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When asked to write and post a piece that sums up Dark Nights of the Soul my initial reaction was 'kiss my arse, absolutely no fucking way in hell'. Gradually, I began to entertain the idea - 'I'd be writing for days and fucking days', then as I finally began to persuade myself it morphed again into 'Oh fuckit, I'll just do it and if it gets me in the shit I'll just hide'.

Dark Nights began as a bland old self-promotional tool well over a year and a half ago, at a time when I was still Producer and John was physically at breaking point after Ruined Steel. We had a meeting with Chris Goode (the then creative director of Camden People's Theatre), in in which he advised we make regular small appearances in galleries and the like to up FP's local profile. The brief was to create something small-scale and simple to showcase FP for larger works in the future.

What came next certainly did not fit that remit, far from it. It's been, creatively, FP's biggest undertaking and I'm having difficulties putting together an account of it that won’t bore the objective peruser to tears with in-depth analysis of the matrix of infinitesimal synchronicities that make this working so powerful as a piece of undeniably awesome artistry.

So, what follows below are some words that fell out of my head onto the page, three hours or so pre-show, on the 8th December 2006, the night of the last cycle.

'I'm listening to the same melodies, in the same stark and void-like, bitterly cold room as I did precisely 13 months ago. There are few familiar faces but nevertheless the same inevitable characters that re-occur in every cast and crew structure; the actors stretching and exercising their voices or tending to one another's needs like a travelling circus family. Some confident, some nervous and all with nothing but the next three hours running through their mind, over and over again.

Sitting amongst the rich, the poor, the sane, the insane, the giving and the not-so-giving lends itself to a wide sense of apprehension when considering the necessity of a cohesive unit of artists during a performance.  But throughout this anthology, if one thing has been made irredeemably clear it's that these shows would still have ran without any cast at all, without the screams of the many trampled emotions that lay in it’s wake and without the flesh and blood of the first kiss.

The six cycles of Dark Nights of the Soul have been ones of metamorphosis for everyone involved both voluntarily and involuntarily and has likewise fed from the energies of these changes to create a snowball effect of such velocity you had no choice but to hold on as tight as you and pray for the ride to stop, now it has.

The future is, most certainly, perpetually changed for those touched by this wave of invention.  I, for one, have learnt more of the human disease than I ever thought I would, could and perhaps more than I ever wanted to.'

What remains to be seen is how these nuances of discovered skill are applied, post Dark Nights of the Soul, to the planet and society it was created to effect positive change upon.

I hope you were all listening very carefully during the cycles, because now - it's your turn.

I couldn't resist.

Radiation

By general consensus I seem to really fucking suck lately. In the past week I've managed to upset and/or offend most people close to me, insult a recently deceased genius' memory accidentally (thus causing more upset and offence), shout at a cripple in a public area (thus being cautioned for disturbing the peace), I've been dribbled on by a Hep B looking fucking hippy and accused one of the worlds best loved children’s charities of laundering money. I really must remember to shut the fuck up when I’m in a bad mood.

However, as much as I feel  society’s pressure to beat myself up about this, if the truth be told I really don't care, the apple rotted a long time ago - after I lost for good that which was closest to me and gained that which I cannot distance myself from.

A multitude of apathy is borne by my broad shoulders as if it where a cross to bear, and yet this is when I seem to pull it together and shake off the bumbling idiot clambering to get out of me. Thus, I have now decided that, actually, living in a world gone frankly – fucking insane, gives one certain autonomous grace to make your own choice about what you should be giving a fuck about and what you shouldn’t. For example;

‘I should be giving a fuck that a Russian spy was actually assassinated by radioactive poison administered using nanotechnology in a restaurant next door to where I’ll be dining tomorrow evening.’

‘I shouldn’t be giving a fuck about upsetting the pretentious sector of society still bound by archaic ethics.’

‘I should give a fuck billions of animals are routinely tortured to satisfy our putrid need to shovel genetically modified rotting corpse into our faces.’

