An Ode to The Japanese Marilyn Monroe by Stephen J. Golds

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An Ode to The Japanese Marilyn Monroe


When I first met you in that darkened bar, 

I thought you were 

a Japanese Marilyn Monroe.

Your lips mouthed sex, 

your eyes whispered laugher and 

your hair spoke dyed 

ash blonde electricity. 

Sex and beauty were always

your currencies and 

you almost bankrupted me.


Towards the end 

we were just two people 

slow dancing in the dark and 

stabbing each other 

to death

in a damp attic.

You killed me 

many times

but you always 

knew how to do that best.


A friend got to showing me 

your wedding photo the other night. 

And perhaps I caught your eyes 

for the final time in that darkened bar. 

But this time 

you were wearing the long ivory dress 

of a proud bride, 

not the short skirt and 

easy smile 

of an easy party girl. 


I saw the guy stood crookedly 

next to you in a cheap suit, 

who seemed a poor imitation of me. 

I wondered 

if that was deliberate 

on your part 

but I doubted it.

I looked at the woman 

in the photograph and

I still saw the Japanese Marilyn Monroe. 


I saw the woman 

who tossed the diamond necklace 

I’d bought her off 

a downtown Hanoi hotel balcony 

into the deep blue 

of a swimming pool below. 

Who kissed me softly 

on the face in a back alley clap clinic 

after a Friday lunch and 

after six shades of roses. 


I saw the woman 

who had sent me images of her

shallow self harms, and

who made all those suicide late night calls. 

I saw the woman 

who had made me breathless 

with any number of injuries that I’ve come to

avoid acknowledging like a war torn vet. 

You were my Okinawa,

my Viet Nam, my Iraq and my Somme.


I saw the woman 

who had laughed at the most 

unsociable of times, and 

the girl who’d gone to her knees 

in the most unlikely of locales. 

Who loved to fuck 

everywhere but between sheets. 

Who’d worn my shirts around the apartment 

and my sunglasses swaying in the park and 

who had lied about being on birth control. 


I always imagined 

seeing your wedding photograph 

would bring back 

a lot of the undead and unhealed,

but I just gulped at my warm beer and 

wondered if the guy stood haphazardly 

next to you knew exactly 

what he was getting himself into. 

Marilyn Monroe had been 

a very sad and a very sick woman after all.

Stephen J. Golds was born in the U.K, but has lived in Japan for most of his adult life. He enjoys spending time with his daughters, reading books, traveling, boxing and listening to old Soul LPs. Glamour Girl Gone, his debut novel, will be released by Close to The Bone Press  on January 29th, 2021.


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I haven’t been able to watch television for the past 4 years or so, which is exactly when I started writing pop songs…no coincidence.


It seems that TV stimulation somehow interferes with my ability to compose music.


But I used to watch TV – documentaries about the second world war, cooking shows and an occasional trending series.


I don’t miss it but I don’t rule out that I will feel like watching again.



When I became passionate about reading as a child, I began with horror and murder mystery novels.  As I entered my teens and twenties I tended towards more literature, poetic or philosophical books (Kerouac, Sartre, Shakespeare, Hume, Tolstoy, Hemingway), with an occasional novel from time to time.


Recently I read books as research and to learn.  This started with cookbooks and health and fitness books, followed by mathematical books and now music mixing and mastering how-to books.  Basically, I discover that I lack knowledge somewhere and I then research books that will help me reach the answers I am seeking.  So far this has always worked.


A small selection of my favourite novels: “Salem’s Lot”, Stephen King; “On The Road”, Jack Kerouac; “Trustee From the Toolroom”, Nevil Shute; and “Tagebuch einer Berghebamme”, Roswitha Gruber  (“Memoirs of a Mountain Midwife”).



The same goes for films as for TV – I can’t watch any.


But, I consumed films for years and years.  I loved looking for underground films but also thoroughly enjoyed popular Hollywood films.


My favourite film of all time is “It’s a Wonderful Life”, by Frank Capra, which I have loved since I was a child and makes me cry tears of happiness every time I watch it.  It is a great lesson to not put too much value on money.


A more recent film that had me very impressed is “Inception” by Christopher Nolan.


I enjoyed “Trois couleurs” by Krzysztof Kieslowski and the experimentation of “Memento”, by Christopher Nolan.  I have seen most movies by Joel and Ethan Coen and really enjoy them.



I love so much music – I listen to classical, jazz and pop/rock/alternative music on a regular basis.  I am a musician – a composer and a performer and more recently a recording non-expert and a mixing non-engineer.


Classically, my absolute favourite pieces of music are Beethoven’s late string quartets, especially Opus 131 in c# minor.


Jazz-wise…Coltrane and Mingus move me over and over.  “Olé” by John Coltrane is one of my favourites, as is “Mingus Live at the Bohemia” by Charles Mingus.


“The White Album” by The Beatles is such a wonderful collage that has pleased my ears on so many occasions that I almost cannot listen to it anymore and the chord world of The Doors is blissful.


“Blood Sugar Sex Magic” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers is an album I find brilliant, as is “The Beekeeper” by Tori Amos.  I cannot forget to mention “Check Your Head” by The Beastie Boys – another favourite album.



Put me anywhere in Holland and I am happy; Burgundy, France, San Francisco and San Diego, California; New York, NY.


Munich, Germany is my home base and it still feels a little like vacation here, even though I have been here 11 years.



I eat what I need, no more, no less.



I drink black coffee and Spanish white wine, with water in between.



Pawel Kuczynski whom I discovered on Instagram (@pawel_kuczynski1), MC Escher, Mondriaan, Picasso, Van Gogh, Vermeer, Rembrandt, Munch, Monet.  I love visual expression that moves me.  All of these artists do that.



“Expectation is the root of all heartache.”  William Shakespeare




Liz Davinci was born and raised in California and currently lives in Munich, Germany. Her energetic and dynamic songs, honest voice and soft lyrical touch culminate to achieve an intimacy in her music.


