This flicking through the vinyl has proved foolish. The Ultra Vivid Scene 12” nearly rolled out of it’s sleeve onto the floor, which is why I posted it; if it needed to get out there so badly who was I to object? But it and many of the others have triggered specific mnemonics from either when I actually bought them or the period of my life they’re from. In Staring At The Sun’s case, the tightly packed racks at the very-long-gone Vinyl Demand (I think) in Shorts Gardens, off Neal Street, WC2. I remember I was going to pick up the second Arsenal EP, but the guy who ran the place convinced me it was another group, not Santiago Durango, so I didn’t. He was taking the piss and I missed it. Lots of little episodes like that, though most nicer :oP
Not what I need now.
And that I have to part with it, rather than wish to, is not ameliorated by this picking at scabs.
I am somewhat amused that the accurately named members of the Iain Banks forum have set up an event for a walk following the route Graham Park takes in Walking On Glass.. on Facebook. A site that Banks, like myself, would have nothing to do with, and so would not have been able to see details of something he inspired.
He was right about people not thinking.
Ow. My head. Definitely self-inflicted this time. Ow.
The origins of 2012’s DJANGO UNCHAINED lie in Takashi Miike’s SUKIYAKI WESTERN DJANGO from 2007, wherein Quentin had a minor but significant dual role. And an idea was formed.
SWD is filled with both European and Japanese motif’s familair to the Spaghetti Western and samurai flick alike. Leone, Sergio Corbucci and Kurosawa - amongst others - nodded to and genuflected towards, as references fly like bullets and smart-arse quips. Desperately fun.
So if you intend to watch Django Unchained - and if you haven’t seen the original Corbucci flick; which, of course, you must - then watch Sukiyaki Western Django first.
It’s a stone groove.
(Although my favourite bit is the solitary cornet player trotting out a Morricone refrain, and they turn and listen…)
The only constant is flux and mutability. The only victor, entropy.
Three films. The Hobbit. Hobbit Also. Hobbit, And There’s More.
One book to bind them all…
If you intend to buy this, and can afford to, and please think about that, then please don’t buy it from Amazon or a corporate supermarket selling it cheap. Buy it from an independent bookshop if you possibly can. Because soon there won’t be any left. And real booksellers, who revere books, will always need the support of readers (and return it with their knowledge and care), far more so than mere one-percent owned, care-less giants moving units.
It is how Iain would have preferred you to behave, though he would never have told you to.
Thank you for your time.
Extract from a postcard that arrived today from my friend who has been teaching English in Russia for the last couple of years (after previously having done the same in Romania and Japan).
(A chain-bookstore in Deansgate, Manchester, UK, saying buy an Iain Banks book from any shop, just buy one. Iain Banks, writer, born 16 February 1954; died 9 June 2013.)
Iain Banks died this morning.
Bye Mingus. Thanks so much for everything.
“We’ve had our very first festival… ..called DRILL: London… ..there are plans to do it in a city in North America, later this year.”
Colin Newman, Wire - Marc Riley Session/Interview BBC Radio 6, Thursday May 9th 2013