Nick Cave

"But in the ordinary run of affairs how many people go out of their way to pass even five or ten minutes in a good deep cave completely cut off from the outside world and take the opportunity to hear themselves speak and really listen to themselves? It can come to seem strange that people pay good money to entertain or instruct themselves with drugs or sex or universities or even submit themselves to psychiatric counselling when they could just as well spend a few free minutes in the silence of an impressively tucked-away cave and experience this ordinary auditory apocalypse, discover themselves as never before."

Royle, Nicholas. Quilt. (Reading: Cox & Wyman Ltd, 2010), pp.30



Thanks Nick. I kind of wish you'd suggested that before I signed up to your MA. Although really, universities should function as caves to hold conversations in. It is interesting seeing how in this respect a cave could be seen as something enlightening whereas in other texts it is used as something quite the opposite (The Republic). There's an exciting ambivalence at play here. Perhaps I could write my dissertation on caves.

Who says the devil has all the tunes?

This is an epic tune of biblical proportions. I love seeing a crowd in raptures.

SmoothGay Love Song aka Justin Bieber Sex Tape

Just uncovered these lyrics in my bedroom, written by myself and Michael Sykes, which will no doubt feature on the upcoming SmoothGay album...

I think you're pretty swell
Just might mean we'll get on well
But I want to put it to the test
Get these feelings off my chest
So I'll leave a voicemail on the phone
Which doesn't express the love I own
I'll leave a box of chocolates out on the doorstep
I forgot my umbrella so I got pretty wet

So it rained
Like my pain
Just kept coming in floods of shame
I'm Noah without animals
I'm drowning
And I need a towel
You've got me speaking only in vowels

I like the way that you smile
I've been thinking about that for a while
As I construct my visage
Too worthy for any homage
I hope you're ready for what I can give
The heart must beat if we are to live
Like letters sentenced to commit
A lifelong intimacy incarnate

Love sustained
Amour is the name
And it protects me from disdain
I'm James Joyce forced to write sensibly
Digging myself a hole
With a paper trowel
You've got me speaking only in vowels

So I form this literate sponge
Into which all my love I do plunge
Are you ready for my glove?
I flutter with peace next to you like a dove
Because...
We had drunk quite a lot when we wrote that. Lord knows what musical accompaniment it had.