The show wasn’t being homophobic in the least,It was anti being anti gay, the joke WAS ON Chandlers character for being so up tight and worried about being gay..THAT WAS THE JOKE Even 8 year olds in the 90s, saw this was a joke .. The fact adults don’t is scary.

WE live in idiot Times

Baynard Rustin

Years before Rosa Parks refused give up her seat , Bayard Rustin did it first…He was  a prominant voice in the Civil Rights movement and chief organiser of the march on Washington with MLK , in-spite of this Bayard was written out of black history , almost, completely..This was mainly because he was gay .. Also he didn’t see every problem as a “black” and “white” issue.
He was interested with truth NOT with political game playing and getting a story in The Guardian .

He was a socialist , in an old school way, and wouldn’t have joined the “identity politics ” , “cancel culture ” mob of today (like many on the old left)…. He said limiting the freedom of one race, in the end limits it for all- he would have been at odds with BLM and ANTIFA , in a few ways.

He loathed “white liberal syndrome” …He felt the left , via their forcing forever victimdom on blacks .. Were patronising and only doing it for moral absolution. He could see how it limited the black persons reach
I’d never heard of Baynard before…Until a black lady from Georgia told me about him last last week when she asked me what my thoughts were on the recent troubles,..She said “Read Byard Rustin , he was saying the all stuff you are saying years ago, honey ..You would like him”

She was right I do.

 

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Pony Up .

Over the last 4 months or so, I’ve been boring anyone and everyone I speak to (no change there then ), advising, nay ordering  “You must check out Orville Peck” .
Orville is a country singer, (think country in the old sense of the word )  who this year released his first long player called “Pony”- everyone should own this LP, even the dead.

The album is grand simply due to the songwriting and Peck’s fantastic voice.  The subject matter he covers is heartbreak in the key of homo.
Now, the  loneliness of the gay way is hardly new subject matter in rock and pop, however in the ultra-straight world of country music its, almost, a revolution.
On Pony, Peck has managed to create a David Lynch soundtrack inside the Smiths Song ” How Soon Is Now?”. If that idea doesn’t get the blood rushing, then nothing will.

Last night, I got to see Orville in Santa Ana, in Orange County, it was the first time I’d seen him live and it was the first time I’d been to Santa Ana. Due to Orange County being extremely Republican, a number of Pecks audience  being dressed as cowboys and the yearning for escape in some of the songs ..I kept experiencing fleeting feelings as if  I was in one of those small-town American movies like The Accused, Boys Don’t Cry , Mystic River etc …Not a comfortable feeling but not uncomfortable enough to blemish the night.

Live Peck shines, he brings a whole new dimension to his “Goth Chris Isac vibe”.. Injecting punk energy into the songs.  His voice freer more daring.
The crowd act as if Peck is an artist they have known for years, rather than someone who has only released an LP this year. The air was heavy with passion and the passion was loaded with the joy of release.
The world is a lonely hearts club and Orville is the new house band.

Next stop The Troubadour…

 

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Cancel House

“Cancel Culter ” is a culture born of the modern “Left”
Its a movement derived from self-appointed tastemakers deciding what fits in with their moral/ethical belief systems.
These systems, these days are packed and labelled as “Woke”. They are essentially based on well-meaning but abstract idea’s that used to only be found birthed, breathing and dead on the college campus.
“Woke”, used to be a student phase, like listening to Devo, watching Dogme 95 cinema, having bi-sexual threesomes, thinking wearing a shirt with the buttons done up the wrong way makes you eccentric, wearing an Ironic T-shirt means you are rebellious and thinking everyone in the world must know you are “Pansexual, actually”- even though you don’t know what it means and are really just “ambidextrous “
These idea’s never could stand toe to toe with the reality of the “real world” ..Thus, they were thrown away within the first day of leaving University (along with henna hair dye, army jackets with slogans written on them with marker pen, Manic Street Preacher’s and John Grant merchandise and the books of Martin Aimless…I mean Martin Amis.
That was the old world, at least …In the new world, over the last 10 years, the rules of the campus became the guiding hand of the media.
Twitter, FB, Reddit and 4chain created an audience for extremes. The “kettling” effect of modern algorithms pushed each tribe into a cyber reality that only reflected their own idea’s of reality. Isolation breeds distortion.
The right-wing became a more extreme version of itself, the left became a more extreme version of itself … So extreme in some ways, it’s now more fascist than the actual right

These days “woke” is the mainstream and if you don’t want to subscribe you are “Cancelled”. ’cause you see there is no sense in modern life.

