| Thursday May 18 It rains. I decide I need to write for Mojo if only because it's a decent magazine, one of the few. And also because it would be one in Uncut's eye - a magazine that has singularly ignored me ever since VOX's demise. Devo is the name in the frame. A Ramones interview is also touted, and I have three web sites already chomping at the bit... but I'm not sure that's enough. PRs like their hands grubby from print. More triple commissions trickle in. I start to worry whether I will ever see Melbourne again. Jon and Tobi dart in and out of view, sometimes stopping to chat and remind me of what it was like when I had friends. An Ali G video sits on top of the television set: our sad attempt to remain on the ball. (A few days later, The Times magazine asks me if I fancy the job of sorting out three pop culture items every week. This is irony, right?) Andrew Mueller continues to e-mail me with genius bastard snippets of his work. I speak to more press agents and the occasional editor. Arrange a meeting with Ian Gittins (Virgin Books) about "Live Through This" - the missing Everett True years. Already I'm becoming pissed off with this weird mysterious creature I inadvertently created a few years back. I liked Melbourne because the only respect I was given came through graft - not through a reputation way out of kilter with reality. Already, the lines are too blurred. Ben Stud calls, now formerly of the parish of Loaded (again) with a message about punk rock Internet TV and a promise to meet up at the weekend which of course fails to materialise. I still fail to understand every third word he says. © Everett True 2000 |
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