‘I shouldn’t give a fuck that yelling at a cripple is deemed inappropriate, or indeed using the term ‘cripple’ – it’s a whole fucking lot better than ‘flid’ – I’d never use that word.’

You can see a pattern emerging can’t you?

The Journey of the Non- Creative Creative.

The Non-Creative Creatives path is a difficult one. We are assumed to be not much more artistically capable than Jeffrey Archer because we are found to be lacking in the ability to wallow in the attention of strangers.  Our need, however, to showboat an over inflated sense of self-worth is much less than most traditional artists which creates this perpetuating cycle of 'can't be arsed', 'can be arsed', 'can't be arsed' and finally 'can be arsed...ish'.

It's a special breed of human being unweighted by the impulse to convince everyone who will listen that they are indeed worthy of fame, glory and recognition. Instead they just sit back, comfortable in their position, smug almost, and watch the tryers perfect new ways in which to bore the living fuck out of all stupid enough to nod and smile in the right places and not just say at the first opportunity 'Excuse me I believe I can hear Lassie outside woofing a message that little Jimmy has fallen down the quarry well - so really must dash, sweetie'.

Using myself as an example, I have over run my life with artists to such a point in the past I needed a detox.

Seriously, forget the blights of sugar, nicotine and alcohol on your system - they've got nothing on ego, careful conversation management and PSSTSS (Post Stage School Traumatic Stress Syndrome). Common side effects of over exposure to the above-mentioned qualities include excessively dry damaged and fragile skin (basically feels like your face has been sand blasted with tiny beads of arrogance), intense migraines and the unstoppable urge to gauge out the eyes of the 'very next muthafucking wanker with the audacity to tell me that I have bad anger management skills!! I wouldn’t need anger motherfucking management skills if you'd all fuck off and grow just one ounce of fucking humility between you'.

*NB Please bear in mind that this list is by no means exhaustive, any additions you'd like published here can be added to the comments section below.

So, six months away and I'm feeling remarkably refreshed, all things considered.

Now it's just a case of navigating my way through the media industry avoiding these types of lobal leeches and steering around other assorted muppets to seek the true forces in art today and try to bring them here, to FoolishPeople for your reading pleasure.

One such ray of light is Stella Damiana, author of Sex Spells; The Magical Path to Erotic Bliss, there'll be an interview up here at the beginning part of next week.

Much love, botox and air kisses to you all.

RIP My Girl.

Throw it away, the luminesent glow of your parked will haunts you. Deliver the fate you dream of when you wake and when you sleep it will all become clear, because I'm not me anymore. Because she's going to be gone.

What Women Want

A study conducted by top academics has revealed that the kind of assets a woman finds attractive in a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.

For example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.

However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to prefer a man with scissors lodged in his temple.

Further studies in this area have been cancelled.

I've had an OK weekend, not bad by any standards. Met old friends, new friends, not yet friends and a whole world of possibility.

Possibility is good. For a long time it's felt as though it had all disappeared into a big black vacuum along with my sanity and my other black and red sock.

I have three, possibly four, interviews lined up for fp.com with some really special people So if you know me, please, for all that is good and holy, email and hassle the fuck out of me to pull my finger out of my arse and get on with them.

Oh and also a public apology to John Harrigan; I yield, I yield, Two Ton Boa are very good and by no means as shoddy as your usual taste in bands.

When The Levees Broke - Video Montage of Spike Lee's Film

 

Spike Lee's latest film, When The Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts, is documentary evidence of how the US Goverment so disgracefully failed their people.

It appeared to be online for a while, but the videos have all been taken down sadly. Please check out this video montage instead, then go see the whole film.

The film is Lee's best non-fiction work without doubt, it's in four parts, each looking at a different aspect of the events.

Bla.