Surely, a movement that seeks to “cancel” art, is fascist by very nature?

The worst thing is, often the cancelling isn’t even done for moral reasons, the outcry is usually just from some “journalist ” or blogger, trying to make their name by ruining another’s- an old trick, that the modern call “Trolling”
The hunter aims to kill it’s prey, with accusations of lack of virtue. Whether there is no lack is here nor there.
Its all click to the bait
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In Network.

Being treated “in-network” is never quite as easy as it said it would be in the health insurance literature. In fact, you tend to have to jump through unnecessary hoops merely to see a specialist- In most other countries one can just make an appointment to see the specialist of choice directly.
These in-network hoops are there to, of course, extract more money – make an appointment at your GP to get a referral ($50), get sent to an “in take ” session ($50)
and then finally see a specialist ($70) all on top of the $550 you pay a month to be covered. Welcome to America kids.

That said, Kaiser Permanente has found a genius way to cure mental illness..
On Sunset they have their psychiatrists offices in the same building as Urgent Care.
You have to walk through the diseased Urgent Care waiting room to get the lift to see your Psychiatrist.

After the swift walk through said waiting room, one finds one becomes so infested with various strains of virus, that you have no strength left to indulge your general neurosis and nervousness traits.

Next week, I find a cure for the common cold via a light dose of euthanasia


The end

Oh..

Been seeing this story doing the rounds, about a black girl abusing a gay man on the underground, she spat at him and mouthed off. Also tried to steal his mobile phone.

The remarks on social media display a very depressing modern world.

Firstly, obviously, among large sections of the black community there is still a major homophobic mindset, pretty backward., let’s be honest…But then whites can be, the further you fall down the spiritual scale.

The double standard struck me as odd, if a white person was abusing a black man like this, it would be called ‘hate speech’ and a criminal record handed out.
But you can’t say hate speech if it’s from the black community.. No no, we have to pretend it’s just ‘unfortunate’ behaviour.

That said.. Most of the most out of order remarks have come from the gay community

Lots of fag hags and gays saying the girl should have had ‘the shit beaten out of her’, lots of ‘men’ saying they would beat the crap out of her.

I mean.. Come on.. Since when is it OK to beat the crap out of a women just because she gobbed and mouthed off? Verbally roast the daft cow, give her a slap (maybe) But beat the shit of a woman?

My suggestion would be if you want to be treated like a man, then one must take on the social responsibilities of man and don’t act like beating up women is ‘ok’

I should add the gay guy who was the victim in all this handled himself very well, a gentleman to the last.

Speaking of things homosexual, America’s hope comes in the hands “Mayor Pete”.
Vote wisely, vote “Mayor Pete”

Lastly, I have observed,

See a woman full of deep mirth is to watch the look in her eyes as she watches the moment in film/tv show when a female gets revenge on a man and beats him to death with broken table leg (or whatever)When any man witnesses this, he knows his kind owe womankind a huge apology.

(Although, personally I just opt to switch channels or hide any sharp objects and leave it at that.)

Bliss is closing the curtains, locking the door and listening to Orville Peck .

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Salford Pub, 2012

The gig had finished and after I went to a pub that is placed where Manchester dies and where Salford is born
The usual comments and songs were thrown at me and I sat down at the bar.
I ordered a pint and then went out for some air
While standing there three toughs gathered at pace and started throwing homophobic abuse my way.

I think it was about to get physical when the girlfriend of one of them came over and told them said “Get the fuck away from him, leave him alone you fucking divs”
I didn’t think much of her turn of phrase BUT I was thankful for her appearance .

The girlfriend and I then talked about books as we walked back in the pub (she liked beat writers)..

The landlord and two barmen then approached me to see if I wanted the prats kicked out , they had followed me back in ..
I said “No , Im not offended ..I don’t think I have the bedroom tastes they think I have ”
They laughed and said “Are you sure you don’t?”
Me “I think so ”
The landlord said ” WELL WE DO have the “Tastes” they think you have Duckie, and we aint fuckin having it ”

I thought to myself is it impossible for anyone to say a sentence in the North without a swearword being elbowed in? and said “Well you may as well take their money ..If they start causing trouble then kick them out”

They thought that was a good idea and said I didn’t have to pay for drinks all night ..

