Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Home movies of William S. Burroughs in Lawrence
Burroughs with Lawrence friends, Patti Smith, Steve Buscemi, Allen Ginsberg, and various cats. Filmed by Wayne Propst, Pro-Prop, Inc. Edited by Michelle Tran.
There has to be an easier way to get your kicks...
This is the kind of thing that you just can't invent:
"After describing some of the many psychological theories about the differences between perversions and non-perversions, Salton [the author of the study] in essence takes a cold shower and shakes his head. "[I will] attempt neither to disprove nor to contradict the theories cited in the preceding sections," he writes. "Instead, I hope to augment and combine them."
He attempts this by telling the story of a patient who reluctantly came under his care: "The patient, whom I will call 'Alan', is a 28-year-old male of Gypsy descent. He was referred by the criminal court following repeated convictions for stealing complimentary bathrobes from the rooms of upscale hotels."
Alan's lawyer repeatedly "was able to plea bargain probation and psychological counselling, rather than incarceration, when it was determined that Alan did not take the bathrobes to sell them, or to steal whatever contents a guest might have left inside. Instead, he brought them home in order to masturbate into them. He would then discard the bathrobe when it no longer held his sexual interest, thus requiring him to stalk and steal again."
Alan also had a goal to perform Karaoke in a bar in all 50 American states.
In short, Alan has some problems."
Marc Abrahams @'TheGuardian'
Marc Abrahams @'TheGuardian'
How dangerous is mephedrone?
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Today we focus on mephedrone, the drug Lincolnshire police have linked with the tragic deaths earlier this week of two teenage boys in Scunthorpe. Reporter Robert Booth recounts what happened to Louis Wainwright, 18, and Nicholas Smith, 19.
We also hear from an (anonymous) man who's used mephedrone. He describes its effects.
Joining our studio panel is Martin Barnes, chief executive of Drugscope, and a member of the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs, which meets on 29 March to discuss a recommendation that mephedrone be banned.
Niamh Eastwood, deputy director of Release, says the sacking of Professor David Nutt from the council led to a delay in the assessment of mephedrone's dangers.
Alan Travis, the Guardian's home affairs editor, explains how the drug is made and the dangers that if it's banned it will simply be replaced by a similar compound.
Reporter Adam Gabbatt looks at how internet users are discussing the drug and its possible prohibition.
Joining our studio panel is Martin Barnes, chief executive of Drugscope, and a member of the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs, which meets on 29 March to discuss a recommendation that mephedrone be banned.
Niamh Eastwood, deputy director of Release, says the sacking of Professor David Nutt from the council led to a delay in the assessment of mephedrone's dangers.
Alan Travis, the Guardian's home affairs editor, explains how the drug is made and the dangers that if it's banned it will simply be replaced by a similar compound.
Reporter Adam Gabbatt looks at how internet users are discussing the drug and its possible prohibition.
Like all drugs, miaow-miaow should be legal
Pete Doherty 'arrested on suspicion of supplying drugs'
Pete Doherty: Sources say he has been arrested on suspicion of supplying drugs. Photograph: Cathal McNaughton/PA
The singer Pete Doherty has been arrested on suspicion of supplying drugs following the death of the heiress Robin Whitehead at a flat in east London, sources said today.
The 31-year-old Babyshambles frontman was one of four people questioned following the death of the 27-year-old film-maker.
The body of Whitehead, the granddaughter of the Ecologist magazine founder, Teddy Goldsmith, was discovered at a flat in Hackney on 24 January after paramedics answered a 999 call. She died from a suspected drug overdose.
Doherty was arrested in connection with the inquiry on Friday.
A spokesman for the Metropolitan police said: "A 31-year-old man was arrested on 19 March on suspicion of supplying controlled drugs.
"He was bailed to return on a date in April pending further inquiries."
Two other men, aged 41 and 28, were arrested on suspicion of supplying a controlled drug.
The 41-year-old man and a 53-year-old woman, were questioned on suspicion of attempting to pervert the course of justice.
The woman is suspected of allowing her premises to be used for the supply of controlled drugs.
Doherty, a friend of Whitehead, said he was "shocked and saddened" by her death.
She had completed a documentary film, The Road To Albion, about his former band, the Libertines, and spent a lot of time with him.
Her mother, Dido Whitehead, is a cousin of Jemima Khan and Zac Goldsmith, and her father is (/was - Mona) the 1960s filmmaker Peter Whitehead.
Man is the fugn chicken tired...
Fuck...
I am tired
Which is why I have asked if people who might want to contribute to this blog to get in touch...
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whatever/whenever - as long as you know the general vibe of 'Exile'! The people that I have already got back to,
YOU are in the...
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Further details soon...
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Further details soon...
One last chance...
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Don't feel daunted, it is really easy to post and the chicken is there to help!
Beyond the Box Tops: Paul Westerberg on Alex Chilton
How does one react to the death of one’s mentor? My mind instantly slammed down the inner trouble-door that guards against all thought, emotion, sadness. Survival mode. Rock guitar players are all dead men walking. It’s only a matter of time, I tell myself as I finger my calluses. Those who fail to click with the world and society at large find safe haven in music — to sing, write songs, create, perform. Each an active art in itself that offers no promise of success, let alone happiness.
Yet success shone early on Alex Chilton, as the 16-year-old soulful singer of the hit-making Box Tops. Possessing more talent than necessary, he tired as a very young man of playing the game — touring, performing at state fairs, etc. So he returned home to Memphis. Focusing on his pop writing and his rock guitar skills, he formed the group Big Star with Chris Bell. Now he had creative control, and his versatility shone bright. Beautiful melodies, heart-wrenching lyrics: “I’m in Love with a Girl,” “September Gurls.”
On Big Star’s masterpiece third album, Alex sang my favorite song of his, “Nighttime” — a haunting and gorgeous ballad that I will forever associate with my floor-sleeping days in New York. Strangely, the desperation in the line “I hate it here, get me out of here” made me, of all things, happy. He went on to produce more artistic, challenging records. One equipped with the take-it-or-leave-it — no, excuse me, with the take-it-like-I-make-it — title “Like Flies on Sherbert.” The man had a sense of humor, believe me.
It was some years back, the last time I saw Alex Chilton. We miraculously bumped into each other one autumn evening in New York, he in a Memphis Minnie T-shirt, with take-out Thai, en route to his hotel. He invited me along to watch the World Series on TV, and I immediately discarded whatever flimsy obligation I may have had. We watched baseball, talked and laughed, especially about his current residence — he was living in, get this, a tent in Tennessee.
Because we were musicians, our talk inevitably turned toward women, and Al, ever the Southern gentleman, was having a hard time between bites communicating to me the difficulty in ... you see, the difficulty in (me taking my last swig that didn’t end up on the wall, as I boldly supplied the punch line) “... in asking a young lady if she’d like to come back to your tent?” We both darn near died there in a fit of laughter.
Yeah, December boys got it bad, as “September Gurls” notes. The great Alex Chilton is gone — folk troubadour, blues shouter, master singer, songwriter and guitarist. Someone should write a tune about him. Then again, nah, that would be impossible. Or just plain stupid.
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