Currently watching Batman Begins again with my flatmate; attire this evening consists of track bottoms, an old faded FP t-shirt, and a Hellboy hoody - proper fangirl styley. I have a cup of tea, a purring cat shaped hot water bottle snuggled beside me and I'm still not fucking happy. Seriously, I can't help it. Some ov us are just born to fucking bitch and moan, the rest are just, well, dull ;o)

FLA - The Scala, August 28th.

Front Line Assembly (FLA) began when Bill Leeb, decided to part company with Canadian Industrial pioneers Skinny Puppy under alleged controversial circumstances and set out of his own musical quest. Whilst Bill trading under the pseudonym Wilhelm Schroeder had real little influence in Skinny Puppy, it was a place where he learnt his trade and saw the germination of some of the ideas that would form the backbone of FLA.

I did have a review all penned and ready to go, then I found the bio linked above and thought 'fuckit, mine's really shite', anyone with more than a passing interest in industrial music will love it.

Front Line Assembly seem to be one of the outfits that have many praising them but more often than not forgetting them if they take a moment away from the circuit.

Their show at the Scala on the 28th August only supported my theory that I was born 10 years later then I should have been. There were moments of pure euphoria, but these were peppered with Bill Leeb disappearing for a minute or so to, I assume, catch his breath. I don't think I've ever seen a more punishing set.

For those of you who aren't aware the Scala holds something in the vicinity of 800 tops, and that I'd say is an over-estimation. We're talking close enough to see nostril hairs, but that still wasn't close enough for me - a great night and all the more reason why a good band should keep fucking going until they all drop dead, or something.

Babysitting.

Vittoria: So. Uh, are you comfortable? No straw in your ear or anything?

Baby Jesus: No, I'm good thanks.

Vittoria: So, er...

Baby Jesus: Yeah?

Vittoria: Did you know you were going to have to die for our sins and stuff?

Baby Jesus: Fuck no, wouldn't have bothered if I did.

Vittoria: I wish you fucking hadn't.

[Pause]

Vittoria: So,

Baby Jesus: Yeah?

Vittoria: Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Beer?

Baby Jesus: No thanks, I just had some juicy nipple.

Vittoria: Right. Of course.

Me Again...

....and ya'll thought you were rid of me, or at least those of you who remember me do. Some more of you I can hear beating a hasty retreat and the rest of you don't give a fuck (fair play - I wouldn't either). Which ever the case, the sordid fact remains that I'm going to continue posting  here until I either die the slow painfully kinky death I've been planning for years or  grow up and realise people just look at who posted this shit, see it's me, and skip right over it.

I've been delegated two posts per week. I'm thinking of keeping one for my mundane utterances (only to appease me, myself & I, you understand) and the other will be reserved for some cool shit. Well that's the plan anyway, give me a couple of weeks and I'll probably wind up posting some crap about a nun in South America somewhere who got caught screwing a pig and now has to suckle 12 nunlets.

Now there's a reason not to read...

Peter Murphy, Trent Reznor & TV On The Radio - Bela Lugosi's Dead.

Download tr_pm_tv-bela.mov

Listen to the rest here.

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Wet.

I would have been your angel with wide open wounds. Fly you out again, back to where you were lifetimes ago. You've lost what you were in the fat that oozes from your ego, the demon glorious in it's triumph. The time has come for better things. It's too late for you to learn to smell your own shit. I'm rotting with rock n roll sores. She's gone, she's wet with a lust for hard cocked dignity, its been 5 years afterall. Run after me and slip on your deception, break those old dusty fucking ceptic bones. The world is there to be plucked like you plucked my wings except she'd never stab the life from a love the way you have. Im on my way down, wish me luck you cunt because i'll be burning with you staring at reflections of a future promised and never intended. The beginning is now.

Thrill Kill Cult.

China's biggest Christian sect, Three Grades of Servants, has been dominating news today. Their founder and leader, Xu Shuangfu, 60, has been sentenced to death along with two of his acolytes for the murder of about 20 followers of a rival apocalyptic group.

The case has slashed wide open the closed doors of China's underground churches and revealed the violent competition for souls in this nominally atheist country.

