Well, it looks like my blog is being taken over by The Cock of late, which is no bad thing, considering how busy I've been and how bad my eyes are. It makes it easy for me to post entries without having to research and write new 'essays'.
Anyway, I have a treat for you all. That's right, it's more Cock, captured again on film in rehearsals on the 17th of January. There are two songs, the first, I'm Your Fan is a Cock original, lyrics by yours truly and Pete Black, music by The Cock, and the second is a cover of a song by The Flaming Lips called, She Don't Use Jelly or something.
For a review of The Cock's live performance, click here. For more Cock films, click here.
Hi Q,
I enjoyed the vids. But I found the yellow room to be quite disturbing. I’ve always heard that yellow rooms have a higher suicide rate than rooms of any other color. Of course, when I was a child I had a yellow room, and have nothing but happy memories about it. Maybe it was a delayed reaction and that’s what’s the matter with me now….
Ha ha!
M
Tuesday, 18 January what?
j/k.. yeah looks like a mistake.
Nice vids. I like the canary-yellow room.. isn’t the color yellow supposed to induce hunger according to some (likely out-of-date) pseudo-psychology? Is that an abandoned cafeteria?
Hungry for Cock.. has a sort of ring to it. 😛
Is it my imagination, or is that a mistake in the day/date part of the Opera blog mechanism thing?
It does look a bit like a cafeteria, but I don’t know if the building was anything before it was a music practice centre/studio. Hungry for Cock… Could be the name of the DVD, although it might get put on the wrong shelf in the shop.
I’ve never heard that about yellow, but now that you say it, it does bring to my mind pictures of ravenous dogs with their ribs showing. Maybe that’s just me, though.
There’s a slightly famous story called ‘The Yellow Wall-Paper’ by Charlotte Perkins Stetson in which a doctor’s wife is suffering from some mysterious ailment, and she is lying in bed in a room with yellow wall-paper. In the end she goes mad. It’s a kind of fable about the suffocating condescension of her authoritarian husband. It brings to mind Oscar Wilde’s (apocryphal?) last words: “Either that wall-paper goes, or I do.”
Yellow now, for me, is the colour of decadence because of the association Wilde first leant the colour by talking about a ‘yellow book’ that is the corrupting influence in The Portrait of Dorian Grey. The book in question was apparently based on Against Nature by J-K Huysmans. Perhaps by co-incidence, a yellow book, in Chinese culture, signifies a work of pornography.
Well, my new job starts tomorrow. I must prepare.