Posts Tagged ‘Mister Trippy’

Blog closed until further notice…

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

I’ve already written about my experiences of producing the first season of the Mister Trippy blog at MySpace. It is obviously a little early to write about the second season in any depth since this is its closing post. There is also less need to write about Mister Trippy season two because I’ll be leaving the posts up rather than taking them down as I did with not only with the first season of Mister Trippy, but all my MySpace profiles (to protest about the platform’s support for US imperialism), in Spring 2008.

Having produced posts for the first Mister Trippy season daily, I found it far easier to blog every other day in this second season (except for the first month, which was daily). That said, at exactly a year long, this season was also quite a bit shorter than the first. While the comments remained an integral part of the blog, there were considerably fewer than during the first season. I’d view this as a consequence of hosting season two on my own site rather than a social networking platform, and also because I didn’t concentrate on replying to comments as much as I did during the first season. That said, I appear to have more readers here than when Mister Trippy was hosted at MySpace, but far fewer of them commented and those that did made less comments than on the first season of the blog. From a conventional media point of view, upping both the number and percentage of lurkers is probably a good thing, from a full-on committed to Web 2.0 perspective it probably isn’t so good, although it does make life easier! That said, there have still been loads of great comments containing both solid information and some really way-out humour on the season two blog!

A few facts and figures. Mister Trippy season two ran from 1 January 2009 to 31 December 2009, during which time I posted 193 public entries (including this one). As I write this there are 5,007 approved comments split across these posts. Likewise, between myself and the Askimet anti-spam software 10,207 comments were blocked or removed. All the blocked or removed comments were of a commercial nature. Obviously the number of approved and blocked comments will increase as time goes by, although probably not at the same rate as when I was posting on a regular basis.

I’ve found this blog and the main website to which it is attached a good way of alerting people to information I’m seeking. It has enabled me to locate individuals, unearth facts, and in particular extend my knowledge of my mother Julia Callan-Thompson and her bohemian social circle – as well as my first cousin once removed Ray ‘The Cat’ Jones (a legend for audacious Robin Hood-style thefts from the rich and famous, as well as a successful 1958 prison escape with a subsequent two years on the run). That said, while – for example – I now know that Francois Raymond who exhibited photographs of my mother in 1967 is dead and I have contact details for his brother, I’ve drawn a complete blank in my attempts to nail down the fate of Malcolm ‘Grainger’ Drake.

One of the things I’ve always tried to do on this blog, as well as the main site to which it is attached, is put information online that wasn’t previously available via the web. The pieces I’ve posted about my mother’s circle and Ray ‘The Cat’ Jones are good examples of this. When I began researching my mother’s life there wasn’t a single entry about her online. It is because of my efforts that a search engine request now brings in more than 15,000 results for Julia Callan-Thompson, rather than none (which was the result I got from my early web searches for her). There was material about Ray The Cat on the web before I started blogging about him, but by locating a primary source in the form of Ray’s testament about his life and going back to contemporary press coverage of his exploits, I’ve expanded the range of material available online and shown that recent retellings of his escape from Pentonville Prison completely distort the facts (and that the confusion appears to begin with inaccuracies introduced by Mad Frankie Fraser and his ghost-writer James Morton). However, to see this you’d need to read through all my blog entries on Ray The Cat. My research is ongoing and I revise what I have to say on the basis of what I discover. Putting material online is important, there is unfortunately a growing trend (particularly among the young), to look for information on the web and if it can’t be found there then to assume it doesn’t exist.

My research methods appear to confuse some of those I’ve spoken to, since I’ve had the odd email complaining I’ve not written up a story as the person recontacting me originally told it. I always try to find as many sources as possible for what I write. Sometimes these provide me with conflicting information, and some people even provide more than one version of the same story over a period of time. Using archival records where they are available, and all the oral history I am able to collect, I try to reconstruct events as accurately as possible. This can result in a specific person’s recollection of events being discarded; not because I necessarily think the individual in question is lying  – memory can play tricks and the person concerned may simply be mistaken about what happened. Someone claiming to have direct knowledge of something does not automatically make them a reliable source for the subject. I work from all the evidence available to me and sometimes this will indicate (or even prove) that a particular individual’s memory of a specific incident is faulty or fraudulent.