"This is absurd. My father only found out about the murders after the hearings opened," said his daughter, Xu Baiyin. "He signed a confession because they connected electric cables to his fingers, toes and penis.

According to a reliable source that obtained a copy of the verdict issued by the Chief Judge Mr. Liu Qingyi of Intermediate People’s Court of Shuangyashan City, Heilongjiang Province, June 28, and delivered to the defense lawyers July 5, 2006, among the seventeen convicted in this case, Mr. Xu Shuangfu (60-years-old), Mr. Li Maoxing (55-years-old) and Mr. Wang Jun (36-years-old) were sentenced to death for murder.

Fourteen other members of the sect, which claims millions of adherents, were given suspended death sentences or prison terms of up to 15 years.

Despite controls on churches, mosques and temples, (and some say oppression) competition for believers is heating up in China. The dominant communist ideology is being destroyed by the capitalist pursuit of wealth leaving a spiritual void. Established religions and new sects are rushing to fill, or overfill, this void with the same sort of westernised manipulation that we have long been familiar with.

Murderous battles between sects, victims killed and mutilated after trying to convert their neighbours and others with their faces sliced off...it seems they are set on making their own apocalyptic prophecy come true via divine intervention - or not

Cheesus.

Me?

Mood swings were defined as "inappropriate mood changes, not directly related to life’s events." Stop.                                                                                                                   Chronic anger was defined as "feeling angry most or all of the time. This chronic anger is not to be confused with the uncontrollable rage a borderline personality disorder patient sometimes experiences." Stop.                                                                                     Emptiness/boredom was defined as "Emptiness is a sensation of feeling empty inside. The boredom is not due to boring life situations, but presents itself in virtually all life situations, including pleasant ones." Stop.                                                                                                                        Emotional pain was defined as "feeling like your best friend or close relative died." Stop.

Stay negative........ Carry On. 

With rehearsals for Cycle III of Dark Nights of the Soul come nerves this time.  Which is a rarity believe me. They kick off tomorrow at the usual place with most of the usual cast, but something has struck me as very unusual for this, our third venture into Dr Bleach's realm.

A sort of expectation, waiting for that moment where all the cards get tossed up into the air; which seems to come as mandatory with each script, but never when you expect it. Waiting for that moment to come and peak and do it's worse and leave again...and waiting...and waiting...but it's not coming.

Holy shit, things are moving along very neatly indeed. Zut alors! But this can not be, 'tis simply not the FP way!

Part of this success is owed to the marvelous lady responsible for the beautiful shot you see above and also for the brand new DNOTS trailer for Cycle III - Emergence.

Alexa Looker is now not only cast but is throwing onto the FoolishPeople pyre her skills within digital art.

Having studied performance, digital art, live art and contemporary theatre at Northampton University and also trained in contemporary dance and ballet with a background in sonic art/music Alexa makes for the most modest, gifted all around artist you could ever meet.

I'll update here as soon as we secure the date for the next cycle.

Get a Fucking Grip.

OK. ENOUGH. FUCK.

ALL OF YOU GO AND GET A FUCKING LIFE, I CANNOT ENDURE YOU ALL MAKING YOURSELF LOOK EVEN DUMBER BY THE FUCKING MINUTE, NOT EVEN FOR THE SAKE OF FREE SPEECH.

IF,AND THIS IS A BIG IF GUYS, I.F. MR SQUAREPANTS WAS FUCKING REAL HIS SEXUALITY, WHATEVER IT MAY BE, WOULD NOT BE A 'PROBLEM' AS SOME OF YOU SO ELOQUENTLY PUT IT.

GO FOR A WALK OR SOMETHING, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, AWAY FROM THE TV AND GO AND FUCKING FIND SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY WARRANTS GETTING UPSET ABOUT.

OK.

COMMENTS TO THIS POST HAVE NOW BEEN CLOSED.

BOLLOX TO FREE SPEECH.

