I See You've Got Your Leopard Skin Pill-box Hat

Here is Richard II being presented England by baby Jesus. He commissioned the piece himself I hear. He's kneeling next to two beatified English kings and John the Baptist is holding his shoulder. His daddy was Edward the Black Prince who has a wicked looking tomb in Canterbury Cathedral down the road from where I am now.

This Is American Music

I don't remember many of my dreams and when I do they're always distorted or like mosaics that don't contribute to a greater picture. If I have dreams I hope they look like this. It's from a Flight single. Listen to Flowers.

The horror! The horror!

I've been progressing through the Werner Herzog boxset my housemate nick bought. I especially liked Aguirra the wrath of god. Nosferatu is brilliant also and is a nice homage to the expressionist cinema of the 20s. Kinksy is a nut job of an actor too.

Friday

I've fallen behind recently. This should make up for everything.

After A Long Journey.

Here's Sir Francis Drake.

Paul Roman

I had a dream where I lived in some wretched frat house with a load of scum bags from school. They arranged a party and a guy fell of the balcony and died. Then the police arrived and staged the best funeral. Paul McCartney was milling around and The Horrors played an unannounced street gig. It made me want a black and white polka dot scarf. Paul was looking especially dashing in a flannel suit.

Don't Bogart That Joint

Since it's Valentine's Day, how about this for romance:
Steele: I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.
Gray: I lived a few weeks while you loved me. Goodbye, Dix.