was The Name.
was at George's party, had lost Vic 20 and Dermot, and was staggering
around drunk with a new camera, when I cracked it. I had been
staring at it all along. The realisation hit me like a cartoon
frying pan. DOOIIINNNNGGG. Birds carouselled around my head, I
collapsed out of the kitchen and into the living room, fumbled
around like a fool for some paper. Then leapt to my feet and ran
laughing to the bedroom to tell all and sundry - I've cracked
it! It had been staring me in the face all along. It was June
2nd 2001 - 2.30 a.m.
For some reason, this site always felt like a search. I kept pushing
around. Why? Pushing, feeling all the time that I was looking
for an answer when I didn't even know the question. I was guessing,
hoping that I would sense the answer when it showed up.
puzzle - how to follow Razzle? This thing had to deliver but I
was scared. Where to go after Heathrow, when the 747 is glimmering
across the sky and we're not on it. Where can I possibly take
the opening scene of Get Carter and intercity tracks are lowering
their way below the wheels of a train. Jack's heading back up
north to find out What Happened. Get The
Name. Find out Why and Get The Bastard. And Jack ends up
dead on a slag-heap as black as the pathos that had been running
under the entire film. I didn't want that to happen in the DPS.
So I had to see the end. I had to have faith in the end, or I
knew that I would be fighting it and nothing would come. So I
I found it - with your help. Found the answer before I even knew
what the question was. It's been weaving it's way through this
website all along. ..she introduced herself..Hi? X.. Office Bomb
is not the name..Untitled Interzone..I always feel like somebody's
watching me..I Lav Dogs I Lav Ponys..the little silver thing around
her neck..No Logo..Rocco Ritchie.."This One"..name names..there's
no dogs and no ponies..
I saw inside a song. A closer - The Dog And Pony Show. "Self-referential
hoo-ha" you'll protest but is it a blinder or what. No, we
will not interview you..do it myself then..What's in The
Name, DP? I was cracking The Name.
And I am now very confident I can take you all the way..if you
across an out-of-town carpark and in by the kitchen, along ill-lit
corridors where dancers paint their nails, where stand-ups practice
gags on guitarists too busy doing their tunings, and where blood
simple thugs will show you their guns. Through the wings and right
up to the curtain at The Dog And Pony Show.
Wall Street slang for a botched aggressive take-over. A traditional
and well established circus event. A notorious act of sado-masochism.
A humble village fete. A business presentation from a cold-caller
or a middle American colloquialism for "cheap thrill"
know now I've been looking for an answer to The
Name on the internet. And the question was plastered along
the top of the cheerful spleen and neon ideal, guerrilla journal/ism,
defensive spits and subconscious drifts, everything and nothing,
all along. In orange capitals. A magnet trailing a multiple choice
of warm up in its wake.
did I go with The Name? What did
it mean to me? The clash of the incompatible? Animal nature that
waits backstage in us all? Sounded like it rawwked the heavens?
The underclass versus the manor born? East End boys and West End
girls? A song by Shellac? Two little lambs dressed as the inedible?
The real answer to The Name
hit me like a cartoon frying pan and I saw the end and the end
was not a slag-heap of pathos, or ten million pounds of Hollywood
must go back..come with me, if you like..all are welcome but especially
if you have a fear of flying. I think phobics will like it a lot.
Personally I'm at peace on Bach's Remedy, available in any health
store. Taken not as directed but a double dose into a glass of
airport wine. And wait. HOME