OK. ENOUGH. FUCK.

ALL OF YOU GO AND GET A FUCKING LIFE, I CANNOT ENDURE YOU ALL MAKING YOURSELF LOOK EVEN DUMBER BY THE FUCKING MINUTE, NOT EVEN FOR THE SAKE OF FREE SPEECH.

IF,AND THIS IS A BIG IF GUYS, I.F. MR SQUAREPANTS WAS FUCKING REAL HIS SEXUALITY, WHATEVER IT MAY BE, WOULD NOT BE A 'PROBLEM' AS SOME OF YOU SO ELOQUENTLY PUT IT.

GO FOR A WALK OR SOMETHING, GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, AWAY FROM THE TV AND GO AND FUCKING FIND SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY WARRANTS GETTING UPSET ABOUT.

OK.

COMMENTS TO THIS POST HAVE NOW BEEN CLOSED.

BOLLOX TO FREE SPEECH.

John Waters Presents Movies That Will Corrupt You

I dont suppose I'll get the chance to catch this as it's seemingly only showing on some gay american cable channel, but fuck...it looks good, take a ganders at the trailor on the link below.

If you gave John Waters the opportunity to gather a collection of films to curate, which do you think he would choose and why? here! asked the questions and the answers can be found in our newest series, "John Waters Presents Movies that will Corrupt You."

Incidentally the image is by Elizabeth Daniels, who has the most gorgeous selection of portraits on her site that I've seen for some considerable time.

Cycle II, Complete.

So another cycle completed. I think John and I both knew Dark Nights of the Soul was going to be a tough experience from the beginning, but I dont think that even the torment of Ruined Steel could have prepared us for it's magnitude.

John has been largely on his own for this cycle owing to me being unavoidably detained for the past few weeks, so Saturday night was all very, very fresh to me and that was such a blessing.

I think I can speak for the both of us when I say what a relief it is to be reaching out and finding the right audiences for us. Every night becomes more like a gathering of select souls and cohesive minds, so much so that during the interval there is an air of 'family get-together' about the place. Previous audience meeting fresh audience, old friends meeting new and granny in a corner with a bottle of stout and a plate of cockles  (me).

The cast have been outstanding in their commitment to their roles and the production, way beyond any reasonable expectations. Once again it was a very long and arduous  set up on the day, only pushed through by everybody's positivity and humility. It was a real fucking pleasure for a change.

Seems like we are getting good feed back again, which makes everything sooo much rosier, we'd be lying if we denied it.

So people, if you're interested I would keep your eyes peeled here for news of Cycle III.

Anyhow, I've a few opinions of my own this time....you pesky actors (and humans), so if you'd like to read on a little...

Alexa dear, thank you so much for your humour, feathery lashes and drops of elegance you bought to the day (not so much the glugging absinthe from the bottle part tho ;0) ). And your unfaltering Mary..I told you not to worry about the lines. Grace, you were amazing, I never would have expected at your first audition that the next time I saw you would be as the sleek, untouched and mystifying creature I witnessed last night. Kiki, simply put you are a professional to the utmost and beautiful to boot. Marcus, congratulations on your night, I was riveted by Alick and you've really captured "Aquinas the Shite'! Mark1, I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to say it on the night but your commitment and hard work is truly inspiring, as is your ability and passion. Mark2, you captured every moment of your dialogue and used it to it's fullest degree with awesome talent and perception. Rob, your compositions were truly beautiful, and bought so many sympathetic undertones to the performance it wouldn't have been the true spectacle without you. Kittie, babe, what an entrance...I just cant fucking wait...! James, visuals fucking rocked...again...no great surprises there then. Orrin, dear Oracle Orrin, I could listen to you all day, thank you hon. And to John (who does not know I'm posting this, as would only tell me to fuck off and blush), your vision, determination and gift for this thankless task has been and will continue to be the epitome of inspiration. You are fucking beautiful.

