Dust particles

Still in Denmark (blog posts here, here and here) and I’m finding that, as I pointlessly dust myself down (another dust storm coming soon, well not storm, just 100,000 people kicking up dry dirt) my mind isn’t wandering off into thinking about Fairtrade whips or publishing ideas anymore.

Perhaps it is being weary, perhaps it is being wary of just sounding stupid when I spend precious moments of keeping my sunburn in the shade writing nonchalantly about nonsense.

I have been reading a lot about people writing books on rock stars. Record Collector features editor and sometimes Bearded contributor Jason Draper is soon to have a book published on Prince, and Plan B scribe Stevie Chick has recently had a book on Sonic Youth commissioned.

It got me thinking on who would be the subject of my first great rock novel. I concluded that given my dedication to independent music and my love of obscure, unique and inspirational songs my subject matter would be John Dwyer (of Coachwhips, Thee Oh Sees, Pink & Brown… err… fame). I interviewed him a month ago when Thee Oh Sees played in London and he was a great character, amazing interviewee because he just told tale after tale. From a man who once attacked an audience member with his guitar during a Hospitals gig, I was more than surprised.

So if there are any publishers out there who want an awesome rock and roll story about one of music’s biggest but most ingenious self-proclaimed arsehole, give me a call.

Currently listening to ‘Boredom’ by The Buzzcocks (through a barn door)