See that single crooked heart on the sleeve.įrom the sublime of Miss Blackwell's "innocent" poetry to the completely unexpected - the Basque performance poet Ernesto Sarezale. The drift of time, and those ridiculous dates. Those tapes as lover's gifts and nothing that'll play them, I miss that kind of love- the fan-dance of belonging, Or a solo labour of love looped on a shoestring. There's still the thought, the careful lettering,īut no matter what, it's not a party thing, Your memory banks decanted in an hourglass. No end of space, no ninety-minute calculations,Īnd yes, there's beauty even in downloaded data, I miss them- don't you? Sure, now it's quick and clean, Wrapping you all against the dark till dawn. The music of your spheres a late-night forecast The floor a collage of empty, naked cases,Ĭards painstakingly written, cartoons drawn, Your mates opening doors - right, this one next. Later, the parties, drunk, hogging the decks, Your telegraphed semaphore blurring the lines-įast-forwarded in a laughable falsetto whine. Songs were the flags you hid your face behind, The language of tapes was all interpretation, Serving your quest to get that single kiss. You'd march into that vacuum, that white-noise hiss.Ī general, marshalling crashing ranks of rock stars Itchy fingers poised for the end of the track.Ī scientist, an explorer, mapping from front to back, Hanging over the arm of your parents' sofa, I miss them- don't you? Those long Sunday nights With her customary chirpy personality, the tutu-wearing(!) Miss B read a few of her prodigious range of pithy poems, many of which she has posted on her MySpace blog for National Poetry Writing Month in May. Next up was a personal favourite, the adorable Sophia Blackwell. Mr Alago's readings - involving fantasy men, lust and New York, left us panting too. Hunky, nude, male flesh! His Rough Gods and The Brutal Truth are no doubt best sellers at both emporia. ![]() In 2003 he retired from music to take up photography - mainly that type of photography that occupies the hearts and minds of many of the punters of Prowler or Clone Zone. He signed Nina Simone for her final albums, discovered Metallica, and has worked with a bizarre range of people, including Cyndi Lauper, Michael Feinstein and John Lydon. Mr Feather was followed by Michael Alago, a massive name in the New York music industry. Indeed, we loved his slightly smutty songs - with titles like The Bugger and The Penis is a Ghost, how could we not? He's quite cute, too. Opening with a bang, we had our only musical artist of the night, the rather fab Norman Feather - a stalwart of the Vauxhall Tavern and Wotever World alternative gay cabaret nights - who, according to his blurb, "writes and performs jaunty songs that celebrate illness, neurosis and death". There were many esteemed regulars there too, including Suzy Feay of the FT and Joe Storey-Scott and his lovely chums, and some irregular faces including the marvellous gay journalist (who has been described as the "skinhead Oscar Wilde") Mark Simpson. Some people might possibly have expected him to be singing. Paul Burston had advertised the special guest appearance of the fantabulosa Andy Bell of Erasure in advance, so inevitably the place was packed to the gunnels. In any event, if you are not 100% satisfied with your purchase, you can return it within 30 days for a full refund including return postage.We had another fabulous time at "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari goes Pop last night. Actually, the photo you receive will look better than the one pictured here because my scanner does not reproduce the image as well as it could. In any event, the photo that is pictured here is the best that we have and will be the exact same photo that you will receive (minus the DO NOT COPY watermark or the DO NOT BEND sign). Many are taken from a split second movie or TV frame, and others when originally photographed were intended to be soft and not sharp. Many were taken by non professional photographers, some are so old that the quality is just not possible. Although produced on top quality photo paper by a professional photo lab, some of my photos are not as sharp as you or I would like. Many of the photos are reprints of frozen movie or television frames, others are reprints of negatives or photos. International photos are $13.50 for the first photo and free for all other combined photos that will be shipped in the same package. ![]() Domestic shipping is free for all of our photos which have been recently printed.
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