Letter To My Bank

This man is my fucking hero;

'Dear Sir, Madam, or other:

Thanks for the heads up on raising the already usurious rate of interest on my credit card to 27.99%. What an incredible number.

Granted, I have no one to blame for my current predicament but myself. I had an opportunity to keep my interest at 0% for a while, but I missed a payment because I had no money, which is why I had so much credit card debt in the first place. There are a number of other ways I could have obtained this money, but I chose to make a deal with the white devil. By the way, that's you. Incidentally, I have no idea if you are white or not. I am, although I do enjoy the rap music.

Completely besides the point.

Anyway, I got the notice you sent me today. You know the one I'm talking about? It's entitled, 'Important Notice for [bank name blacked out] Credit Cardmember Agreement.'

I think you could have given it a catchier name, like 'Hey Cardmember, Fuck You!' or, 'Hey Debtor: Bend Over and Take It Like a POOR Man!'

I reject your terms. In accordance with requirements you have set forth to enable me to do that, I have cut up my card. I won't use it anymore, and I will, as soon as possible, pay off or transfer my full debt load. I don't care if I have to suck dick seven nights a week and twice on Sundays. You people are criminals and vampires, and I despise you with every poverty-stricken fiber of my being. You won't get another dime from me.

If I knew where you were and how to get in, and if I could afford to make the trip (which, luckily for you, I can't), I would visit your office, climb up on your desk and take a dump. Additionally, I hope that as you go to sleep tonight you realize that it is because of your conscienceless strong-arm tactics that capitalism had a badname.

You could have had a nice fat 15 or even 20%. Instead, you'll have nothing.

Thank you for your time, you piece of shit.

Eat me.

Sean Conroy

P.S. While you and your cubicle buddies are giggling about the insane vitriol contained in this letter, please do me the honor of picturing me fucking your mother.'

Control - the Ian Curtis Film.

'Control is being produced by LA / Pittsburgh Based Claraflora with Deborah Curtis as co-producer.

The film will expand on Deborah's Touching From A Distance book, which was a personal account of her life with Ian Curtis, to give a fuller account of the man and his life. To achieve this, writer Matt Greenhalgh has interviewed all the relevant people including Annik Honore. Ian Curtis's was in a relationship with Annik at the time of his death and she has previously declined to discuss the matter with the media simply saying it was "too painful".'

Looks like Samantha Morton is confirmed for the role of Deborah Curtis, and there have been rumours naming Jude Law for the role of Ian Curtis, but casting wont be finished until spring this year.

The David Lynch Foundation

30-45min recording of a lecture given by David Lynch for his new organisation. Promoting consciousness and creativity as well as covering, very openly, the non-linear plot styles and abstraction of his work.

A genius in FP's eyes, I could listen to him for hours and hours.

Richard Simmons on Who's Line is it Anyway

Trust me if you can spare 6 and a bit minutes for pure bottom humour it'll be worth your while.

Click here.

Russian Prison Tattoos

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'According to the book of Genesis, God placed a mark on the world's first murderer before sending him into exile. The mark of Cain indelibly branded its bearer as a criminal and social outcast.

It is not known when tattooing first became a common practice in Russian prisons and Stalinist Gulags. Soviet researchers first discovered and studied this underground activity in the 1920s; photographs of prisoners from that period suggest an already elaborate and highly developed subculture. More than simple decoration, the images symbolically proclaim the wearer's background and rank within the complex social system of the jailed.'

Dark Nights of the Soul - Update

Cycle II has been moved back to Saturday, January 14th.

See you there...

Kittie.

Who's the beautiful lady I hear you cry?

Kittie is my reply.

Taaa Daaaaaa! Yep, Kittie Klaw is officially on board the Dark Nights of the Soul train. Details of which Cycles she'll appear in are yet to be confirmed but please rest assured that you will be in for a treat.