Moving on, I trust that the interest of media professionals in blogging is waning, since it has had a deleterious effect on the activity. There are individuals who take up blogging in the belief that it might make them famous. Although this is unlikely, it doesn’t stop people trying and thus producing narrowly focused blogs with very limited subject matter, or else simply going in for egoblogging. One of the elements of this blog that proved particularly popular with a large swathe of readers were my reports of London art world openings. It would not be difficult to construct a blog around nothing but reports of this type, but for me it would become boring and is therefore to be avoided, despite – or rather because of – the fact that it would lead to me being viewed as a greater conventional ‘success’ than is currently the case.

Likewise, most newspapers seem to have given up on investigative journalism, or even research, and at a time when we need much more of it; clearly it is those with particular interests and specialised knowledge who are far better qualified to do this than so called media professionals, and blogging is a cheap and efficient way for the ‘real’ ‘experts’ – in other words, amateurs like you and me -  to gather and disseminate information. I’m not seeing as much research based blogging or other web reportage as I’d like, but hopefully there will be more of it in coming months and years – and far fewer blogs being updated via Twitter feeds. I’d also like to see the majority of bloggers trying a little harder with their writing. While splurging something out is a great way of getting it down, you do then need to rewrite and revise. I’ve always tried to compose my blogs the night before I posted them, so that I could give them a final rewrite in the morning. Too many blogs look like their author hasn’t read through what they’ve posted even once! If you’re not prepared to read your own writing, you shouldn’t expect anyone else to do so either!

In conclusion, while I wouldn’t rule out a third season of the Mister Trippy blog, I’m not committed to doing  one either. I’ll just see how things go. For now I’d rather concentrate on other pursuits. I will continue to update the main website to which this blog is attached – check the new additions page if you want to see what is being added. Wow, this may also be one of the least humorous blog I’ve written over the past year, so I obviously do need a break from Mister Trippy!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Lana Clarkson & Phil Spector both victims of American gun culture

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

Watching the coverage of the Phil Spector murder trial as it came in on BBC News 24 last night, really rammed home the celebrity agenda behind most reporting. There was lots about the famous people Spector worked with, and while it is always a pleasure to see footage of Tina Turner in her sixties prime, it didn’t surprise me that The Ramones weren’t among the famous acts the Beeb mentioned the record producer having worked with. There was little of Clarkson beyond one brief clip, which I didn’t see repeated.

I always thought Lana was a great ‘scream queen’ even if the films she appeared in weren’t so wonderful. Below I’ll reproduce an old review of her in the movie Barbarian Queen, originally written and posted when this Mister Trippy blog was hosted on MySpace.  We need a more even balance between the coverage accorded to murder victims and their killers. Returning to the BBC news, they didn’t even make the obvious point that in a culture that sees it as normal to have guns lying around, it isn’t surprising that murders like this take place. Not just Lana Clarkson, but Phil Spector too is a victim of a sick society. That said, it’s good that Spector was found guilty because all too often rich men like him are able to buy their way out of trouble. But while Spector is a misogynist twerp and has to take personal responsibility for that, he was also the product of a social system that places profits above human community, and ultimately it was this that made him into the “demonic maniac” denounced by the prosecution in his murder trial.

Barbarian Queen directed by Hector Olivera (1985)

This starts with a rape before the credits – which is mainly an excuse to rip off an actress’s top and expose her tits. Marauding Romans proceed to ruin Barbarian Queen Anethea’s wedding day by attacking her village and after a few more rapes and some murders, nearly everyone else is captured and sent off to slavery. Fortunately Anethea (Lana Clarkson) and a couple of other women escape. They decide to head on down to the nearest Roman city to exact revenge for the disruption of Anethea’s nuptials and the enslavement of her husband. Along the way there are far too many lame sword fighting scenes.

Director Hector Olivera was a serious Argentinean film-maker who’d been enticed into concocting schlock by the lure of producer Roger Corman’s yankee dollar; and yes, this movie was ‘shot in south American where life is cheap’ (to use the tag line from the film Snuff). Lana steals the show, partly because she is far fitter than the other actresses (she is 6ft tall so she towers over them), and partly because her eighties haircut is very slightly better than the abominations sported by her co-stars.

