“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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19 September 2013

HEY LOWELL! LOOK OUT MY BACK DOOR!

Look what happened to the workshop!  Reminds me of that overtly human Prince Amongst Men, the sweet soulful son of the Sears and Roebuck spark-plug wrench socket and the electricity he generated rubbing it up and down a tight-strung Strat: Lowell George : "I got mysterious wysterias  hangin in the air" ...  for the one and only vid of Lowell teaching socket wrench slide [in this case to some utterly stupid German press berks]  cry here ... which helped me see the Yangarra farmyard before this afternoon's thunderstorm ... to get that vibe, click this ... photo by Philip White

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