You know you really can't ask for a better start to the day when you're kicking back with a coffee in the company of such an awesomely intelligent and generous being (oh, and John was there too ;o) ).  Talk of DNOTS, other really exciting future projects, David Lynch and Harry Potter (...ahem...sorry), all lead to me rather shamefully wishing we didn't have to dash off for auditions.

There we were back at our beloved Treadwell's, drooling over every book I've ever wanted intermittently auditioning probably the best collective group of auditionees we've ever had when it really struck me; every cycle is going to get better.

I mean, that’s what I've been saying and that's what we've been aiming for but, fuck me...I think it really is going to happen. How fucking cool is that?

 

E-Commercial Church.

The E-Commercial Church is a virtual monastery where they do not care about your beliefs in real life, you are welcome as long as you make donations to the Church.

There Is Something Inherently Wrong With 'Our' Species.

"The Dutch animal protection agency said Tuesday it is investigating the shooting death of a sparrow that knocked over 23,000 dominoes during an attempt to set a world record.

The ill-fated bird flew into an exposition center, threatening to derail a world record Monday, before it was chased into a corner and shot by an exterminator with an air rifle.

The bird was a common house sparrow -- a species placed on the national endangered list last year.

"Under Dutch law, you need a permit to kill this kind of bird, and a permit can only be granted when there's a danger to public health or a crop," agency spokesman Niels Dorland said.

"That was not the case. I might add, is it really necessary to kill a bird that knocked over a few dominoes for a game?"

The Endemol production company, which organized the Domino Day event, defended the killing. The organizers wanted to break their own Guinness World Record of 3,992,397 dominoes set last year by toppling a chain of 4,321,000 blocks.

Around 200,000 dominoes were left to go, and the bird knocked down 23,000 of them.

That bird was flying around and knocking over a lot of dominoes. More than 100 people from 12 countries had worked for more than a month setting them up," he said."

Fucking moronic, sick bastards. 100 people from 12 countries should fucking well go and do something slightly more socially aware with their time like err pick up litter? Plant some trees? I dont know fucking going home and taking a shit I'm pretty sure would be more productive you pathetic imbeciles.

I’m sorry Mr. Sparrow, you may well be an innocent beautiful creature but you've fucked up an incredible display of Man's idiotic attitude toward competition, depraved sense of superiority AND you’ve ruined a lovely display of dominos for everyone to enjoy. Therefore you must die motherfucker, die!!!

The only upside to this story is that a Dutch website called Geenstijl offered a $1200 reward for anybody who knocks over the dominoes ahead of time to avenge the bird.

Dutch Activist Shot Dead.

Louis Seveke, 41, a very well known political activist and secret service watcher, was killed in the center of the city of Nijmegen, in the eastern part of The Netherlands. According to an eyewittness "The killer was a professional, who after firing two shots walked up to the body, calmly checked whether his victim was really dead, and than just walked away."

''Indications are that this is a political murder" journalist Gerard Legebeke said, interviewed on Dutch national radio. Legebeke is an investigating journalist of renown who lives in Nijmegen, and has known the killed political activist for years.

Family and friends speak of their grief after the shooting in the Netherlands last Tuesday.

The Hill of Dooom

Ahh.

A Dark Night of the Soul indeed. That's it. From now on I am no longer having anything to do with any production that isn't positively fucking cheery by title. Otherwise it's just like begging the universe to take a large, steaming astral crap on your head.

Two of Key23's heaving assets, Adam and Lucifer Benway are to be making their way up to little ol' FP Towers in Hitchin tomorrow to laugh at the locals getting pissed and beating the shit out of one another. May even get around to recording some sort of podcast too. Should inebriation not get the better of them...or maybe even if it does...

Good wine, good company, good conversation and the hill of doom which, for some inexplicable reason, we always seem to end up on top of, hurrah!

?!

ROTFL...

BMHUATWID (banging my head up against the wall in despair)

The First Annual MySpace Stupid Haircut Awards!

 

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Hell yeah.

(a.k.a by the skin of my teeth)

Ahem...

Ok lesson learnt, dont image-google your name when you are already low, it'll be enough to finish you off....