Her voice has been called “haunting and beautiful”.


Her first album, “Obstruction Destruction”, was released in 2017, followed closely by the release of an EP entitled “EEEEP”.


In 2018 Elizabeth released a series of singles followed by her most professionally produced and musically daring release yet, the EP “Contraband”, which was released in May of 2019.  She is currently working on a second album.


For Elizabeth, songwriting is a necessity, an expression and an attempt to evoke affinity in listeners.


Elizabeth Everts


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I love television but recently I seem to watch less and less of it.

When I was a kid, I obsessed over The Prisoner starring Patrick McGoohan. I thought it was the greatest tv series ever made. And I was right. I love old black and white tv – The Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, Edgar Lustgarden’s Scotland Yard, The Human Jungle – all that stuff that Channel 4 UK reshowed when it first started. 1970’s tv too – The Sweeney, The New Avengers, Tales of the Unexpected, Thriller, The Survivors. There was a lot of great tv then, the quality of the writing was loads better.

I watch tv documentaries a lot – Adam Curtis makes amazing documentaries for the BBC. His latest work ‘Hypernormalisation’ should be mandatory viewing for everyone. I remember being floored by Carl Sagan’s ‘Cosmos’ tv show when I was a kid. I bought it on DVD ages ago and must get around to watching it again. The UK used to make brilliant tv documentaries like ‘World in Action’ but they seem to have had their balls cut off. Shame.

Comedy on tv is essential but we seem to have peaked a long time ago. ‘The Young Ones’ is probably the greatest comedy programme of my generation.  It still cracks me up. Rik Mayall was an exceptionally funny man. British situation comedy is the cream – ‘Steptoe and Son’, ‘Dads Army’, ‘Reggie Perrin’, ‘Fawlty Towers’ and ‘Rising Damp’. All brilliant. My daughter has got me watching BBC’s ‘Horrible Histories’ series. It is the smartest and funniest thing I have seen on tv this century. It’s fucking amazing.


I was a prodigious reader as a kid. I would read anything I could get my hands on, including my mums shopping receipts from Hinton’s supermarket. As I entered my teens, I can still remember the thrill of obtaining a copy of the ultimate rite of passage book for kids of my generation, James Herbert’s ‘The Rats’ from the local library.  A truly amazing book. James Herbert was so underrated. Usually by the type of snob dickhead people who slag off Black Sabbath for being ‘crude and unmusical’. I still love to read but mainly non-fiction these days. I have always possessed a healthy interest in reading books about international terrorism and just finished am reading Mike Davis’s ‘Buda’s Wagon: A brief history of the car bomb’.  I am currently a few pages into ‘Shock and Awe’, Simon Reynolds history of ‘Glam Rock’. Reynolds can usually be relied upon to be a decent read.

Do I have favourite books? Yeah, they are the ones I have read repeatedly. This would probably include ‘War of the Worlds’ by HG Wells, ‘Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ‘72’ by Hunter S Thompson, ‘England’s Dreaming’ by Jon Savage, ‘The Autobiography of Malcolm X’ ‘Give the Anarchist a Cigarette’ by Mick Farren, ‘Random Precision: Recording the music of Syd Barrett’ by David Parker, ‘Hollywood Babylon’ by Kenneth Anger and ‘Despatches’ by Michael Herr. I should re-read all the Graham Greene books sometime – proper writer. I tried reading Sartre once. Never again. Especially as I quit smoking about 4 years ago.

I will write a book one day.


When I first moved to London in 1987, I was introduced to the wonderful world of arthouse/exploitation cinema through regular visits to the Scala Cinema in Kings Cross. The place was amazing you could smoke in the cinema and buy cans of cider from the foyer. Saw loads of great films there – Herschel Gordon Lewis, Russ Meyer, Herzog, John Cassavettes. I went to the UK premiere of ‘Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer’ there which is one fucked up film. The Scala was basically shut down by The Man at the end of the 1980’s for putting on great films and letting people get loaded watching them. The Man has a problem with people having too much fun.

I love documentary film and whole-heartedly recommend the documentaries of Frederick Wiseman who is the Godfather of American documentary film making. Start with ‘Titicut Follies’ and take it from there. Also have to recommend ‘Hearts and Minds’ the amazing Peter Davis documentary about Vietnam and no documentary collection can ever be truly complete without a place for Julian Temple’s staggeringly brilliant film about the Pistols, “The Filth and the Fury”.

Any list of my favourite films would have to include ‘Get Carter’, ‘Head’, ‘Five Easy Pieces’, ‘The Parallax View’, ‘The Killers’, ‘Death Line’, ‘Frenzy’, ‘The Offence’, ‘Performance’, ‘The Swimmer’, ‘I Am A Fugitive from a Chain Gang’, ‘Psychomania’, ‘The Apartment’, ‘The Friends of Eddie Coyle’, ’10 Rillington Place’, ‘Peeping Tom’, ‘Withnail’, ‘Lebowski’, ‘Bad Day at Black Rock’, ‘Dig!’. No big surprises. I wish there could be a proper release for ‘MC5: A True Testimonial’ as I think it’s the greatest film about a band ever made.


Music is the pivot on which my whole life has been balanced, the radio or the stereo were pretty much always on in our house when I was growing up. My dad is a big rock n roll fan and pretty much point-blank refuses to listen to anything other than ‘classic’ rock n roll. He hates The Beatles and The Stones. I think he would rather listen to The Pistols or Napalm Death than either of them. He has pretty much loathed every record I have ever made (not that many really but enough for him to give a consistent view), which I totally respect him for.

