The Gonzo Daily - Tuesday
Today is a weird day. Despite what those in power
over us claim, the green shoots of recovery do not seem to be sprouting in the
CFZ garden. Sadly also the costs of all sorts of things to do with manufacturing
books have gone up, from postage to handling and although we are not a business,
and despise the profit motive, we don't actually want to LOSE money so are
forced to pass these costs on to our authors which is causing rumblings of
discontent in some quarters. These rumblings are quite understandable, but there
is nothing we can do about it, honest. I was also approached this morning by a
local college about taking on a young nephew of mine as an apprentice. I would
be happy to do this, but because he is over 19, it turns out that I have to pay
twelve hundred quid for the privelige. It is getting harder and harder to be an
anti-capitalist every day.
Several people in my extended family have big
problems at the moment; no names, no packdrill, but in the last twenty four
hours I have been talking to one young lady who is seriously physically ill,
another who - after therapy - is going through absolutely vile pieces of
realisation about her past, and another young person who is going through a
complex period of re-evaluation. Join me in sending love and healing vibes to
them all.
Rick Wakeman, Jethro Tull, Renaissance, John
Lennon, Jon Anderson, Yes, Hawkwind, and Daevid Allen fans had better look
out!
The latest issue of Gonzo Weekly (#113) is
available to read at www.gonzoweekly.com, and to download at http://www.gonzoweekly.com/pdf/. It
has Rick Wakeman on the front cover and everything you will want to know about
his new tour, Jon reviews a book which wonders what would have happened if John
Lennon had left the Beatles back in 1960, we send Richard Stellar to a desert
island, givce you the new Renaissance tour dates, and there are shows from the
multi-talented Neil Nixon at Strange Fruit and from M Destiny at Friday Night
Progressive, and the titular submarine dwellers are still lost at sea. There is
also a collection of more news, reviews, views, interviews and antyichinuses
looking for clues (OK, nothing to do with small marsupials playing at being
Sherlock Holmes, but I got carried away with things that rhymed with OOOOS) than
you can shake a stick at. And the best part is IT's ABSOLUTELY
FREE!!!
Read the previous few issues of Gonzo
Weekly:
All issues from #70 can be downloaded at www.gonzoweekly.com if you prefer. If you
have problems downloading, just email me and I will add you to the Gonzo Weekly
dropbox. The first 69 issues are archived there as well. Information is power
chaps, we have to share it!
* 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 same team also
do a weekly newsletter called - imaginatively - The Gonzo Weekly. Find out about
it at this link:
www.gonzo-multimedia.blogspot.com/…/all-gonzo-news-wots-fit…
* We should probably mention here, that some of our posts are links to
things we have found on the internet that we think are of interest. We are not
responsible for spelling or factual errors in other people's websites. Honest
guv!
* Jon Downes, the Editor of all these ventures (and several others) is an
old hippy of 55 who - together with an infantile orange cat named after a song
by Frank Zappa puts it all together from a converted potato shed in a tumbledown
cottage deep in rural Devon which he shares with various fish, and sometimes a
small Indian frog. He is ably assisted by his lovely wife Corinna, his
bulldog/boxer Prudence, his elderly mother-in-law, and a motley collection of
social malcontents. Plus.. did we mention the infantile orange
cat?