The Line Of Duty

This morning I began to pull together an interview with one of my favourite tattoo artists in the world: Noon. You can find his blog here but for the sake of getting this post off to a good looking start, here's one of his recent pieces:

It always surprises me that almost 100 issues on (just 15 more to go) from when I started, I can still find great things to talk about. Or at least I can when my co-conspirator is still passionate when it comes to their end of the bargain. Noon is one of those guys. I'm hoping it will be every bit as good as I want it to be when I'm done. 

File under pending... for a couple of weeks.


Aside from magazine things, this week I've been pounding the keys on a script that I believe has legs. Another couple of days and I'll be done with the second draft... writing such a thing (one day I'd like to be able to point you back to this post with hindsight as my friend) has left me with a lot of off-cuts. There's so much on the cutting-room floor, if I'm still feeling uber-positive about the whole thing after the weekend (because these things have a tendency to back you into a corner) I might carry on into next week and see where those bits might take me because what I really need right now is another project to stare at me and ask when I'm going to pay it some more attention... honest it is.


Earlier this evening, my mother sent me a text. One of those mysterious ones out of the blue that suggests the whole thing would become much clearer if you had been in the room with her while she wrote it. This has happened a lot more than it used to since she got an iPhone. 

The content of the message went like this:

"You will look like Billy Connolly when you get old"

My best guess is that he happened to be on TV at the time. I did see something a couple of days ago about some paintings of him that had turned up in Glasgow (I think) so I'll assume that was the trigger... but I haven't seen a pic of Billy for a long time - so I went to find one.

So first, Robert Plant (as detailed here) and now Billy Connolly. I'm starting to see a pattern of hair + beard emerging.

Billy is 74. I could live with that look. It's coming down the line regardless. My mother knows me well.


Items Of Interest From Other People Whose Work I Dig:

I saw today that Jonathan Carroll has a new book out in August - this has jettisoned itself to the top of the wish list with ease. If you're not familiar with his work, he posts regularly on Medium and it's always worth the trip.

But... you don't have to wait if you're intrigued. The man has a huge backlist and never disappoints. If you're looking for something new to help pass the evenings under the quilt with a torch, this is a good place to be.


On the music front, I tried to be adventurous at the start of the week and listened to the new Katy Perry album for some reason and wished I hadn't then diverted myself back to more familiar territory. There's a new Goo Goo Dolls EP on the racks but when I had finished with it (twice), I couldn't remember a thing about it. Putting music out because you can and not because you have something to say is wrong in every way you can think of.

Then a bird came into the kitchen, knocked a box of dog snacks off the shelf and I remembered Cheap Trick have an album out... it's not all out yet, but there are some advance tracks strutting their stuff. It looks like this:

But while I was hunting down that album cover, I saw there was also an album out last year which had totally passed me by in every way you can think of... and it's all there. Cheap Trick have lost nothing over the years. Nothing at all. That one looks like this:

Life is good when Cheap Trick are around.

Crouching Flu Virus, Hidden Music

Oh brother... taken down by some kind of flu for a couple of days. I don't normally do the 'sick' thing but this one got me good and proper. One minute, I was all prepared to cover the world with fire and ice, the next I was lying on the sofa like a soap opera tragedy wondering what I'd done that was so bad to have clay injected into muscles I didn't know I had. 

I think two days is long enough to let any disease have its way with a kindly host though, so we're ignoring it now. It can hang around if it really wants to but let's see how it copes with a diet of nothing but caffeine and nicotine. Surely a more inhospitable environment in which to thrive cannot be found this side of Vesuvius?

Still, being taken down a peg or two in your own head can be quite handy. I didn't think about writing anything at all for those two days and happened to write quite a lot by accident. I also 'accidentally' watched some YouTube videos about how to make your own book completely from scratch - not sure I want to get into that but it's very cool seeing other people doing neat stuff. Maybe that should say, 'I'm not sure I have the talent for that' as all of them were great artists regardless of whether they made their own books or not. Thanks to Jonathan Carroll for that nugget - and if the name means nothing to you, you should go seek him out. Immediately.


Back in the land of something akin to normal, I saw today that netflix are about to launch an originally commissioned movie sequel to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon called Sword of Destiny. It debuts on Friday and if it's anything even close to the original, all bets are off. TV as we know it will be officially dead. It even has a proper poster - they didn't have to commission one I guess, but they did: 

OK, so there's not a whole lot of work gone into it, but it's little steps in the right direction that's for sure. Then again, I don't recall the original poster being something to write home about either. The movie itself though... that's a whole other story. 

Consider the bar raised. In theory at least...


I got myself in the mood for some new/old vinyl too. Odds on it appearing within 24 hours: slim - but it will be something to behold when it does arrive. What is it? It's a reasonably pristine copy of Young Man's Blues by Rock City Angels. If you weren't in the loop back in 1987 (ish), you missed a treat. Popular rumour has it the band were signed up by Geffen in order to bury them from being in competition with Guns n Roses - and maybe that was smart thinking. If you believed the hype that GnR were the most destructive band in the world, it's a good thing that nobody ever gave Rock City Angels too much money to prove otherwise.

In my opinion, they were a far superior band - and not that it's hugely relevant but in their early days, Rock City Angels were once home to Johnny Depp too. If you need proof of life, here: 

Anyway, this album was a tough find but there are copies out there. They appear to have released some other material along the way but nothing at the level of Young Man's Blues - and I'm very much looking forward to it being part of my life again.

I'm pretty sure there are bands this good out there today (there must be) but why do they insist on hiding from me?