My own musical tastes are wide and driven by a fear of boredom and a thirst for a thrill. I spent my early years teaching myself guitar in my bedroom in the early-mid 1980’s, wanting to be Jimi Hendrix or Marc Bolan or Brian Jones or Arthur Lee or Syd Barrett or Jimmy Page or Mick Ronson. I love guitar players. Hank Marvin is hugely underrated, his tone and technique are pretty flawless. Grant Green’s ‘Idle Moments’ is a masterclass in how to play jazz guitar. I have always played by ear. It’s a far better to learn the instrument yourself rather than submit to formal training or tutorage. Do it yourself.

I’m always on the lookout for new music and spend far too much money buying it. Bandcamp is great for mooching around and so democratic, I stumble on loads of stuff there – mainly psychedelic and electronica stuff. Currently I am listening to a great Japanese band called Kikagaku Moyo and always check out new releases on labels like Ghost Box, Castles in Space, Cardinal Fuzz, Gurugurubrain and Polytechnic Youth. I got a bit obsessed with Leyland Kirby’s ‘The Caretaker’ project recently. He’s spent the past few years putting out a series of records that imagine someone’s slow descent into dementia or Alzheimer’s. It’s unbearably beautiful, poignant and exhausting. It’s the musical equivalent of watching a film like ‘The Shining’ on an old television set that is slowly going out of tune. My latest favourite find is called ‘Jobcentre Rejects’; it’s a compilation of rare 45’s from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal. It’s a total joy.

I have thousands of records and CDs in the house. Picking some of the best would be a ridiculously futile exercise. All I would say is every home should have a copy of ‘The Feeding of the 5,000’ by Crass, ‘Don’t You Cry, Beautiful Edith’ by Rahsaan Roland Kirk and ‘The Visit’ by Bob Smith.

My own 3-piece band, The Engine Room, will hopefully be putting out some music this year. We have hours of stuff mixed and ready to go. All the band members were in my first proper band called GOD which is the closest I would ever come to having music as a ‘job’. I call our music ‘intuitive psychedelia’ – mainly because it’s all one-take improvisations and we rely on our chops and deep love for each other to make stuff that I think is worthy of others to hear. I did ‘proper rehearsals’ for 30 years on and off with various bands. Where’s the fun in that? You can check out some of our mixes on Facebook: .


Travel for pleasure is something I wish I could do more of but I make the most of the chances I get. Some places are just great to hang out with friends and drink in – Barcelona, Gothenburg, Sydney, Seattle, Vancouver, San Francisco, Los Angeles and New York City are all great places to get ruined in and soak up the ambience. The Vesuvio Cafe in San Francisco is probably the best bar I’ve spent time in – beautiful place. Kerouac used to drink there, the beer is awesome (‘Anchor Steam’) and the City Lights bookstore is a stone’s throw away. You just can’t get better than that, can you? I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the amazing Lisa Fancher, owner of Frontier Records in the US, for helping me have a far more entertaining life than I ever could have dared to imagine. Her knowledge of great places to drink is probably unrivalled. Thanks Lisa!


Cooking is therapy, eating is pleasure. I really enjoy dining on food that I can’t cook properly like curry and take great comfort in making a decent fist of a Sunday Roast, family heritage ham shank/leek/swede/carrot soup with suet dumplings or even panacalty. I eat too much meat and not enough fibre. The best meals I ever had were at the long-gone Yak and Yeti on South Ealing Road in London. Curry houses are still my dining out experience of choice; with water not beer and definitely not wine. It’s vulgar to drink beer with your curry. And disrespectful to the chef.


I used to drink far too much. I tend not to now. I was probably killing myself. I almost died because of it in New York City about 15 years ago – bad head injury could have been loads worse. Some of my friends haven’t been so fortunate and kept the hammer down all the way to Valhalla. Que sera.  I do love drinking heavily though, every now and then, but it rarely involves spirits. Irish Stout, English Ale or decent European Lager – that’s me. These new micro-brews with daft names that have sprouted up all over the shop in recent years are uniformly unimpressive and unimaginative ‘Trustafarian’ funded nonsense. Most of them taste like piss and give you bad guts.

London used to be great for pubs but now too many of them serve food to all hours, stinking the place out with beef fat and too many let kids in. They are all like Aberdeen Steak Houses now or Berni Inns. Gastropubs they call them. Shocking I call them. A few decent pubs survive like Bradleys Spanish Bar on Hanway Street, The Ship on Wardour Street, The Dove at Hammersmith, MacGlynn’s in Kings Cross, The Old Kings Head in London Bridge and The Lamb in Russell Square. I miss going on pub crawls.

I drink loads of tea. Ringtons Tea Bags are part of my survival kit. Life without them would be a lot shitter than it is.


I love painters but feel utterly unqualified to talk about it. I mean I can tell you that I love Goya, Turner, Magritte, Bacon, Hopper, Chris Ofili, Bridget Riley and a load of others but I can’t intellectualise why. And I can’t draw. It’s probably why I identify more with Tony Hancock in ‘The Rebel’ than Kirk Douglas in ‘Lust for Life’. I collect artwork by illustrator Frances Castle. Her stuff is great. She has a record label called Clay Pipe Music; you should check it out.

I also have a lot of prints by Northumberland artist, Rebecca Vincent. I met her once at her studios near Newcastle upon Tyne. I explained why I liked her art so much (she does landscape monoprints and etchings) and how it related psychologically to so many things from my childhood in the 1970’s. She looked at me like I was insane.

The artwork of Marvel Comics in the 1960’s and 1970’s by Stan Lee, Steve Ditko and others blew my mind as a kid. It still does now. All the Marvel films are shit by comparison. I wish they hadn’t bothered. Really.


I believe that if you can do a bit of good for others you should get on and do it.

BIO: Shaun Carlyle Rogan was born in Hartlepool in January 1969. He taught himself guitar before he left home for London in 1987 where has lived ever since. In a stop-start and resolutely uncommercial musical ‘career’ he co-founded the industrial noise innovators GOD and currently leads the improvised psychedelic hauntology trio, The Engine Room. Their debut release should be surfacing later in 2019. He is a former associate of the author known as Paul D. Brazill.


