Monday, 13 August 2012

I'm waiting for some heavy news before I get excited

But what are the chances? It's still August, for Christ's sake! And it's the early hours of the morning. Oh, I'll keep waiting.

No one needs me for that crap, anyway. (Especially not you.) I ain't gonna save no souls with talk of new hedge funds launching and old hedge funds closing. Man, I was born for better things. You know it. I know it. Who are we kidding here? I'm glad we understand each other. I mean, we're really on the same wavelength, aren't we? There's no bullshit between us. Yeah, bosom buddies. It's so beautiful.

Let's have some music. But not The Kinks. I saw Ray Davies tonight on the Olympics thing. A nice man, but isn't it time he wrote some new songs? It's like Harold Pinter getting to 1965 with The Homecoming and then saying to himself: 'That's enough now. I'm going to take it easy for the next forty years.' But some people keep going, and they get better and better. Yeats did. And look at Sean Penn! In the Eighties he was just a punk. Now he's got two best actor Oscars. That's double De Niro (one best, one supporting). What the fuck has De Niro been doing since Raging Bull? If you're an artist you've got to keep your shit together at all times. You never know who's coming up behind you. The only artist I can forgive for slacking off is Picasso. That guy was at the top of his game for forty years and he tore every other painter in history a new arsehole. Maybe he should have gone into abstraction and conceptualism, I don't know. But I think he did enough. And in a funny way, I like the slapdash paintings he made later on. Basically saying to the world: 'Fuck you, I'm Picasso.'