Once again I am surprisingly compos mentis after a convivial night. I am too old to be living a bachelor lifestyle and miss Corinna very much. I will be very relieved when she arrives home on tuesday night. In the meantime Richard and I are doing a talk at Appledore Library tonight at 7:30, and we will even have Pru the dog with us. Prudence is sulking massively because Corinna is away, and I didn't think that leaving her alone was a terribly good idea. I have a whole slew of books I am reading at the moment including an anthology of Hunter Thompson at Rolling Stone, the massively lavish 50th anniversary book of the Rolling Stones, and Neil Young's increasingly chaotic autobiography.
We start off with our daily visit to Thom the World Poet..
How does one categorise a story about the Jefferson Starship webmaster being hit on the head by a tree, and then nursing it with a bottle of broon? Tree-mendous fun, eh readers?
Max thinks that I will take exception to the Rolling Stone list of the greatest prog bands. I do, but not as flamboyantly as he thinks.
On tuesday Michael Des Barres is on the world's favourite TV show (which I have to admit, I still haven't seen)
This weekend Rick Wakeman is in New Zealand, with an amusing anecdote about the KGB
More news on Annie Haslam's injured back
The Gonzo Daily is a two way process. If you have any news or want to write for us, please contact me at jon@eclipse.co.uk. If you are an artist and want to showcase your work, or even just say hello please write to me at gonzo@cfz.org.uk. Please copy, paste and spread the word about this magazine as widely as possible. We need people to read us in order to grow, and as soon as it is viable we shall be invading more traditional magaziney areas. Join in the fun, spread the word, and maybe if we all chant loud enough we CAN stop it raining. See you tomorrow...
The Gonzo Daily is - as the name implies - a daily online magazine (mostly) about artists connected to the Gonzo Multimedia group of companies. But it also has other stuff as and when the editor feels like it. The Editor is an old hippy of 53 who - together with his orange cat - puts it all together from a converted potato shed in a tumbledown cottage deep in rural Devon. He is ably assisted by his lovely wife Corinna, his bulldog/boxer Prudence, and a motley collection of social malcontents. Plus.. did we mention the orange cat?
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