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The Survivors (1975)

Bewitched (‘Humans: they all look the same to me, noses to the grindstone shoulders to the wheel, feet planted firmly on the ground, no wonder they can’t fly! It’s fine for them but not for us. We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound that has no boundaries through which we can’t pass. We are found in music, in a flash of colour, we live in the wind and in a sparkle of star…’).

Omnibus: Cracked Actor (1975)

Just Another Saturday Night  (1975) and Just a Boys’ Game (1979) (Both written by Peter McDougall –  I could’ve taken ye any time)

Scum (Made in 1977, banned until 1991)

The Naked Civil Servant (1975)

Singing Detective (1986)

Kojak (We’ll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house)

Curb Your Enthusiasm (My kinda guy)

Mad Men

Twilight Zone

The Wire

Made in Britain (1983)

The Firm (1989)


True Detective (Season 1)

Doctor Who (circa 1967/8)

Children of the Stones (1977)



Close to the Knives – David Wojnarowicz (Hardly able to observe the breakage of everything, the wear and tear)

American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis (The eternal, facetious broiling of the damned)

Basketball Diaries – Jim Carroll (All the regrets of this city)

Our Lady of the Flowers – Jean Genet (Lice-ridden awakenings)

The Rosy Crucifixion (Sexus, Plexus, Nexus) – Henry Miller (‘All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.’)

Meetings with Remarkable Men – GI Gurdjieff

The Gormenghast Trilogy –  Mervyn Peake

Story of O – Pauline Réage

The Haunting of Tony Jugg – Dennis Wheatley

The Illuminatus Trilogy – Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea (Fun and kicks: drugs, the occult, sex, and conspiracy theory. ‘A fairy story for paranoiacs.’)

1984 – George Orwell

Ulysses – James Joyce (Deep into the collective unconscious)

Brighton Rock – Graham Green

Lord of the Flies ­– William Golding

The Day of the Triffids – John Wyndham (Dystopia, my love)

Only Lovers Left Alive – Dave Wallis (Same)

Crash – JG Ballard

The Creative Tarot – Jessa Crispin



Ciao! Manhattan! (1972) (Speed is frozen)

The Uninvited (1944) (Haunted my dreams as a young kid)

Scorpio Rising (1964) (The capacity of desire to surprise)

Blade Runner (1982)

Withnail and I (1987) (A film that Brigandage singer Michelle and I saw at the Hampstead Classic and empathised with tremendously — we would argue about which of us was Withnail and which was I )

Warriors (1979)

Enter the Dragon (1973) (You’ll never take the Oak Road)

The Big Sleep (1946)

Performance (1970)

Blow Up (1966)  (There’s a great Modernism/Post-Modernism analysis of this on Youtube)

That’ll be the Day (1973)/Stardust (1974) (Dave Essex: bad muthafucka)

Network (1976) (You’re television incarnate, Diana: Indifferent to suffering; insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality. War, murder, death are all the same to you as bottles of beer. And the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy)

Slacker (1991)

Babylon (1980)

Ashes and Diamonds (1948) (Starring Zbigniew Cybulski, the Polish James Dean – died similarly young, by falling under a train. I come from a Polish background)

Up the Junction (1968)

Harder They Come (1972)

Wild Style (1983)

Night and the City (1950)

American Graffiti (1973) (When I saw this I wished only for: pedal to the metal)

Asphalt Jungle (1950)

Radio On (1979)

Drowning by Numbers (1988)

Night of the Hunter (1955)

Taxi Driver (1976) (I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention).

Wings of Desire (1987)



Wandering Star – Lee Marvin (I’ve never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back)

I Feel Love – Donna Summer (The real best single of 1977)

High Tide Green Grass LP – Rolling Stones (Insouciance in the UK)

Rock Creek Park – The Blackbyrds

All I Want is You and Street Life – Roxy Music (I don’t care what’s new)

Time Has Come Today – Chambers Brothers

Beat Generation/Blank Generation – Bob McFadden/Richard Hell

Primitive – The Groupies (I’m proud of my life/But don’t ask me why)

Yum Yum and Wicky Wacky – Fatback Band (And live at the California Ballroom, Dunstable, 1975.)

Tell Your Sister I’ll Throw Bricks with Her – Max (Live at the Clarendon mid-80s, and on private cassette tape) (I wrote an interview with Kevin Mooney – it’s on the internet somewhere. Explains everything)

Green Eyed Kid – The Shrew Kings (I was later in the band Woman with the singer of this bunch of bohos – Jef, who was also the original front man with King Kurt)

Metal Guru – T Rex (If I did another band I’d call it Metal Guru, probs)

City of the Dead – Clash (Backstage in the town of the dead, JS taught me the chords to White Riot on his guitar. I forgot them straight away).

Do I Love You (Indeed I Do) – Frank Wilson

Mr Magic (Private cassette of early 80s New York WBLS-FM radio shows)

Me and Baby Brother – War

Step Right Up – Tom Waits (Christ, you don’t know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy)

Two Sevens Clash –  Culture

Golden Years – David Bowie (I spent part of a maths lesson in 1975 memorising the lyrics to this song. I failed the maths O’Level, but passed the far more important exam in coolness. J. )

Season of the Witch – Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger & Trinity (Beatniks are out to make it rich)

Sing Sing Sing – Benny Goodman (RE swing scene 1975/6 – just before punk)

Please Give Me Something – Bill Allen (Just a little bit of something)

King Tubbys Meets Rockers Uptown – Augustus Pablo

Barabajagal – Donovan (Better than Dylan any day)

What Becomes of the Broken Hearted – Jimmy Ruffin (The roller-skating rink in Dunstable only had a handful of records. Part of my teenagerhood was spent going round and round on wheels, holding hands with some girl or other, if I was lucky, to this soundtrack.)