For fucks sake.

Oh yeah and John has his new bit up on Key23.

I'm just popping outside...though I may be some time.

Only Another Day to Go...

Oh my.

So very much has happened in these past few weeks. Anyone ever had such an intense time they fear that if the re-tell the story it'll only come back and rain all bloody hell down on you thrice-fold, Japanese horror styley? ....with big fuck off hairy shit clicking it's way out of the toilet?

So I'm not going to share all the shit that's been happening, because you guys only really need to know one thing...rehearsals are going swimmingly. I think...and I'll go out on a limb here...this seems to be the most cohesive group of people we've ever worked with. Such a short rehearsal period and already the cast are miles, miles and miles ahead of where ordinary expectations would place them.

I'm sooo looking forward to Saturday night and cycle one of Dark Nights of the Soul. I'm thinking it will be like nothing I've seen before (and I've seen a fair bit of freaky shit in my time).

Whoa, Like Narly Reznor-Satan-Whore Dude.

Oh dear, you will laugh...trust me.

Annie Sprinkle

For over a quarter of a century, Annie Sprinkle has explored sexuality in all of it’s most glorious (and inglorious) forms.

From her beginnings as an evolving, sexually curious starlet in pornographic films to her growth as a groundbreaking performance artist, she has shared what she has learned through filmmaking, writing, photography, artwork, teaching workshops, and performing.

A sex-work pioneer, an AIDS educator, and out “metamorphosexual”, Annie Sprinkle was one of the first women to inspire the term “sex positive feminist”.

What a cool chick. 'Sex positive feminist', I like that term...we're not all shrivelled, dried up vulva-women you know....

;o)

(I can feel John cringing now - heh)

Miasma Join Dark Nights of the Soul

Do you remember my post a while ago, the one where I fawned over Miasma & the Carousel of Headless Horses? Well if you do, and if you listened to the album then you will be as equally ecstatic as I am at this piece of awsome news;

'Miasma & the Carousel of Headless Horses have joined forces with the FoolishPeople Magickal Theatre Company for their latest opus, "Dark Nights of the Soul". We will be performing live for this production every second Saturday of the month for 6 months, beginning November 12th 2005.'

If your appetite was merely dampened beforehand it must be virtually dripping now; an avant-rock instrumental quintet playing through a chaos magick, shamanistic ritual theatre production designed with true Art of Darkness.

Book your tickets with us now, and don't miss a single episode, because you'll regret it on your deathbed.

The Way I Want To Go...

A schizophrenic artist who died after handcuffing himself to a tree after throwing away the key, may have tried to free himself, an inquest has heard.

The skeleton of Richard Sumner - 47 when he went missing three years ago - was found in a remote area of Clocaenog Forest, Denbighshire, in April 2005.

The Trio.

Meet three more gems in the Dark Nights of the Soul's crown;

Kato Lambert: Fashion Designer &  Model
M Bedd: Web Animator 
Sam Shearon: Director of Art & Conceptual Designer

You may have read my post a while back on the Weird Weekend? At the end I discussed fucking outstanding people with vodka in their room? Well turns out that they are all talented muthas too.

Some of Sam's work can be seen here for the time being, but the real launch is at Halloween;

Sam Shearon's 'Art of Darkness' - is a one man 'Dark Art' Nexus. This is planned to go live/to be Launched on the web 31st October 2005. It is an online gallery and world for the dark artist and conceptual designer Sam Shearon a.k.a. Mister Sam. His exhibitions have appeared in both the national and global press including the Daily Telegraph, BBC Radio ONE and The Fortean Times.

Kato's is  over here...and Mr Bedd's? M Bedd's will come later dont you worry about that.

M Bedd is both digital animator and cartoonist. He often works closely with Sam Shearon with regards to his online world of dark art and is renouned for his groundbreaking insight and instigator into the world of online viral marketing.

But there is a twist in this tale, there is so much more to come from these three special people.