Watching The Pied Piper, a fluffy 1973 lark with Donovan acting in it. I don’t have much hope that this movie will actually be much good (It’s a “Goodtimes Enterprises Film” – oy vey) though it does have John Hurt and Donald Pleasance in… wait, that’s no guarantee of anything. Diana Dors as “Frau Poppendick”? Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?

Well, I count Donovan as one of my muses (along with such notables as John Taylor, Peter Murphy, Montgomery Clift, Alex Colby, and that cute little skank Jeremy from high school) and have been inspired by him to write much material. I am now in the process of revising the novel-sized chunk of said material, originally written when I was 19 and a college sophomore and had a single room. I’ve been off the Donovan crack pipe for quite some time now – one bad LSD trip will do that to you – actually, no, it was because Nick Cave took over and blotted out the sun – and I lost all my original Donovan vinyl – but I want to recall that sweet mania that drove me to write that novel in the first place.

To that end I will re-educate myself about the sound of his voice, for that was the conduit that the holy madness was first transmitted to me. I had barely ever seen a photograph of him until years after I had obsessively collected all his records and spent my first summer home from college being soothed by the songs, nostalgic for soft Portland rain and not the violence of Denver sunshine. Donovan is one of those fellows whose voice is substantially more beautiful than his face – though, I could be mistaken. I’ve never seen Donovan in a movie before.

Hell, I watched The Magic Christian just because Ringo Starr was in it, and I don’t even fancy Ringo.

Wish me luck. Frau Poppendick. I swear.

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new mind detritus

February 13, 2011

I will blog more often.

Recent distractions/lifesavers:
• Sherlock, and all things Benedict Cumberbatch.
• Small Craft on a Milk Sea, the new Brian Eno release. It’s excellent.
• The second half of the fourth season of Doctor Who.
• Frankenstein, the new production in the West End, directed by Danny Boyle, music by Underworld, and starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller as Dr. Frankenstein and the Monster, trading roles every night. They will be broadcasting it to theaters in the US shortly; I will be at the Portland screenings at least twice – more details on this in the near future.
• A weekly cooking experiment. So far I’ve succeeded at coconut dal, coq au vin, and a brined pork loin roast. I’m pretty good at this.

Current projects:
Plums (massive sexy three-way gay male love story) – working towards a complete first draft
The Legend of a Lucy Willow (a tough/tender YA-ish romance set in the world of British pop music in 1967) – reading through the first draft, which was written in 1992
FirstWorld (cyberpunk/cyber-real story, as serialized at Underland Press website) – revised and improved, it’s being looked at by a professional at the moment
• a piece of Sherlock fan fiction, which shall not be named here; when it’s done, I may say so here, but you will have to find it yourself. It’s the kind of thing that could get me in trouble. 😉

Oh yeah, and Dark Horse, where I’ll be tomorrow. I am working on a lot of projects there right now, some of which I’m not allowed to talk about yet. More details to come as things get worked out and I have time.

Coming soon: Emerald City Comic Con.

I have been caffeine-free today. My headache tells me so.