sweet effay

I seem to have something approaching a workable Internet connection again now. Things have been so bad lately that I haven’t even been able to read Blogs, let alone post anything to my own. You know the sort of thing: half an hour to get connected and then it drops out after three minutes. Furthermore, whenever I’ve actually got a connection, my first priority has obviously been to nip over to Threshold House to see whether I can buy The Ape of Naples yet. Of course, Coil being Coil, the phrase ‘within the next week or so’ could mean anything. I remember them saying the same thing about Backwards, which never did show up (although it appears that bits of it are on The Ape in some form or other). Nevertheless, I’m still sad enough to check the site twice a day just in case.

In the absence of proper Net access, I’ve been watching television. God, its awful isn’t it? All except for David Attenborough’s Life in the Undergrowth: any programme which features a twenty centimetre centipede hanging off the roof of a cave and catching a bat in mid flight gets my vote. We’ve got it on tape so that we can play that segment over and over with a suitably demented soundtrack, thereby raising the spirit of William S. Burroughs in our own living room. If the old boy turns up, I’ll be sure to let y’all know what he says.

I’ve also been watching Corporate Ghost, a collection of Sonic Youth videos. I like Sonic Youth, but I’m rather disappointed with their videos. Well, some of them are okay, but I was expecting loads of leather clad Lydia Lunch and Jim Thirwell clones doing unmentionable things on camera, not sad geeky teenagers with greasy hair and lumberjack shirts dancing very badly. Perhaps Sonic Youth really did sell out when they signed to Geffen, but the thing is their albums got a lot better. Now I’m so confused I don’t know what to make of it all. I just hope that all those videos don’t come rushing back to me every time I stick Goo in the stereo.