Despite Barbarian Queen being mercifully short at 71 minutes, my attention began to wander pretty early on because the cast can’t act and the ‘action’ scenes are so poorly choreographed, however once Lana and her friends are captured by the Romans we are rewarded with some orgy and torture scenes (and these are the only reason for watching this flick). The highlight of Barbarian Queen is Lana’s all too brief tenure in a Roman torture chamber, where she’s stretched out on a rack so that her lithe and very tall frame is displayed to stunning effect… call me perverse but I also kinda got off on the fact that her skin looks pretty rough and you can see spots under her make-up; but then its not Lana’s face that I really go for, it’s that fabulous scream queen body with those impossibly long legs.

Of course, the torture is unconvincing but who cares when you can look at Lana fully stretched out with her legs spread… Eventually the extremely ugly man interrogating Lana in the hope of finding out where the other rebels are hiding, decides to rape her. Sexually assaulting the Barbarian Queen is a fatal mistake on the part of this torturer, because after he penetrates Lana he discovers that her cunt muscles are so well toned she can hold his prick in an agonisingly painful grip. He begs her to let go, Lana agrees to do this if he unties her, which he does and she then shoves him into a bath of acid… rock and roll! After this there isn’t really any reason to watch the rest of the film, but for those who need to know, Lana succeeds in defeating the Romans and freeing her people. Barbarian Queen is fun but is most definitely something to watch with your finger on the fast forward button, since aside from the orgies there isn’t a scene without Lana which is worth watching.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Parlez-vous Inverness Street? An indie-wanker, moi?

Friday, March 6th, 2009

Have you noticed how indie-wankers not only make really bad records, but in a failed attempt to compensate for the fact they can’t rock, have this tendency to ineptly reference classical mythology and so called French ‘intellectuals’? All too often indie-wankers puff up these cultural failings by utilising words and concepts they don’t fully understand. Since a phrase to describe such phenomena would be useful, I suggest the term Inverness Street English. This is the street in Camden which boasts one of the worst pubs in London, The Good Mixer, a magnet to indie-pop mockneys and related tossers.

In creating this new term I was, of course, inspired by the older coinage Wardour Street English, referring to the: “affected pseudo-archaic diction of historical novels.” This derives from the days when Wardour Street in Soho was a centre not of the British film industry (as it was for much of the 20th century), but of the antique and mock-antique furniture trade. Example: “This is not literary English of any date; this is Wardour-Street Early English — a perfectly modern article with a sham appearance of the real antique about it.” A. Ballantyne, “Wardour-Street English,” Longman’s Magazine, October, 1888. Or: “These song lyrics are not art of any known type, they are an example Inverness Street English, complete crap in the style of Pete Doherty, replete with a reference to a Greek god pointlessly thrown in to give the flat voiced whinger who wrote them a fake aura of gravitas…” Mister Trippy, Mister Trippy blog, March 2009.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Sinclair’s new London anti-classic again

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

Nice to see Iain Sinclair’s Hackney, That Rose-Red Empire being bigged-up in the Saturday Guardian by Andy Beckett this weekend. I don’t read The Times or The Telegraph so we won’t talk about how I know there were thumbs up reviews in those papers too. Talking to a few people after I blogged the book I realised there’d been the odd misunderstanding because I’d only really dealt with the ‘Mundus Subterraneus’ section that devotes more lines to me than any other part of the book; oh I just love reading about myself! ‘Mundus Subterraneus’ really is the most fictional part of the tome, and the rest of the work is far more factual. Sinclair hasn’t written a conventional history of Hackney, since the focus is bohemia, but there are plenty of hard facts for those that want them. Sinclair is even surprisingly polite about assorted Hackney-linked Trotskyites and liberals; you’d think his nihilism might make him more critical of them… but maybe it’s a generational solidarity thing going on here. That said, Sinclair is still more than capable of the odd mordant spasm, as the following jibe at the expense of one section of the professional middle-classes shows:

“The (Chambers) bequest was a nuisance, paintings of variable quality, curious objects, to be catalogued, stored, exhibited. The best that could be said of this stuff was that it gave employment to an emerging human type, the conceptual curator. Bureaucrats schooled to replace unreliable and indigent artists. Professional explainers: even when there was nothing to explain. The Chambers Collection was unfit to view, but it couldn’t be sold off at auction or dumped in a car boot sale at the Hackney Wick Stadium….”

