APOCALYPSE: Celebration, Revelation and Contemplation. Bruce Dickinson speaking at the unveiling of William Blake's Gravestone, which I filmed on Sunday 12th August 2018.
I'm not as scholastic on J-pop as I would like, but one of my stand-out favourites is the horror-themed girl group Necronomidol. They're a fusion of electro-pop and metal, with an aesthetic that mixes Gothic-Kawaii with Kabuki (If only Western pop-music could be that creative). The band have toured frequently in the Far-East and are now bringing an exclusive one-off UK show to the Water Rats in King's Cross. I've already booked a ticket. I think you need to as well.
Sad to hear that David Axelrod, the American musician/composer and fellow Blakean died on February 5th due to complications from a brain aneurysm. He was 85.
Axelrod, like his London inspirer, never reached the audience he deserved in his lifetime, but his debut album Songs of Innocence, release in 1968 and named after William Blake's llustrated collection of poems, perhaps remains his best known work. It's a majestic and haunting piece of art. RIP good sir.
Friday is the hallowed day. A day to be praised & revered. The day that marks our victory over the trial of sorrows and lassitude of the working week to the shining uplands of Saturday and Sunday, before the crypt-world chains of Monday come to enslave us again. Friday: Pie 'n' Eels Day! A Cockney thing. You wouldn't understand.
I've been summoning UFOs, or what I call VTEs (Variable Topological Entites*) for over four years now, but as of yet have remained quietish about it. It's within only in the last year that I actually confided these abilties with a handful of friends - most of whom are 'magicians' themsleves or at least open to esoteric ideas.
Haven't left the house, seen daylight, nor spoken to anyone directly in six days. Just sat here in the darkness working on my latest personal piece, Liber Rebil. I'm living the dream…
A chance meeting with an old acquaintance on a social media site a few years ago lead to a rather wonderful discovery. My friend and I were doing the causal catch-up with each others' lives when the topic of conversation inevitably got round to where each of us was living. After I told my friend that I was currently domiciled in Ilford, east-London, I was thrilled to be informed by her that the final resting place of one of my all time favourite artists and occultists, Austin Osman Spare (1886-1956), was in St Mary's Church Ilford, a mere stones throw from my house. This came as a complete shock for I had been living there and the surrounding area for most of my life, and was completely oblivious to this remarkable fact. It seems that even amongst AOS's enthusiast and devotees the precise location had been somewhat of a mystery.
After several fruitless searches trying to locate AOS's grave in St Mary's, I finally managed to track it down with the help of my friend and Austin Osman Spare expert, Chris Chibnall. Austin died in poverty and obscurity in 1957 and was buried with his parents in their rather modest grave. As you can see from the below video clip that I took the grave has no headstone and Austin's name is absent from the epitaph. Only that of his father, Philip Newton Spare (1857-1928), and mother Eliza Ann Adelaide (1860-1939) are present - along with an accompanying quote taken from a hymn by the poet and hymn writer, Charlotte Elliot (1789-1872); "Just as I am, without one plea".