Thursday, 21 October 2010

'where I'm calling from'

Zo-graphy is on hiatus - indefinitely.

Feel free to email:

In the meantime, the person responsible for ponies recommends the following:

Catch you on the flipside.


Thursday, 9 September 2010

Pet Hates

Today's chief ball chafer - people trying to sell me the untrue as true. Plain fuck them and theirs.

Let me stand with the man who can put both his feet in the fire.

I hit my head today.

Alic and I came down together on a hold and my temporal bone went right into her forehead.

Alic is fine. Right now I'm concussed and nauseous. Disinhibited (see above). Awaiting sinister results.

55% convinced that the fates are punishing me for my complete lack of empathy this past week - I've made bad jokes about the wrong people.

Who decides to write should have empathy at their disposal. Without it they can forget it. Do something else.

If you're reading this, you'd be better off listening to this person here:

Monday, 6 September 2010

Imagining Community

After the SilentMark post this happened:

... be the man you want to meet, always.

Sunday, 22 August 2010


Played the Music Spot Friday. S. Hudson Tallulah? launch.

Wasn't there.

Can't be in it all the time, and when you're not you learn to ride it

like waves and Wavves.

- I would have/should have been a surfer. Nothin' else.

Incidentally, CP asked me what turned me onto Wavves. I didn't have an answer for him then but I do now:

Nathan Williams has trouble in his voice - like Rivers Cuomo.

Both melted down early on. Maybe it's a California thing?

These dope smoking kids are apparently hot shit right now says a cruel and irresponsible NME

(what is this, pot shots from the land of silence and darkness!?).


RS came out and told me he thought the music and poetry came together well.

It was nice to hear him say it.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

... in the silence you don't know, ...

July of this year, radio personality and comic SilentMark and I discussed some aspects of his career in a back and forth of scatty emails.

The results have since been published here:

Friends of Ponies will know that Mark - along with Stuart Anthony - took a chance on the first Ponies recordings by playing them to Lancaster, Morecambe and weblistners via community radio stronghold Diversity103.5FM/

Mark's also found himself in the curious predicament of being probably the best thing to listen to on breakfast radio. Or he was, before the schedule changed. If anyone has any suggestions as to what's worth listening to in his absence, please feel free to comment/get in touch.

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

'On the superiority of Anglo-American Literature'

I'm changing this since I'm sick of looking at last January's trans-anhedoniac missive.

Harvey Pekar died. One of the big guys:

I sent a message to Daniel and May just now to check if they know.

When I have something to say I'll say it, otherwise it's just me and the terminal staring each other down.


Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Mean Season

'When you're hot you shoot the works and when you're cold, lay off for a while'

Matt Dillon said that in Drugstore Cowboy. He did a fine job in that picture. In Rumble Fish too he manages to upstage Mickey Rourke. To Die For, Singles.

Sexy, wiley, clumsy, vulnerable, comic, resourceful ...

2009 started out good and for I while there I was shooting the works. Up end of May I like to think ponies got a run of good outings - "right there" performances warts and all. High points were the Book Room in Lancaster and Mojo's, Blackpool - both of these late Spring.

After Mojo's I got in a road accident and came back not too shabby, but if I'm honest that's probably the last time in recent memory I can think that I've enjoyed peddling this stuff.

Friends and well wishers often ask of ponies whether it's something I shouldn't be pushing to the next level. Whetever that may be is often some vague, shapeless intimation and probably involves some closer draw towards a professionalism that in any case is at odds with the project's aims and its origins.

I need to be clear, for myself, much of the time that the ability to sing and to channel this stuff seems closely linked to a kind of thriving, personally. It's up there at the highest point of need and follows an experience of connectedness, self awareness and fulfiling engagement across many a domain. I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that like much of anything, any kind of creative activity ebbs and flows and needs the right circumstances in order to flourish.

I've hit a black patch before, where nothing got through. Lasted about two or three years with no song or singing - or much else, from a 'creative' perspective. At the start of 2007 I had to learn to play the guitar all over again. In the process I got reminded that you can't be hot all the time, or cold neither.

'When you're hot you shoot the works and when you're cold, lay off for a while'.

Knowing how to roll with your punches seems to me a useful technique for staying involved in meaningful work.

So here's to Matt Dillon and

laying off for a while.