21 Gun Salute – The Gamblers (Bought in 1977 at the best record shop in the world #1 FL Moore, High Street North, Dunstable. I’m impressed in hindsight that a small shop in nowheresville had a selection of Jamaican import 45s every week)

Police and Thieves – Junior Murvin

Judy Teen – Cockney Rebel (The exquisitely bottomless metaphysical definitions of freedom, you understand)

Out of My Mind – The Chantelles (I bought this, with handwritten white label, from the Lost Record Shop, Luton, in the 70s, thinking it was the reggae group. That would have been good. But this was better. Record buying as metaphor)

Hallelujah – The New Creations (Bought in 1979 at the best record shop in the world #2, Honky Tonk, Kentish Town Road, London).

The Fantels – Hooligan (Bought at the best record shop in the world #3 Daddy Kool, Hanway Street, London)

IRT – Snatch (JN rocks)

The Groove Line – Heatwave (And live at the California Ballroom, 1978)

Rock On – David Essex (Dub)

One Nation Under a Groove – Funkadelic (‘Our’ song once)

A Touch of Velvet – A Sting of Brass – The Mood Mosaic (KTF)

Mystery Train – Elvis Presley (Fresh possibility)


Mexico (1985), Warszawa (1968 and 2000s), Krakow (1968), Crete (2000), Berlin (1896), New York (1989) , LA (1985), Barcelona (1967 and 2000s), Hastings (80s and 2000s), Wales (2000s), the Peak District (2000s), Whitstable (2018), Cyprus (2017).

FOOD – Vegan.

DRINK – Flat white with soya, green tea, strong English breakfast tea, Dr Stuart’s Valerian Plus, ginger and lemon tea, sparkling spring water, the fountain of eternal youth.


Bless: Iyengar yoga, Kennedy fixed gear bike, sauna, spa, hot bath always, Bryan Ferry’s mullet quiff, Johnny Thunders’ NYDs thatch, LTFC, FCB, .4 nib pens, Gibson Explorer guitar, holidays in the sun, original 1970s clothing, Ashridge Forest, South Downs, most beaches, most mountains, the ocean, Marsworth Reservoirs, Grand Union canal, Brockley Jack Theatre, Deptford Cinema, Crofton Park library, Aquarian tarot deck, Thoth tarot deck, tortoiseshell frames, Mixcloud while working (mostly dub and rockabilly mixes), peroxide, Flipside Radio, Cold Lips magazine, Foggy Plasma magazine, truth not facts, entertaining lies, the endless road, the application of the real, my diary, wandering around waiting to be touched, peeps into the extraordinary, miracles, epiphanic moments. Imagination.



Forthcoming: the novella Dark Entries, Cold Lips Press (2019).

Punk is Dead: Modernity Killed Every Night (Zer0 Books, October 2017).

Contributor to Ripped, Torn and Cut – Pop, Politics and Punks Fanzines From 1976 (Manchester University Press, 2018) and Growing Up With Punk (Nice Time, 2018).

Contributor (fiction) to the anthologies  The Edgier Waters (Snowbooks, 2006) and Affinity (67 Press, 2015).

Pushcart Prize nominee 2016.


The Guardian, the BBC, the Daily Telegraph, NME (pen name Richard North), ZigZag, The Big Issue, Time Out, etc etc.


Several plays performed at various theatres in London and nationwide, including the Arts Theatre, Covent Garden, London.

Published the fanzine Kick (1979-82), and played bass for the punk band Brigandage (LP Pretty Funny Thing – Gung Ho Records, 1986).

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@richardcabut (Twitter)

Photo: Millie Radakovic.

Richard Cabot


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TELEVISION I have always watched a lot of television. Currently finishing off Game of Thrones, which isn’t quite as compelling as it was when it started but it is still pretty good. I do try and keep up with genre shows because of the website and have watched a few episodes of DC Universe’s Doom Patrol, which is quirky and intriguing. I like a lot of crime shows and my favourite TV show of all time is still HBO’s The Sopranos. I am looking forward to seeing the fourth season of Italian gangster show Gomorrah at some point soon.

BOOKS I do read a lot of fiction and I am finishing off the Folio edition of Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes. I probably read around a dozen novels a year. I like authors like George Pelacanos, Lee Child, Ian Rankin, Elmore Leonard and Mark Billingham. Last year, I reread all of TH White’s Once And Future King. I read a little bit of factual material but I do find it harder to finish though. I read a lot of graphic novels mainly for Tripwire and the last extensive run I read was the entire Hellboy Library from Dark Horse for review. When I was a kid I read Brighton Rock by Graham Greene and that did leave quite a mark on me. Over the years I have read Norman Mailer, Peter Ackroyd, Stephen King and Brian Aldiss.

FILMS I have always loved film particularly the work of the Coen Brothers. If I had to pick my favourite films of all time, that list would include Goodfellas, Godfather Part One and Part Two, Lawrence Of Arabia, Kind Hearts and Coronets, The Third Man and The Great Escape. I also like some of Christopher Nolan’s output especially The Prestige and Memento.

MUSIC I admit that in terms of music I haven’t been impressed with anything new in quite a while. Favourite bands include The Pogues, Nirvana, Manic Street Preachers, Suede, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin.

TRAVEL I do like to travel as I take photos and so I enjoy trying to capture the flavour of that place. I often end up travelling to comic shows for Tripwire so sadly sometimes it is the same place every year but I would like to visit some more unusual places over the next few years.

FOOD I am a vegetarian but I do still try and enjoy my food. Favourite things are a well-made pizza and decent Thai food and I do like a lot of different cheeses. It has gotten easier to follow this diet over the past few years.

DRINK I like a decent bottle of red wine like a Bordeaux and I do like some ales as well as being partial to an occasional stout from time to time.

