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  • Young ladies / my Mercedes

    I think I wrote else­where on this blog that it was a crime, nay, offen­sive, that the Rock ’n’ Roll Hall of Fame doesn’t have space for the New York Dolls, per­haps…

  • As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent / you asked for the latest party

      For some rea­son the above lyric is float­ing around in my head repeat­ed­ly as I write this, and I can’t for the life of me work out why. What Bowie’s nihilis­tic…

  • As they Pulled Me Out of the Oxygen Tent

    This is real­ly a post with­out a home, a series of, to quote myself, unre­lat­ed thoughts about noth­ing in par­tic­u­lar. I’ve spent the past two days crawl­ing around unven­ti­lat­ed saw­dust and grime…