I Don’t Ken(sit) It!

I don’t usually share stuff like this on here. And I don’t usually pander to the more “celebrity gossip” side of the “fame game” but I found myself interested in what Patsy had to say.

I’ve always had time for Patsy. She gets a really hard time in the public glare and all the crap that comes her way. I could give unsavoury examples but I won’t. She seems the loveliest and most genuine person. Funny and warm.

But this one thing just fucks with my brain. I read this several years back and even then I was like “whaaaaaa?!” I thought, “Oh, she must mean ‘at that time’, surely?”

But she has reiterated it in this interview and no, there doesn’t seem to be any “at that time” reference. And she says “in my life”.

IN MY LIFE?! Can I just reiterate my own response now. YOU WERE WITH JIM KERR!!! How can having your hair brushed by David Bowie be THE MOST EROTIC THING that happened to you?! I mean…. COME ON!!

Jim poking his tongue out at me at Bristol is probably the most erotic experience I’ve had in 25 years!!! Just by comparison. I mean…heck! Let alone anything else! Holy crap! In my eternal damn dreams! But Patsy! YOU HAD HIM!!!!! Lol. OMG, woman! You’re killing me!

I mean…geez, don’t get me wrong. David is beautiful and I love him as an artist and as a person and I appreciate the aesthetic and yes, I’d have probably enjoyed getting my hair brushed by him also but if THEN, I GOT TO BE WITH JIM – that would just be….just….OMG…it does not EVEN compare!

Anyway, I am going to shut up now, but…Patsy…just…WHAT THE HELL?!

The Classic Pop Kitchen Sink!

The new edition of Classic Pop magazine, which I received today, is chock full of goodies this month – a dissection of electro-pop godfathers’ Kraftwerk’s seminal album, Autobahn…a main article on the Mandela 70th Bithrday concert – which has a second feature of Sir in amongst it (I will share these in separate posts)…a feature on John Foxx’s new Metamatic reissued boxset, amongst other things. Really worth the buy this month.

Here’s a little melting pot of things that caught my eye, for now…

Sir talks Don’t You (Forget About…my hair), there’s a rather scathing review of Eighth Wonder’s singular album release getting a red vinyl reissue, a review of Byran Ferry’s gig at the London Palladium (oh, don’t I wish I could turn back time by just  FRACTION so I could go!), and finally, new pin-up boys on the block in 1979, Tubeway Army…featureing the Kerr doppelgänger, Billy Currie (just in case I need to point him out, standing just behind Numan’s left shoulder).

Enjoy the mishmash for now…the rest will be posted shortly.