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Altermodernism cancelled due to wrong type of snow….

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

I wasn’t planning on going to the 2009 Tate Triennial opening last night, but in my efforts to get Mister Trippy lovers all the latest London art world gossip, I had planned to attend the ‘unofficial afterparty’ organised by Tate curator and all round good guy Cedar Lewisohn. This was supposed to take place at The Double Club, 7 Torrens Street in Islington, but was cancelled due to snow. I’m sure Triennial curator Nicolas Bourriaud rolled up a hundred dollar bill and hoovered up a good quantity of snow before deciding it was too watery to give anyone a buzz… For those of you from outside the UK, several inches of snow fell in London yesterday so there were no buses, few subway trains and many roads were closed; it is unusual for it to snow here so the equipment for dealing with this kind of ‘severe’ weather just isn’t in place. But there you have it, altermodernism – Bourriaud’s attempt to buttress alienated (anti)-social relations and prevent our overflowing of all capitalist canalisation – was cancelled. So no gossip but I did get to stay in and watch Zombies! Zombies! Zombies! AKA Zombies Vs. Strippers yet again!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

31 posts in 31 days… now I’m gonna slow down…

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

Blogging can be a curious experience, sometimes it makes 3 weeks feel like a life-time ago. Talking of which, only 20 days have passed since I reviewed a recent book by Ken Wark, although subjectively for me it feels like this was done back in my 2006 MySpace blog days. In his tome, Wark observed: “The newspapers are devolving, bit by bit, into shopping guides. The ‘quality’ magazines are just coded investment advice. One turns with hope to the blogosphere, only to find that it mostly just mimics the very media to which it claims to be an alternative. Alternative turns out just to mean cheaper…” I like that quote, and while there are some blogs drifting through the depths of cyber-space that groove me, many are just a waste of time. Indeed, one of my mantras is: ‘if I want to see anything worth reading, then I have to write it myself’.’

A lot of blogs would be massively improved if those running them actually rewrote and edited what they’ve banged out, rather than just sticking it straight up online. I try to write my blogs the day before I post them, so that I can sleep on what I’ve written and revise it the next day. That said, a daily blog can often surprise its producer, as well as its readers, by forcing them to come up with something they’d never have thought of writing if they hadn’t felt under pressure to do so.

Prior to installing WordPress on the back end of this website a month ago, I hadn’t been blogging since March 2008, and a daily blog for January was a good way of getting back into the swing of things – while simultaneously creating a sufficient mass of material to make this new non-MySpace Mister Trippy blog worth visiting. But from here on in I’m going to slow down in my postings, and while I’ll keep right on blogging, I’m not necessarily going to be doing so daily. So if you turn up here in the future and there’s nothing new, please do go ahead and add comments to the old posts. And then come back in a day or two when there will be something new….

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/ – you know it makes (no) sense!

Web 2.1: An end to (anti)-social networking sites? Let real fraternisation begin!

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

As some readers know, the Mister Trippy blog was something I originally ran on MySpace. I was interested in exploring web 2.0 and that blog was one of the ways I did this. Eventually I deleted my MySpace profile, although a couple of cloned versions are still around. I also deleted my Bebo account because I found it boring. I’m still on Facebook although I don’t much like it… it seems like Twitter but for those who prefer to interface with computers rather than mobile phones. The key function on Facebook is the status, update it frequently and you’re a true Facebooker!

Recently there have been a couple of Facebook 24 hour blackouts organised to protest about the way FB treats those who use its service; i.e. suspending accounts without explanation etc. The most recent blackout in the middle of December 2008 appears to have been supported by several million FB users who refrained from logging on to their accounts over the designated period. When I deleted my MySpace accounts (I had m0re than a dozen) I encouraged others to do the same thing, but what mostly happened was people kept their MS accounts, with some also following me onto Facebook (some had been there before me too). It shouldn’t need saying these social networking sites don’t exist to serve us, but rather to gather data on us and deliver us up to advertisers. Therefore it is a bad idea to get too tied into any of them because there is no guarantee they’ll maintain the ‘service’ they offer. That’s one reason why I’ve now put this blog on here, aside from wanting to make my own site more Web 2.0. At the same time I prefer to bypass certain elements of Web 2.0, like click-thru advertising. For me, our own blogs on our own sites is the way forward to Web 2.1. I think it’s better for us to blog on our own sites rather than on the WordPress site because it keeps us decentralised; but if you haven’t got your own site, then go to WordPress.