ART I like some of the Pre Raphaelite painters like Burne Jones and Rossetti. I also admire the work of painters like Singer Sargent and Whistler. I like illustrators too like movie poster masters Robert McGinnis and Bob Peak. I also enjoy looking at the work of illustrator turned painter Phil Hale too. I am also a fan of San Francisco-based painter Jeremy Mann, who creates these amazing, impressionistic cityscapes.

I do dabble in photography so I like the best practitioners of that art like Don McCullin, Steve McCurry, Andre Kertesz and Michael Kenna.

BIO: Joel Meadows is a journalist and writer with over three decades of experience on newspapers, magazines and books. His CV includes some of the most renowned publications in the world including Time Magazine, The Times, The Sunday Times, The Telegraph, Financial Times, The Guardian, Guinness World Records and The Observer.

He has also written extensively about comics, film, TV and culture for publications like Playboy, Time Magazine, Esquire, Variety, Empire, Big Issue In The North, Comic Scene and Comic Heroes. He has also written for IDW’s prestigious Full Bleed magazine, interviewing photography legend Don McCullin and acclaimed painter Jeremy Mann.

He is also editor-in-chief of Tripwire, a pre-eminent publication that covers comics, film, TV and related subjects, which existed as a print magazine from 1992 to 2013 and a website since 2015, His photography has appeared in places like Financial Times, Playboy Japan, Big Issue In The North, Comic Heroes, SFX, Full Bleed and Amateur Photographer. He is also the author of Studio Space, a book on comic artists and their workspaces which was published by Image Comics back in 2008.

Masters Of ComicsHe is also the author of a forthcoming book which also takes a look at the world’s best comic artists and illustrators like Posy Simmonds, Walter Simonson, Mike Kaluta, Frank Quitely, Laurence Campbell, Sean Phillips, Frank Cho, Tim Sale and many more and offers in-depth photos of their studios and talks to them about their way of working. Masters of Comics will be published in a lavish paperback by Insight Editions in June 2019. 

He is also one of the producers of the Portsmouth International Comic Con and has worked on two of these so far.



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Dark Entries – Robert Aickman. In 1968 I got this collection of short stories out of Croydon Library straight after seeing The Bells of Hell – an adaptation of Aickman’s Ringing the Changes in the Late Night Horror anthology series; needless to say the BBC has since wiped the tape.

A Harlot High and Low – Honoré de Balzac. A sequel to the more celebrated Lost Illusions, but I read this one first; I love the character of Vautrin, a criminal mastermind who ends up as Paris’s Chief of Police.

Ubik – Philip K. Dick. I dig the advertising slogans, and the slow drip-feed of hints that All Is Not As It Seems (it rarely is in a Dick novel).

The Enigma of Amigara Fault – Junji Ito. Ito is a genius and his horror mangas WILL give you nightmares. This one is particularly creepy and disturbing.

Le position du tireur couché – Jean-Patrick Manchette. After I moved to France and was training myself to read more French, a friend introduced me to the left-wing “polars” (crime stories) of Manchette; not just terrific reads, but the hard-boiled language is relatively simple. This was filmed, very badly, as The Gunman (2015), starring Sean Penn. A 1982 French adaptation, Le choc, is only marginally better, but at least in that version you get Alain Delon to look at.

Les liaisons dangereuses – Choderlos de Laclos. La Marquise de Merteuil, c’est moi. Remembrance of Things Past – Marcel Proust. Glad I read this in my early twenties; I’d never find the time now. Much funnier than you’d expect (I read the Scott-Moncrieff translation) and the author ties it all up at the end with the Mother of all Literary Pay-offs. Everything you ever needed to know about life, love, art, memory and the passage of time; it really did change my life.

Froth on the Daydream – Boris Vian. Vian is one of my heroes (as well as a novelist he was also a surrealist, poet, translator, literary prankster and provocateur, songwriter and jazz trumpeter), and this is his best-known book, full of wordplay and creative whimsy that ends up leading you into some very dark places.


Le chanteur – Daniel Balavoine (“Je me prostituerai/Pour la postérité” – vicious demolition of your average pop star career)

Bluebeard’s Castle – Bela Bartok (the ultimate musical dispatch from the eternal war between men and women; music to make your hair stand on end, plus some of the best brass ever)

Independence Day – The Comsat Angels (“I can’t relax cos I haven’t done a thing/And I can’t do a thing cos I can’t relax” – story of my life)

Imperial Bedroom – Elvis Costello

Bitches Brew – Miles Davis (I often play his Electric Period albums while writing because it’s extremely effective at neutralising unwanted outside noise, building work etc) Histoire de Melody Nelson – Serge Gainsbourg

Vec Makropulos – Leos Janacek (the downside of living for 300 years, plus lots of brass. I do like classical brass.)

Doctor on the Go – Lee Perry (from an album called Revolution Dub, purchased from Brixton Market with my dole money in the mid-1970s, before I even knew who Lerry Perry is; I love the piano backing, and the samples from TV’s Doctor at Large – Robin Nedwell’s laugh!)

The Royal Scam – Steely Dan (I love all their other albums too; they never get old)


The Avengers (1965-1968) The Emma Peel years.

Better Call Saul: I much prefer this to Breaking Bad.

Bilko: fastest, funniest, most cynical sitcom ever.

Desperate Romantics: The Pre-Raphaelites as preposterous soap opera.

Futurama: clever, funny, subversive, but can also make me cry.

G.B.H.: British TV drama at its best.

Star Trek: The Next Generation

The Wire: the first three seasons, with Stringer Bell.

FILMS (This is not to say I don’t love Vertigo, The Seven Samurai et al, but I tried to pick films that don’t usually feature in everyone’s all-time Top Ten Lists)

Green for Danger (1946) Alastair Sim – “When I took my departure that evening, it was not with the feeling that this had been one of my more successful investigations.”

