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  • davidwills 3:18 pm on July 25, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    David Wills and Barney Bubbles – Blow Up Oz 12 

    Welcome to a digitally inflatable copy of Oz 12. Click on an image once, and then when it has opened in a new screen click on it again and it’ll go supersize XXXL as never seen before on the world-wide-web.

  • davidwills 6:44 pm on July 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Keith Richards and his lot lived in Edith Grove down the road from us in Peterborough Road 

    Been reading the brilliant ‘Life’ by Keith Richards. Seems as how Keith and Co, The Stones, lived over in Edith Grove, Fulham, in 1962. Well, my flat-mate Chris Higson went to a party there, “Scored.” whatever that meant. They lived just down the road from us. We lived on Peterborough Road in Parsons Green where  Higson, Mick Jackson, both illustrators, John Steele (for a while), and I, graphics, lived with cardboard walls and a mould problem. Plus with Nook and Jim Bunker at one time for a bit, when she was pregnant with Zoe and wanted by the cops as a runaway from Staines. I lived there  in 1961/2, real taters, coldest fucking winter since ever. Like Keith, we sold beer-bottle empties we found littering the floor and crevices of the ugly apartment the morning after the night ‘afore. Sold ’em back to the off-licence, got enough, about 3s/6d (3-shillings and sixpence) for a bacon sandwich and a cuppa  in the morning at the Station Caff.

    (There’s a photo in the Box of Tricks by me of Higson and a Tiger scull.)

  • davidwills 2:36 am on July 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    Masie P does Bengali in Whitton on a visit to Colin Fulcher’s home town haunts 

    Masie P. writes: I had a brief stay back in Twickenham last week and had yet another culinary delight from Whitton High Street.  A new Bengali restaurant has opened where the John Greigs store used to be.  It’s in the style of Southall High Street eateries, but a little more refined than the stand-up takeaway.  It is of course, completely vegetarian and non-alcoholic and the food comes in pantechnicon-sized containers and costs pennies.
    I took my son and eldest grand-daughter for a birthday treat… eight…  and the waiter was amazed that such a wee child was relishing the chillies in the dhosa.  Takes after her Nanna. 🙂
    Been painting blue angels all week…  I seem to have a comic-book streak hidden away in me somewhere, that keeps making a break for it.
  • davidwills 6:44 am on January 4, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    This year, 2011, is the first year of the second decade of the 20th century and yet – still no hover cars 

    This year, 2011, is the first year of the second decade of the 20th century and takes us 10% of the way through the 21st century, and yet – still no hover cars. Howsoever, my good friend, the inventor Deborah, writes to say that this year is special because there are four dates which are graphics-worthy examples of the confluence of like minded, duplicated numerals and which, in addition I may point out, are binary to the max. They are, 1.1.11 and 1.11.11 and 11.1.11 aaannnndddd… roll of drums… 11.11.11, doesn’t happen again for a century. As Deborah says, not too many years where that happens.

  • davidwills 11:51 pm on March 19, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    A Neighbor on Avonmore Road looks quizzically at lens 

    This girl was a part of the roadside audience while painting our psychedelic bus in 1967.
    Photograph by David Wills.

  • davidwills 1:18 am on December 4, 2009 Permalink
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    The ‘Sounds good evening’ 

    Photograph by David Wills Copyright 2011.

    Here the jolly fun at Leigh Court is captured during the Sounds Good Evening in 1967 in a photograph by me. Various folk are recognizable, but many of the names are a part of history that escapes me. Lower right is Jenny, the football (soccer) poet, Crispin’s amour.  Jenny and Crispin are still an item, living in Spain I think. No doubt some of these good people will bless us with their mems of the occasion. More than that I’m lothe to conjecture, maybe more words will come as I sleep on it. Was that a good time or what? This was the time we lined the flat in plastic to avoid a repeat of the flying pastry dough on the carpet. It was the primer for all parties that followed.

    It is an irrefutable fact, acknowledged by all, that the future Right Honorable Lady Wordsworth, with or without spectacles, is nowhere to be seen in this assembly.

    • Michel 2:05 am on March 8, 2011 Permalink

      The girl with the head-scarf at lower right is Patricia Kinsella who worked as Barney’s assistant for a while. I’m still in touch with her and know she will be astonished to see this!

    • davidwills 4:10 pm on March 8, 2011 Permalink

      … the Lady Wordsworth would again like to emphasize that is most certainly not her in this shocking picure, either, so she says.

      Those pictures of the Stones(?) on the wall were lent by Ginny Clive-Smith at Conran.

