TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER: QUESTIONS IN A WORLD OF BLUE/ANSWERS IN A ROOM OF RED – TWIN PEAKS REVISITED (A ‘Your Fucked Up Childhood’ Special)

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“Oh God. I was just a boy.

I saw him in my dream.

He said he wanted to play.

He opened me and I invited him and he came inside me.”
~ Leland Palmer

The Sunday Song Poem #7 ‘Gretchen’s New Dish (original)’ Dick Kent

Dick+Kent+43Thus far we’ve taken an admittedly flippant dip into the wellspring of bilge, and while this offering will likely seem no different, no less askew, with no less of an ‘otherness’ about it, it occupies a special place in my heart. I like all the Song Poems I’ve posted so far, but something happened to me when I first heard this one…I loved it.

Joup Movie Review: ‘THE ZERO THEOREM’ Dir: Terry Gilliam

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On an empty Soho street, in the early afternoon of Tuesday, April 25th 2006, I suddenly spotted the oncoming Terry Gilliam, looking like a Sultan or Guru – sandal-clad feet propelling him delicately along in light, loose fitting, wackily patterned attire beneath the canopy of a bright yellow umbrella.

It wasn’t raining.

The Sunday Song Poem #6 Mel Moore ‘Speed’

speedSweet silver-somersaulting-CGI-Spiderman, it’s nearly 10pm and I haven’t even written the Sunday Song Poem yet! What ever will I do? Hang on a sec, let me just unwrap this glossy club flyer folded into an origami envelope and…WOOOO DAWGY!

Okay, what you just witnessed was a dramatic interpretation of an instance in which a person might be driven into the position of partaking of an illicit substance to make good on its supposed attributes and utilise them for their own gain. But when you take a drug, you gain nothing, the only outcome in this game is to lose. And it’s a game of death. And we all know how that game goes, just ask Bruce Lee. Oh that’s right, you can’t, HE’S DEAD, and he only took an aspirin…

The Sunday Song Poem #5 John Muir ‘The Moon Men’

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Sunday. Seven revolutions round the sun for our insignificant little orb. Circling our inevitable infernal-murderer. The Song Poem – Aural encapsulation of a delicate, all pervasive balancing act, evident throughout all God’s creation. Like so many things, it’s indicative of the eternal juxtaposition; Black and white. Sun and moon. Good and Evil. Cobra and Mongoose. While the Earth adheres to strict physical laws, Outer Space on the other hand, is a vastness more mysterious and chaotic the further away we get from our lowly point of origin. The known solar system is orchestrated precariously by forces unknown in a delicate cosmic ballet. Did you know that Pluto could one day abandon its erratic orbit and go hurtling off into space?

The Joup Friday Album – Seventh Edition – Metronomy ‘The English Riviera’

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As I said in my previous entry in this series, I feel a responsibility to my lineage to wax sycophantically about some of the underrated or overlooked gems my fellow countrymen have proffered for your aural delectation over the decades. Many a minstrel from this spinach green and soggy land, this sceptic isle, has fallen on deaf American ears over the years, and I for one can sympathise.

Your Fucked Up Childhood #2: ‘The Adventures of Mark Twain’ A.K.A ‘Comet Quest’

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So I’m watching the Oscars Sunday night… Nah, I’m not. For one, I live in England, so I’d have to stay up until midnight just to see what ridiculously price-tagged fabric some people who ‘play pretend’ for a living decided to adorn their gorgeous torso-with before dawdling on a red pile tongue. Secondly, no one starts winning anything significant until 2am GMT, then it’s about 4 before I get to see the people I think are moderately deserving of an anthropomorphic golden dildo get overlooked.

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