Night of the Demon (1957) “I must protect myself. Because if it’s not someone else’s life, it’ll be mine. Do you understand, mother? It’ll be mine.”

The Rebel (1961) “Blimey, who’s gone raving made here then?” Best film about modern art ever.

Le deuxième souffle (1966) Lino Ventura, hard-boiled French gangsters in mackintoshes; cool nightclubs full of dancing girls; criminal codes of honour. I’m particularly fond of the mysterious Orloff, a peripheral character whose story I would like to write some day.

The Charge of the Light Brigade (1968) “Attack what? Attack where?” The yawning chasm between Britain’s preposterously elevated idea of itself and how it actually is: class-ridden, mired in delusions of Empire, hamstrung by nepotism and petty squabbling. There’s even some Fake News in there. Tony Richardson’s best film, still criminally undervalued, with a brilliant ensemble cast drawn from a Who’s Who of Great British Acting.

The Conformist (1970) Jean-Louis Trintignant is so insecure about his manhood that he becomes a hitman for the Fascists. One of the most handsomely photographed and designed films ever made; Bernardo Bertolucci’s best; and a big influence on the Hollywood movie brats of the 1970s.

Daughters of Darkness (1971) Delphine Seyrig as the world’s most soignée vampire, preying on a honeymoon couple in off-season Ostend.

The Fate of Lee Khan (1973) Hong Kong/Taiwanese martial arts period thriller with six great action roles for women. Directed by the great King Hu. One of the most nail-bitingly tense films I’ve ever seen.

The Fury (1978) Psycho kids who can make people bleed from all orifices; John Cassavetes in evil mode. Possibly Brian De Palma’s most bonkers film, full of weirdly mismatched performances, odd comedy, and a contender for most delirious ending ever.

After Life (1998) Dead people have to select a memory to take with them into eternity in Hirokazu Koreeda’s low-key but lovely, humane, deeply affecting and thought-provoking inquiry into the meaning of life.


Notting Hill, Soho & Tokyo in the 1970s, Westbourne Park & New York City in the 1980s, Holborn & King’s Cross in the 1990s, Paris in the 2000s, The Low Countries in the 2010s


Belgian beer, Belgian chocolate, Belgian frites, Roquefort, Pecorino & Ossau-Iraty cheese, small film festivals, cats, skulls, lipstick, handbags, travelling by train, canals.

Bio: ANNE BILLSON is a film critic, novelist, photographer, style icon, wicked spinster, evil feminist, and international cat-sitter who has lived in London, Tokyo, Paris and Croydon, and now lives in Brussels. Her books include THE HALF MAN, SUCKER, STIFF LIPS, THE EX and THE COMING THING as well as several works of non-fiction, including BILLSON FILM DATABASE, BREAST MAN: A CONVERSATION WITH RUSS MEYER, and monographs on the films THE THING and LET THE RIGHT ONE IN.

A Drink with Shane MacGowan

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‘A Drink with Shane MacGowan was a new form of chat show hosted by the notorious Pogues frontman, and commissioned in the 1990s by Channel 4 arts supremo Waldemar Januszczak. However, they never broadcast this anarchic debut featuring live music, lively discussion between actors, writers, and musicians, pizza, and a fair few drinks…

Featuring in this episode: Johnny Depp, Traci Lords, Joe Gores, Chris Penn, Sy Richardson, Del Zamora, and music from Los Lobos, Jimmy Witherspoon, and Homewreckers.’


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I love Jeremy Brett as Sherlock as well having a soft spot for Richard Griffiths in Pie in the Sky. Growing up it was Not the Nine O’Clock News and Tiswas and Murphys Mob.

I have a realistic recollection of The Tube – most of it was pants with the occasional flash of fantastic-ness very much the same as The Whistle Test, Rock Goes to College, The Word etc.


I have a predilection towards detective and noir in general since reading the “Alfred Hitchcock’s Three Investigators” series by Robert Arthur Jr as a 10 year old kid from the north east of England attending an American school in Togo, West Africa. I read Block, Hiaasen, Doyle and Chandler.

I do enjoy Poe, Jules Verne and HP Lovecraft and I could bang on about Jean Paul Sartre however as with music I am a big fan of escapism and irrelevance.  I read a lot of Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett.

Music writing is a bit hit and miss however, Julian Copes’ book Head On is excellent as is a book called Our Band Could be Your Life by Michael Azerrad. Lester Bangs writes about the best bands but mainly about himself sadly.


Withnail and I, Big Lebowski, Mullholland Drive, The Black Dahlia, Grosse Point Blank, Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush, Return of the Living Dead.


My first musical memory is Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep by Middle of the road and it still echoes today. After that my main memory as a child was Blondie and the specials!

I was brought up musically by some excellent people – mainly whilst loitering / helping out in my local second hand record emporium “The Other Record Shop”.

There is a fantastic Mini LP by The Unholy Trinity called “Rise to the occasion” made by half of the Sid Presley Experience (the other half formed The Godfathers) which I stumbled across aged 15 and still listen to today.

At school during the 80’s I found The Cramps, Rain Parade, Husker Du, Minutemen, Sonic Youth, Minor Threat, Robyn Hitchcock, The Jesus and Mary Chain, American Music Club, Thin White Rope, Loop and Spacemen 3 which I still listen to today and as fantastic as Bob Mould is I urge people to check out Grant Hart’s solo and Nova Mob stuff!

I love the “classics” the Velvets, Stooges, Can, Hawkwind, Dolls, Creedance, Elevators, Television, Clash, Wire, Yardbirds, Buzzcocks, Pop Group, Throbbing Gristle , Traffic

I managed to talk my way backstage aged 15 to interview Primal Scream and Pop Will Eat Itself for a fanzine I’d made up on the spot….

Thee Strawberry Mynde was born from a desire to try and get people into Billy Childish, Graham Day, The Fuzztones, Sonics, Elevators and the bands from the Pebbles Comps.

