Fuck, the "women in the music industry" debate rears it's stupid head into the debate once again. I'm overjoyed that The Gossip frontwoman, Beth Ditto, is topping the Enemy Cool List. But, fuck me, define me by my uterus and go and give yourself a blow job.

Women have inspired rock and roll since year dot and I can't believe it's even an issue that women make records. Celebrate the difference in the music that is made, notice the nuance and sing along if you dare (boys).

I recently gave a lecture to a class of Music Management, 18 year old students. Half of them were girls and they are better equppied to deal with the vague job roles of the music industry. They can selflessly leave their egos at the door when dealing with the 60% ass holes that you find yourself dealing with in that line of work. They can play off up to five different, difficult bastards who think that the world revolves around their feckless artists. Dealing with each of their individual, thankless tasks with equal care and attention.

Men are easy to work with, it's when you get TOO many girls on board that you have problems.

I'm so pissed off and bored that I googled myself and was pleasantly reminded that I've written some good reviews in my life:

Queens of the Stone Age ages ago

also Gomez

Sometimes I think that's probably the smartest I've ever been. I've been asked to write an article about Chris Anderson and beside from fucking up a live web interview with him, I have no proir knowledge. But as I have no other employment, and at the moment no other purpose in life, I shall take on the task.

Sometimes, I hide my face because I cannot even look you in the eye. Although sometimes I cast you glances when you are not there.

Our life is a song.


My friend Johnny from I Am Kloot has written the most beautiful song called 'Fingerprints'. Gives me chills everytime I hear it. Won't be released for a while, but here are the werds.







"If heaven is place upon your skin
That I may touched from without and to within
Then dust yourself with fingerprints and grin
Cause I'm not going to stay
With these people whose ideas are just what other people say
I will walk away
From the feelings that are filling up my life with days

And I guess that I've been singing all my life
Well, that right, that is fine
I've been spending all your money and your time
Well, that is right, and that is fine
Cause we're not going to stay
With these feelings that are filling up our lives with days
We will walk away
From the people whose ideas are just what other people say

And if the crowd that is gathered is confused
Trembling inside in solitude
They've got nothing left to use
We've got all the bullets but there's no one left to shoot

I'm not going to stay with
The people whose ideas are just what other people stay
I will walk away
From the feelings that are filling up my life with days

If heaven is a place upon your skin
That I may have touched from without and to within
Then dust yourself for fingerprints and grin"

Three men sang me their songs of freedom on Koh Lanta ...


Bonfire night fell on Loy Kratong, a big full moon festival marking the end of the rainy season, though the weather's haywire this year and it's still raining every day and flooding in the north. On Lanta island I made little lotus boats from candles, flowers, driftwood, banana trees, incense and discarded gold with Thai friends from Reggae House. They're sent out on the water when the moon's high, to thank the goddess of the rivers and oceans for the water and apologise for the mess that people make polluting it. If they stay lit, and sail away, any misfortune sails away with them, and you make wishes.

There was a mad lightning storm across the whole island and out to sea for hours that night, and I was pissed up drinking buckets of Sangsom (cheap Thai rum) on the beach.




An honour to the lady, and she protects me in the sea.
An adventure she sent me, I love you maman.
But then he told me who he was.
"I hate you!" I said,
"You've been away too long."

"You know, the sea heals all" I told him.
"Ideology." says he
But as they go not such a bad one;
And to the sea goes he.

Was supposed to be watching The Fall at The Warehouse Project but spent the majority of the evening in the production office drinking and showing off. The evening ended in whirls and spins after we found an abandoned trolley which made for a thrilling vehicle to dick about in. I have the worst ever bruise on my thigh and an actual graze on my knee. I can't remember the last time I had a scab on my knee - quite looking forward to it.

Was the first evening for ages where I haven't been working, or supporting someone else who's working. Was such a joy to be in enjoayable female company and laugh wildly with the ladies. Gave Tony Wilson some stickers from The Guardian and asked Elliot Eastwick if he really knows who I am (or does he just choose to be polite whenever I come over and say Hi). What a good do!