The latest anti-Facebook sensation on FB is a “mass suicide” in the form of an organised mass account deletion. I like the basic idea, but the term mass suicide is a bad tactical error, it is too closely bound up with nutzoid cults to be worth using. Headlining it as a mass deletion might have meant less attention, but would have been an infinitesimally preferable syntactical choice. An even worse mistake was the decision to hype this ‘anti-event’ as “The Facebook Final Solution”. Realistically I don’t think it will garner a fraction of the support enjoyed by the 24 hour blackouts, and I’ll keep my account for now so I can continue to support the latter activity.

This how the organisers of the “Mass Suicide” describe their event: “FBMS – Facebook Mass Suicide. The Facebook Final Solution. Event Info Host: Internet. Type: Other – Ceremony. Network: Global. Time and Place Date: Wednesday, February 4, 2009. Time: 12:00am – 11:55pm. Location: Everywhere. On February 4th every participant to this group will deactivate his own Facebook account by committing a ritual-synchronized mass suicide. In conjunction with the fifth Facebook anniversary the participants will choose suicide strategy declaring their independence from controlled and pervading social-emotional cliché. Join us!”

Today’s blog as I originally created it ended here. But I now feel the need to add a coda. Far more exciting than the above proposal is the way in which the precognition and ESP experiments I’ve been secretly engaged in are bearing fruit. They were secret because I hadn’t told Michael K I’d been trying to form a mesmeric link to his mind.  I’ve been writing my blogs the day before I post them and then using mesmerics to project the content into K’s mind. The idea being that although he’s on the other side of the Atlantic right now, he’ll leave comments on the blogs I’ve just posted that actually apply to the blog I’ve just written but won’t post for around 24 hours. Now check this comment that K left on yesterday’s blog:

“I fell thru a wormwhole and ended up at the 14 Hour Technicolor Dream because a UK cyberfriend, who I actually like, invited me to join Facebook. I’ve also found one or two people I haven’t talked to in years on Facebook, and wish I’d never met them again.

“Never paid a cent to join. Never bought anything through the site. Never bought anything advertised on the site.

“Overall, I find it MUCH less interesting than MySpace, mostly because people only link up with folks they already know. Pointless. I tried to make friends withan attractive stranger who was a fan of the Renaissance painter Massaccio and she responded to me “Excuse me, do I know you?” I mean, FUCK OFF!

“Personally, it doesn’t bother me that much that a bunch of rich, goofball righty militarist futurists out to abolish reality and enslave the universe own this thing. Sounds like Chicken Little panic. If the CIA wants to know that I listen to the Fall, watch Plan 9 From Outer Space and root for the New York Giants, they can call and ask me. I don’t really care if they know.

“Nor does it really bother me that a bunch of even loonier hedge funds and venture capitalists want to throw money at these guys. Remember the Internet bubble?

“Overall, it’s pretty naff and seems populated by wingnuts who like to send each other cyber-cheesecakes and give each other cyber-noogies. But Tom Hodgkinson needs to get some perspective, remove the duct tape from his window frames and take a deep breath.”

What is really exciting about this precognitive post is that it is almost a word for word re-post of a comment K left on the Trippy blog a couple of years back when I was running it on MySpace. Then it was a response to my re-posting of an article by Tom Hodgkinson about how Facebook was used for Data Mining…. Like wow, before you know it Michael will have full recall of that incident with that basket of skinhead gear and the dead pea fowl in the Charing X Station that happened to me rather than him! And this won’t be because we are different schizophrenic manifestations of the same personality, but because we are genuinely psychic! Try the mesmeric link baby, it’s a groove sensation!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/ – you know it makes (no) sense!