Peaches En Regelia

Hello my fellow homo-sapiens…the last couple of weeks have been good, nothing major to report from London town really. Last week however, I did get a rare glimpse into the world of celebrity. I was lucky enough to be given a pass to see Noel Fielding at the Royal Albert Hall in aide of Teenage Cancer Trust. It was an interesting affair and kinda confirmed my own thoughts that the Mighty Boosh are no longer a cult thing, they have become incredibly mainstream. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing though. Great universal love, it’s all good man. His show was incredibly sketchy and not in the comical sense. For those of you unfamiliar with the shaggy-haired lathorio, he’s a comedian who is the brains (alongside Julian Barrett) behind The Mighty Boosh (google it) it’s a very funny, if not a surreal program and is considered of marmite tendencies. Noel himself was very funny, but the support comedians were not…which is a shame, because it could have been a great show. Anyways, afterwards I went to the afterparty (as you do) and stared in an uncomfortable nature as Lily Allen looked like she was stripping for the cameras. It was surreal like watching a movie! She’s was incredibly fucked and most of all, lonely – everyone was vying for her attention and she’s only one person.

I’ve always liked Lily Allen (despite her not so great show…) I think she's smart, clever and her new songs are opting a interesting direction but I didn’t like this side of her really, but i guess she's only human. I then cautiously watched a London Paper journalist peering on, I was making a mental note of the kind of story he would print in his column the next day and wondered how fabricated it would be – it was. He created stories that she was coonodling with Gavin and Stacey star; James Corden, who I’ve very slowly started to find very attractive…



That was the last ‘cool’ party I went to, I’ve been reading the Pamela Des Barres book ‘I’m With The Band’ it’s fucking brilliant. I’ve been meaning to read this book for a while as people kept telling me I’d love it. And I do. It’s not a sordid account of her conquests but a sweet rendition of her rock n roll loves. I actually cried when she described being heartbroken by Jimmy Page and Mick Jagger gorgeous red lips caressing her already sore thighs. Pamela is a pretty inspirational human being, not in the accomplishment sense, because if you look closely she hasn’t really achieved much, but the way she relays her stories makes you want to walk up to the next rock star and try and shag him! Pamela was a frail and naive lady, music was her heroin and men was her down and upfall. The way she talks about Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa makes you sad that you weren’t living in those times…
I must stop talking about Beefheart, everytime I see his name in print, my heart skips a beat, he does something to me I could never explain. I love Floyd, Zappa, Roxy Music but Beefheart will always remain close to me.






I think Lori Maddox is next…!



This photo was taken the next Page dumped Pamela…

Lately I’ve been re-listening to some music, Nirvana, Weezer and Morrissey god I love these people. I’ve also been thinking about religion a lot lately, which is really starting to scare me – I stand at the bus stop and think, ‘oh shit in a moment, the bus will come and I will no longer be staring at the corner store’ we really do have so little time left on this beautiful planet I intend to cherish every moment!

Captain Beefheart once said that God is like the perfect musical note. If that’s his ideology of the higher being then I love this beautiful man as much as a did yesterday.
Wow I churned this shit out in 15 minutes I feel like Lester Bangs – minus the cough syrup

I’d rather have you as a husband for 47 years than fuck you for 47 minutes.




The beautiful Don Van Vliet