      I look at this picture and again see the influence of Warhol’s Factory at work here. No speed-kills use here, a few of us smoked hashish-in-tobacco joints. Though this was later to change for Barney to frequently daily LSD use from 1969 on. Wild. Seemingly licentious times, but not really licentious, too suburban for that. Compared to the average goings-on about town we art students and kin ruled a wild world of boss art activity that echoes on yet.

      In San Francisco I once interviewed a prospective room-mate who was a 4 year participant in the army Co-intellpro (Sp?) tests on the effects of long term acid (LSD) use. It wasn’t pretty, I didn’t rent to him.

  • davidwills 11:21 pm on November 30, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    A1GGz Ultimate.


  • davidwills 1:25 am on November 7, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    DWills@uamail.albany.edu David Wills ori… 

    DWills@uamail.albany.edu David Wills original research was in Surrealist poetry but his published work has concentrated on literary theory, especially the work of Derrida, film theory and comparative literature.
    In which writing functions as a technological in/outgrowth of the body. Wills’ major work, developed first in Prosthesis (Stanford, 1995), concerns on the one hand the originary technology or “non-naturalness” of the human, and on the other, the ways in which writing functions as a technological in/outgrowth of the body. Those ideas are extended via what he calls “dorsality,” a thinking of the back and what is behind – the other of the facial – where the emphasis is on certain ethical, political and sexual implications of a technological rewriting of identity. In recent work he also investigates the question of conceptual invention against the background of musical improvisation, for example in jazz, and the instrumentality or technology of the voice.

  • davidwills 8:39 pm on April 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    A story about red rubber, acid-proof safety-gloves hanging on hooks in a row 



    Damn, these are transcendently* chill.

    This reminds me that, Fulcher, as Barney Bubbles then was, said the best thing about our visit to the Fulham gasworks in ’63, was the rack of red rubber, acid-proof safety-gloves hanging on hooks in a row.

    I think Fulcher/Barney’s recurring images of masks and  the use here of gloves (masks for hands), as I’ve writ elsewhere, comes from his visual amusement in ‘change.’ This was the word he chose to answer his teachers, John Kirby and Wentworth Shields’ exercise to choose a significant word and illustrate it graphically.

    It also reminds me of his excitement in 1964 reading Puddin’ Head Wilson, Mark Twain’s book that plays with identity exchange, and how, based on the story, he asked sculptor David ‘Chas’ Chedgey to swap identities with him.

    The grin in the glove with crooked teeth: In his twenties, Barney, like many then in Britain, had rotten, crooked and yellow teeth. His chum, Kate Moon, has said that Barney’s were a recurring problem, that when he had them fixed, at about the same time she cut his long hair, around 1975, they were transformative events in his life.

    I also dimly remember saying to Barney on a visit sometime about then, outside 307 Portobello, that he should get his pegs fixed. I remember for two reasons, one because I suffered from the same problem myself and had had dental work done in San Francisco at great expense by a fairly incompetent dentist called Kirby, but which made a huge difference to my comfort, and two, because it was so unusual for either of us to have such a personal conversation.

    You can see evidence of this dentaphobic behavior in early pictures of Barney where he often has his hand over his mouth to hide his teeth. See us three workers posing to commemorate completing the first Music Video (which co-incidentally features a broken guitar), and deliberately facing away to hide while painting the A1GGz’s bus. Barney generally disliked getting his picture taken. Unless of course he was directing the shoot – see The Erections.


    About this sleeve: This record is not an album, but a seven inch single. The back, where the hammer and sickle is made from the parts of a demolished guitar, is Barney’s take on the flag of the USSR, whose early Agitprop graphics inspired him so. The dots on the labels spell out N for Nick and L for Lowe.

    • I had earlier mistakenly spelled transendental (better than others) as transendentally (cosmic) which is not what I meant, but possibly true if you’re into that sort of thing.
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    • rebecca and mike 6:42 am on May 1, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      hmmm… industrial-strength rubber gloves…
      another one makes an appearance on the inside sleeve of Elvis Costello’s ‘This Years Model’, UK issue 1978.

    • davidwills 6:45 pm on May 1, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you very much for adding substance to the lore of Fulcher’s Big Adventure. Where is the glove on This Year’s Model? a quick glance at Google images revealed naught.

    • rebecca and mike 6:41 am on May 2, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      on the inner sleeve (not the outer sleeve)

    • davidwills 8:29 pm on May 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Visiting London in ’75, while standing outside 307 Portobello on a sunny day as Barney showed off his new Hawkwind graphics, I told him that, having had some intense dental work of my own, I knew it would seriously change his life if he got his bright-yellow, seriously-crooked British teeth fixed, I go, “You should git yer teef fixed.” He’s all, “Yeah.”

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