Listen to Jonathan Richman.
Listen to Jonathan Richman.
Well, this certainly has had the punters talking. And more so than any SMOG post can achieve. A shame the actual band page is all but abandoned now. It used to be so dynamic and wonderful! Even if a post like this makes me feel a little ostracised on a personal level – I’d much rather this on the band page than nowt!
The stats speak for themselves. Over 2.5k likes – 700+ comments, 80 odd shares on the post, as of 6.50pm this evening.
If Jim came back and played some pun games as well, I’d be a happy bunny. If … he would talk to me. If I could get affirmation. Yeah, okay…I get that I can annoy the boots off him but I used to feel, if nothing else, a level of tolerance. I don’t even feel that any more.
ANYWAY. I SHALL STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT! THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS ACTUALLY BRINGING ME DOWN ABOUT THIS FUCKING SHIT IS ME. AND THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN TRULY FIX IT IS ME.
In other news….I still think he is the most beautiful creature ever to exist. Below, a piece of banner art in all of his resplendent, naked-from-the-waist-up glory!
Also in other news – red bean paste swirled in yoghurt is as delicious as I was anticipating. YES…the tin is ACTUAL, proper red bean paste! Praise be.
I have also booked tickets for the reopening of the Riverside Museum on Monday. Yes!
I wish more than anything I could paint him. I honestly, absolutely get lost in his beauty. To me, esp. when I am working on art and he is at the centre of it all and I am deep into my spell, mouthing the words under my breath in short intervals “he’s beautiful. He’s just so beautiful” – that’s when I wish most that I had a canvas to hand, could pick up my brushes and just…paint him – and do him justice. For lack of that, I try and do the next best thing. The thing I may just be able to fudge. Turn a little hazy, fuzzy little freeze frame of video into – a work of art.
HE is a work of art, to me. Jim Kerr – you are art and beauty personified. And I’m so sick of caring what you think of me. Whether you like me or not. It just doesn’t matter any more. I love you. I adore you. And it is how it will always be…until the end of days.
You are my sun, moon and stars. My beginning, middle and end. You are…he.
Scorpio is ruled by Pluto – the Roman god of the Underworld. So perhaps I feel some affinity to Persephone – the Greek goddess of the Underworld. I certainly understand Persephone’s fixation with Adonis. How could she not be? And, well…look what it says – to quell the feud between Aphrodite and Persephone over him, Zeus divides up Adonis’s time in thirds. One third of the year he spends with Persephone, one third with Aphrodite, and one third with whomever he chooses.
Who does he choose? Aphrodite! Poor Persephone. Well…she at least gets to be with him one third of the year.
I should be so lucky!
Only in my dreams.
Locked in my emotional prison.
Spot the correction below…
These are the things that need written words. These are the things I could not admit to or discuss by speaking them.
I’ve done two previous posts I have labelled “icon”. One highlighting a piece of art I did incorporating Sir, and the other, once trying to capture this moment.
I love the way the sunlight filters through the break in the curtains and shines upon the pic. And to think I told this man he isn’t a messiah! (Sorry, Jim! I was an evil cow for saying that 🙁 Love you ❤️)
Anyway…I couldn’t title the post “icon” AGAIN…hence the new title.
The first time I made an “icon” titled post, I was trying to capture the point that the sunlight through the break in the curtains reached the centre of the NME cover of Jim and lit up his face “icon style”. You can see from the previous post, I didn’t do that well. It never worked that well. But this morning, the sun was shining and I had my new phone to hand…and well…I took a few snaps and I like the contrast I caught between the first one (which failed in its objective) and the subsequent ones – playing with light levels on the phone’s camera settings. I’m sharing three of these as I like all three and couldn’t decide which one to post. (I posted one version on my FB timeline, another on the SMO visitor wall.)
I just find it a beautiful thing. Gonna have to hope I get a south-east facing bedroom in the new house to have any chance to replicate this. We’ll see…
Oh, just look at him! There are so many favourite images I have of this man!
When I move…then THIS will be the image of him I will try and paint.
It’s been a long while since I spoke like this, for want of not wanting to embarrass myself in front of potential prying eyes, but…
Sweet Jesus and the baby orphans! Jim Kerr you are one beautiful, beautiful man! I mean…I damn love you as a human being, a person. I adore you. But there is an aesthetic that just blows my fucking mind. Like…SERIOUSLY! I’m just….in awe.
I think it may well truly be an affliction. John Grant, when he talks of his song Where Dreams Go To Die, he talks of this thing of just…seeing the aesthetic beauty in someone and it kind of takes over. Like…well, he talks about it in relationship terms…skipping elements of the phases of a relationship when you are strongly infatuated with a person’s aesthetic and physical beauty. I mean…I get it. I really…really get what he means with that song.
It isn’t just for Jim back then…although I freely admit it is stronger for then…but it is still present for now. No wonder I’m rendered damn speechless! Lol.
Anyway…that’s enough embarrassment for one night! If I can even BEGIN to turn this into an actual painting once settled in a new place…well…I’ll be ecstatic. Oh, I will never, ever have the talent to do him justice. Ever.