When the twits were leaving the girlfriend who stepped in earlier said “bye” and spoke to the guy drinking with me … Once she went he said “You know she thought I was your boyfriend”
(the landlord and barman over heard and laughed )

Me “BUT I told her I wasn’t ..you know..”

They all laughed and said at the same time “Nobody believes you ”

Me “What do you have to do around here walk around with spoken confessions of every bedroom partner you’ve ever had in your pocket to prove witch way you swing?”

Anyway , I left drunk as a Friday night pub wally and got lost trying to find my B&B in Salford … I spotted people in a car and went to ask directions .. They weren’t very happy as they were undercover fuzz watching a house ( I saw one of their badges )…It turns out they were of no use anyway as hadn’t heard of the street …

It was freezing and on I walked… Passed drunks laying in the road, passed couples making out in cars , passed what looked like a person breaking into a church and passed a woman beating up a man …
I saw a group of 20 somethings that were quite obviously junkies and thought I better risk it and see if they can help.. Otherwise I maybe found next to the garden wall of a council owned terraced house, frozen to death like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning ..
They were quite helpful even offering “A freebie” ( I declined)..Thanks to them I found my B&B within 10 minutes

I’ve never been to Salford since … However I liked it there .

“A restless city, alive and dying in the same breath..It’s the only place I can claim to know. A peculiar thing about Salford is it’s like a terrible drug..you might want to get away from it, but you can’t. So you stay.”

Shelagh Delaney
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The Ghost Of Hope: James Baldwin “I Am Not Your Negro”

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2016 will, maybe, go down in history as one of the more macabre years. Pop culture’s gospel of the gone continues to have new names of note added, game changers in their chosen  fields, gone forever.

After David Bowie, surely one of the most important artists of the last hundred  years, one would have hoped the reaper would have taken a break. But Leonard Cohen, Victoria Wood, Prince, Alan Rickman, Natalie Cole, Glenn Fry, John Glenn, Harper Lee and a slew of others were taken.

If that wasn’t enough, trash culture took its revenge and gave the United States Of America its very first reality television President Elect. A man more akin to a Jersey Shore member than leader of the free world. This is a man so narcissistic, he makes Narcissus seem like George Costanza and so thin skinned, rather than spend his time learning about the nuances of world affairs, he would rather take aim at a New York play and a skit on Saturday Night Live. His score-settling 3 a.m. Twitter rants would make even the most melodramatic of teenagers explode with shame.

It’s now often being  mooted that somehow we have found ourselves in Biff’s (Back To The Future) alternate reality and it’s hard to disagree. It would seem, virtually, every tie with America’s 20th Century renaissance is being carelessly cut .Climate change is being called fantasy, while creationism is being touted as fact. Racism is validated by the words and actions of the rich, whom set the narrative for the poor . The Church, going against science (again), claim homosexuality can be cured by therapy . The implication is, of course, every homosexual should seek to be cured, for they are “sick.” The anti-abortionists are often the same people who loudly promote war, thus showing that they aren’t “pro-life” at all. Merely pro-men, controlling women’s bodies.

However, try as they may, those that seek to divide, control and enslave can’t quiet the voices of the past, the spectral grasp on the imagination and the ghosts of hope that continue to inform the present and give power to change the future.

One of last century’s most intelligent and strident American commentators was poet, playwright and author James Baldwin. Born to poverty with several brothers and sisters, his mother, Emma Berdis, left his biological father due to his father’s serious drug addiction. They moved to Harlem, where she met the preacher David Baldwin. Going by the writings of James, it would seem that his adopted father treated him more harshly than he did the rest of the children. Some have suggested that this was because James was homosexual.

Being poor, black and homosexual gave Baldwin the deepest meaning of the word “outsider” and taught him to see beyond the accepted way of things, as well as helping fuel his drive to create. In his twenties, Baldwin would grow weary of America’s seemingly inherent racism, sexism and homophobia (and not wanting to fall into the boring ghetto of being known as a “gay ” or “black” writer), moved to France, where in 1987 he would die of stomach cancer.