We have some world beaters in our area at the moment check out – Onlooker, Heel Turn, King Mojo, Fret, Mouses, Sleaze Queens, Milk Lizards, MT. Misery, GG Allen Partridge, Shakin Nightmares to name just a few

TRAVEL: Broadens the mind, lightens the wallet do it as often as you can!

FOOD: I have an intolerance to garlic!

DRINK: Love a good Single Malt, Rum or an ale.

ART: Big fan of Narbi Price and Slutmouth – Check them out great North East Based Talent.

OTHER: If you have friends who write, draw, paint, sculpt, strum, blow, sing, bang or drone give them a like and share their posts – it helps more than you can imagine x.

BIO:  Founder and main songwriter for Thee Strawberry Mynde a garage punk band from the North East of England – check out our Bandcamp page for releases – Many. many side projects on the go once I get round to them …


Portrait Of The Artist As A Consumer: Jaka Tomc

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I love reading almost as much as I love writing. I rarely read a book in one sitting, because I like pauses between chapters. Sometimes they last a cigarette, sometimes a week. I like reading books that haven’t been read by many people. I feel special when I do it.

There are some books that deserve to be mentioned. Maybe you’ll like them as well, maybe you won’t like them at all, but that’s life. Here they are in no particular order …

Childhood’s End – Arthur C. Clarke

Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger

On Writing – Stephen King

The Test – Sylvain Neuvel

Sea of Rust – C. Robert Cargill

How to Stop Time – Matt Haig

American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis

The Murderbot Diaries (series) – Martha Wells

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams

The Ocean at the End of the Lane – Neil Gaiman

Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck

Replay – Ken Grimwood

A Dirty Job – Christopher Moore


Movies are fun! Usually they take less brain power, compared to reading a book. That being said, I’m still waiting for a movie that would surpass its written predecessor.

There are a lot of great movies out there. Here are some that touched me the most …



Garden State

Pulp Fiction

Love Actually

Life of Brian

Fight Club

No Country for Old Men

Cidade de Deus

American History X

Full Metal Jacket

Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Amores Perros

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Mulholland Drive


In the last years music is my loyal companion when it comes to writing. I tried writing in silence, writing in pubs and other crowded places, but nothing compares to writing while listening to music.

Here are some of my favorite tunes that get my brain cells going and my imagination flowing …  

Drum and Bass mixes (no lyrics, just beat that puts me in a special writing mood)

System of a Down – Toxicity

Interstellar OST

Amelie OST

Kurt Vile – Pretty Pimpin

The Smashing Pumpkins – Bullet with Butterfly Wings

Big Black Delta – Hugging and Kissing

The National – About Today

Daft Punk – Instant Crush

Hozier – Movement

Kid Cudi – Pursuit of Happiness

Angus & Julia Stone – Chateau


I like to travel, but I don’t like flying. That doesn’t mean I never flew. But lately I’m trying to avoid it and travel by ground transportation.

Of course I have some favorite places on our beautiful planet. Here we go …

Arles – France

Aiuges-Mortes – France

Montpellier – France

Vinales – Cuba

Santa Clara – Cuba

Pune – India

Siena – Italy

San Gimigniano – Italy

Taormina – Italy

Marrakesh – Morocco

Amsterdam – Netherlands

Barcelona – Spain

(I conclude my list with the place I always come back to)

Ljubljana – Slovenia 

BIO: Jaka Tomc started writing at the age of four. He tried to write his first novel soon after but was too occupied with other kids’ activities. He loved writing essays and stories in school. However, it took him many years to gain courage to write and publish his first novel. In his first interview he said that he’s going to sell more books in Slovenia than Dan Brown. The challenge remains. His sixth book was translated to English and published under the title 720 Heartbeats. It won a Breakthrough Fiction Award in Thriller/Suspense category. Jaka believes that his next book will be his best work.



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A John Waters Xmas
Los Straightjackets Complete Xmas Songbook
Squirrel Nut Zippers Xmas Caravan
Rockin’ Little Xmas (a GREAT compilation)
To Drive the Winter Cold Away – Loreena McKennit
Dean Martin Xmas Album
Ding Dong – George Harrison
Father Christmas – The Kinks
December Will Be Magic Again – Kate Bush
And of course: No Xmas for John Quays & Protein Christmas – The Fall
+ a bunch of Scandinavian Xmas CDs that I don’t have in front of me now but mostly from Northside
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Bell, Book & Candle
Fanny & Alexander
Long Kiss Goodnight
Die Hard
In Bruges
The Man Who Came to Dinner
The Ref
The Thin Man
A Xmas Carol (Sim version)
Rare Exports
Shop Around the Corner
The Bishop’s Wife
Old Acquaintance (which is really New Years but so what)
The Grinch Who Stole Xmas
Royle Family Xmas Specials (especially the year with Tom Courtenay)
Morecambe & Wise
Not Only But Also Xmas Special
A Wish for Wings that Work
A Christmassy Ted
League of Gentlemen Xmas Special
Mark E. Smith reading The Colour Out of Space on BBC
Chocolate chocolate chocolate
Single malt
Brussel sprouts roasted with lots of garlic and olive oil
Handmade Xmas ornaments especially by kids
Cheesecake (but only mine)
Cookies baking
A roaring fire with yule log
Jingling bells
K. A. Laity is an award-winning author, scholar, critic and arcane artist. Her books include How to Be Dull, White RabbitDream BookA Cut-Throat BusinessLush Situation, Owl Stretching, Unquiet Dreams, Chastity Flameand Pelzmantel. She has edited My Wandering Uterus, Respectable Horror, Weird Noir, Noir Carnival and Drag Noir, plus written many short stories, scholarly essays, songs, and more. Follow her on TwitterInstagram or Facebook. She also writes as Graham Wynd and Kit Marlowe.