Saturday, Feb. 19, 2005 - 12:13 a.m.
Dig!
I'm glad to be home because somebody couldn't wait 1 more second for the doors to open at Bethnal Green before they threw up. Thankfully it wasn't right by me but two poor men got hit and I can tell that splatty sound at 15 paces. I hate it and the way it makes my legs go numb with fear.And when I got home there was a letter from BT saying my internet connection was being suspended for non-payment of bill. If you knew me you'd know I was about the least bill-shirking of citizens and I actually track where and when my money is paid. I'm a model citizen. Anywaz - obv they've not cut it off yet. Gits.
Shame, because my soiree had been great until then. I'd been to see Dig!, which is a film about the D@ndy Warhols and their friends/rivals, the Bri@n Jonestown Massacre. Courtney Taylor says that Anton Newcombe of BJM is way more talented than him, but also way more mental, and every BJM gig ended with some kind of punch-up, either within the band or with the audience.
Which is quite funny. But it's that that stopped them ever having commercial success, and why you may never have heard of them. (They *are* better than the D@ndy Warhols and look how much money they must be rolling in these days, thank you V0daphone, you bastards.)
Anton looked like Mike Nesmith circa The Monkees but was also unfeasibly good looking, with darting blue eyes and swinging hair. He also had a very high opinion of himself and his musical talent, which everyone else supported (although not knowing the music it's hard for you to join in) and kept saying he was better than the Beatles and the Stones, which was also pretty hilarious. But he was pretty unstable and into drugs (he was indeed the last junkie on earth) and his friend and part-time band member said, amusingly and wisely, while worrying for his health, '...all those bands of the sixties that got into drugs ... they were famous first'
It's a great documentary* especially because I never cared much for the D@ndy Warhols, but there was a lot of interesting stuff going on between them. And thankfully the whole R'n'R behaviour isn't a major feature of it, really (yawn). When the DW first appeared, I remember thinking, god they so want to be British. But that girl always intrigued me.
*Not as great as Capturing The Friedmans or Etre et Avoir but still deffo worth a watch