Another interview with Foxx has appeared online, this time at the very wonderful ballardian.com in which he discusses at length the influence of the great author on his work.
I'm particularly pleased to see the host, Simon Sellars, suggesting that Foxx might actually BE Arnold Weiss bryant, the collector of the Tiny Colour MOvies that inspired the music. This is something that came to me a weeksor three ago.
Urban drift. Walking through Cities. Burnt patches on pavements. In the same way that we all from time to time inhabit other people, put on their clothing, assume their mannerisms, adopt their phrases and speech patterns.
As he submits to these psychic entry points, Foxx becomes this other man.
Weiss Bryant is to Foxx what Foxx is to Dennis Leigh. A way of doing something else and exploring other places. For now it is film. Images that dissolve into each other. Flashbacks.
Skyscraper shadows on a carcrash overpass.
All the traits of the condensed novels in the Atrocity Exhibition.

It makes so much sense, and how refrshing to be able to discuss this with someone else who knows what they are talking about. Nether Simon, nor Adam at beatmag or Mark at k-punk are figures at the forum yet they all have a deeper understanding of John's ideas than anyone there.
I was shouted down when I hinted about the parallels between the obsessions and aesthetics of Frank Watts, Alan Marker, Jerry Golden, Ernst Lubin and our own Mr Foxx.

Pretnetious indeed, but as has been argued before, that doesn't automatically define something as rubbish.

Spoke to RH tonight from his hotel room in Warwick.
Lost and Lonely. he's done some updates tho.
the pictures of John from Hurrah in 1979 are superb. One especially when he seems to have "drifted off too far" - a vision of detachment. Almost vacant.

Three more albums in the collection this week (I'm so bad when I get cash in my pocket)

Throbbing Gristle - Second Annual Report.
Typical. Impossible. Totally absorbing. Painful.
As irrelevant now as it was 30 years ago. Still out of place, and that's a serious achievement.
Tom Waits The Big Time
Clever. Silly. Heard it at Mark's last Thursday for the first time in years. Like Beefheart, a misunderstood genius. Mad as a fish
The BeatlesRevolver.
I know. But at only £3 I now have it on remastered CD.
Undoubtedly one of the best albums EVER written.
When Tomorrow Comes. Eleanor Rigby. And Your Bird Can SIng. How far ahead of 'your time' is it possible to be?

Two sides of the wall are now finished and it looks fantastic.
We've sent off our letter to thingy and are much less worried than a week or so ago.
Someone pointed out to us just today that, as the boundary just there is in fact the responsibility of our nieghbour, then it stands to reason that it should be on his land.
Which it isn't.
Not without permission anyway.
The greyness of areas...

How wide exactly is a boundary line between two properties?

I have so much other stuff going on.
Not forgetting of course that this is week 32 and the baby will be with us on August 18th. That's the date Trx has booked on the calendar. We still haven't agreed on a name.
Too much choice.
I am still perfectly happy with Dorothy Grace, at least until she threw 'Nora' into the pot on Sunday. I like this very much too.
And Minnie. And Betty. And Faith. Myrtle. Martha...

Here's a thing.
getting into bed Saturday night I remembered I have just finished reading the Numan biog. SO what to read. It is at these times that I usually reach for the Bible. Downstairs.
Instead I picked up Eddie Askew's book "A Silence and a Shouting".
In bed, this literally falls open at a piece inspired by St. Paul's letter to the Romans (12:1-10)

...but often conflict is not a question of absolutes but of perspectives, of learning to see things the way someone else sees them,and sitting where he sits. Inviting him to sit with you and accepting the fact that one another may have something valid to say.

Askew follows his monologues with a prayer, and I felt inspired to read this out in testimony Time during the Sunday Service:-

Conflict.
Fear.
Anger.
So often, Lord, so often.
It is only a small thing,
But it looks so large from where I see it,
And it frightens me
And I'm frightened by my reaction to it.
Lord yours is
A beautiful world
Full of beautiful people
Yet somehow this image gets distorted
Out of perspective
Problems get magnified, exaggerated
Suspicion replaces trust
Secrecy replaces openness
Jealous appears in place of appreciation
And anger where love should be

As I pray this for myself Lord,
I pray for other sinvolved in disputes
With family, friends or neighbours
Those who make decisions and try to make peace
Give them all understanding Lord of others' viewpoints
Not to make them unsure and indecisive
But so that decisons can be reached from understanding
From the ability to see the whole picture
And not just one detail in a magnifying lens
Give them the wisdom to concentrate on the essential
And above all Lord
Give us all loving kindness in our judgements

I have so much to learn.
Struck me though, that I should be shown this passage at this time.