The Gonzo Daily - Friday/Saturday
I was 12 in 1971, and never saw A Clockwork Orange
during the brief time that it was in the cinema. Even if it ever got as far as
The Odeon in Bideford (long since closed and turned into a block of sheltered
flats for old people) my parents would not have let me go, and my cultural
interests at the time were more involved with reading Biggles books by Capt W E
Johns, or the William books of Richmal Crompton (both of which I still read
today, by the way) than investigating the ultraviolence that Alex and his Droogs
perpetuated upon society.
I finally saw it one night fifteen years ago, when
together with several friends and my then girlfriend I went to the cinema in
Exeter for a special late night showing. The most disturbing bit of the film for
me took place about two thirds of the way through the film. Over to
“Two years into the sentence, the Minister of the
Interior arrives at the prison looking for test subjects for the Ludovico
technique, an experimental aversion therapy for rehabilitating criminals within
two weeks; Alex readily volunteers. The process involves drugging the subject,
strapping him to a chair, propping his eyelids open, and forcing him to watch
images of violence. Alex becomes nauseated due to the drugs.”
Today I became Alex. No. I did not disappear with
some malchicks into Burgess’s terrifying Nadsat world. But I did sit in a chair
whilst chemicals were put in my eyes, and I became mildly dizzy and queasy.
It was my annual diabetic eye screening, and when I
came home after hanging around Bideford for three hours waiting for some
medication, I was so tired and queasy I went to bed.
So an appypolly loggy lewdies and droogs. After
having drencom in m’glazz, and a pain in m’gulliver I was forced to leave the
blogs to this evening.
Edgar Froese, Tangerine Dream, John Lydon, Grateful Dead, Jon Anderson,
Yes, Hawkwind, and Daevid Allen fans had better look out!
The latest issue of Gonzo Weekly (#115) will soon be available to read at
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It has Edgar Froese from Tangerine Dream on the front cover. As you may know he
died about ten days ago. Inside there is a retrospective by Doug Harr and Rob
Ayling remembers his relationship with the man who defined electronic music. I
critique the extraordinary new John Lydon autobiography, and also burble on
about The Grateful Dead. We have news about the Drones for Daevid concert in
Brighton next week, and we send the legendary Roy Weard to a desert island. Xtul
are on the road to Norwich, 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 southern dibblers wearing new shoes
(OK, nothing to do with small marsupials in search of snazzy footwear, 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!!!
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