You Know What I Hate?

you know what i hate? i hate it when you call up to arrange an interview time with douglas gordon (can’t find a decent page on him yet - he won the turner in, i think, ‘96 and is fucking great, especially when working in video) and the director of the gallery blithely says, ‘oh, we’re not really sure when the show is going to happen.’ when you’re writing a piece for a listings magazine that’s just not helpful, not helpful at all.

so, anyway, here’s a couple of links rather oddly themed around people who used to work in John Smith’s record shop. first of all, stephen pastel is interviewed at perfect sound forever, and, while egomaniacally searching for myself on google, i just noticed david keenan’s the best albums ever … honest column is living on the interweb as well as in print. john smith’s was easily the biggest influence on my music listening in the first few years i lived in glasgow, and i fucking seethe everytime i pass by that building, now a bloody starbucks or costa coffee shop - some faceless corporate shitsack anyway.

oh, and i have no idea how i came upon this place, but it’s a massive collection of gorgeous camp catholic tat. i just love day-glo piety. unfortunately there’s no sign of my fave saint, sebastian. he so has the coolest iconography and, of course, saint derek of dungeness (ne derek jarman, canonized by the sisters of perpetual indulgence) made the wonderful sebastiane:

i got into an awful lot of trouble at school when i persuaded my rather naive teacher that, since the dialogue to the film is in latin, it would be a really good idea to show it in class as an end of term treat. needless to say, the subject matter didn’t, ahem, go down well.

Posted at 2pm on 07/01/02 by Jack Mottram to the art and culture category.
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