James Baldwin knew to know yourself is to know others. To know the “advantage” white America exerts, is to see clearly the “disadvantage” black America suffers and vice versa. In short, to know the established narrative is to have the potential to change the established narrative.

Sadly, Baldwin is needed just as much now as he was when he was alive. In terms of racism, not much has changed between the 1960s and 2016. The fact that in the new millennium there needs to be a movement called “Black Lives Matter” is horrific in and of itself.

Director Raoul Peck, recognising all of this, has made Baldwin the subject of a timely documentary called  I Am Not Your Negro. This film is an extended adaptation of Baldwin’s unfinished manuscript (the author’s death arrived before the completion) entitled “Remember This House.” The film seeks to intertwine the lives of Megar Evers, Martin Luther King Jr and Malcolm X in the process telling the tale of black America and, therefore of course, the tale of America in general.

Naturally, Peck draws on many of Baldwin’s poetic and astute texts and impressive television appearances of which many can be found on  YouTube. They can dazzle the dead and teach the living. Baldwin’s lessons are many and what is learnt are truths that travel the centuries.

To get to any truth, to any reality, takes honesty and courage, as Baldwin says,
“Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

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Cruising, The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead, has been dominating the Worlds television schedules for five years now, in that time (like any TV show) there have been peaks and troths from edge of the seat viewing to “This is just boring “ snooze episodes. The show has managed to channel George A. Romero classics , Lord Of The Flies and even at times The Waltons- albeit a version where everyone says “Goodnight John Boy” only to wake up and have to shoot John Boy in the head, because they found him trying to eat their feet in a zombie frenzy.

The world the characters try to survive in, is one that’s seen civilisation shake and crumble, humanity tested and at times abandoned altogether – betrayals, murder, torture and even a spot of cannibalism (hows that for eventful TV, you didn’t get that on The Thorn Birds ) . Often the search for hope seems hopeless – why bother waking up if all the day holds is long monologues about nothing in particular, breaking into abandoned shops to rescue pizzas that went out of date four years before and, of course, the on going threat of being a “Walkers “ mid day snack or murdered by depraved members of other gangs, often times people meet both fates. Making new friends seems utterly pointless as you just know within a month they will be found “Turned” in a field, eating someone’s dis-guarded tattooed arm.
As a viewer, the show still holds interest but I have to say there have been times when at least 7 episodes of two different seasons , seemed completely pointless. Hour after hour of shots of lone human ponderously strolling through fields or forests, while looking into the middle distance.
Scene after scene of avoidable gruesome zombie attacks, that bombard the screen with blood and guts and fill the air with the sound of crunching bone and ripping flesh. All the while an actual story line seems out of reach.
It’s almost as if the screen writers are stuck in loop, often repeating story lines and character types. Rick and the gang stuck in the game of repeat and replay. For instance they seem to keep meeting an arch villain, whom is an merely an up graded version of a nemesis they dealt with a season or two before – Thus, Shane begat The Governor who begat Negan. It’s almost as if the writers have just one idea for a villain and rather than create a whole new one they simply update the last one by making him more disturbed, more twisted, more theatrical and, some what, camp. I’m half expecting the next villain to be a manic, sadistic, evil version of Little Richard, whom breaks into joyful yelps and screams as he wipes out the dead and the living alike with a swish of his pink polished killer sharp nails.
Actually. I would suggest the new Walking Dead has a covert gay strand.
Negan, in his George Michael Faith era stubble, Leather jacket and jeans combo, is the homo supreme, waving his firm big bat around, like a character in Un chant d’amour, in order to gain love and respect.
To drill the point home he used his “Weapon” to helicopter two characters to death, in, the much complained about, ] episode one…
After this he then laid the cuckold on Rick. He belittled him. He humiliated him in front of his home crowd.Rick the leader became Rick subservient
However his real prize, his true desire is Daryl..
Thus, in one the last episodes to win his love , means to make him “Switch teams” ..
How to do this? Well, its obvious, just throw him, naked, in a closet and play a form of show tune on a loop. Negan even offers Daryl a world of soft furnishing and a pair of new shoes should he “come out the closet” anew.
How can any heart resist?

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