thursday november 8th
i don't take a shower before i have sex
"stephen malkmus is a wanker with a capital wank" - the rutgers review
that quote kinda caught my eye because i haven't seen sm be dissed in the media....uh, ever, actually.
but the more i think about it, the more i realise that stephen malkmus really isn't as cool as he once was...
and it's a shame because he used to be all goofy and cute and challenge courtney love to crossword puzzle competitions and he made up a song called 'jason lowenstein's a wanker' at lollapolooza 1995 and he danced upon a sunken stage at glastonbury and told the crowd, 'i hope you snogged everyone you wanted to snog...time isn't on our side.'
and now he is using his male model good looks to sell a record that is kinda cool, but it doesn't seem to have been written by the same person who floored me with the twisted ways of wowee zowee or the calming crooked rain.
he gets his girlfriend to be his own lil cheerleader and smash the tamborine at his shows, which is kinda fun, but not really a stephen malkmus kinda thing. he does yoga. he drives a posh car.
i love the fact that he can be a meanie. he fucked damon albarn's girl, (bobby n said of stephen as he left her flat in london, 'it looked as if she had rearranged his hair...with her thighs') and he has been dissing blur ever since, because blur went all pavement-esque. i think it's pretty cool that sm doesn't like people copying him. i hate people copying me too. i also like the fact that he can have crazy sexy affairs with girls in pseudo punk bands. you can kinda tell he's a heart breaker.
it's weird, maybe i just had this set idealistic view of sm that i didn't think would change. this is the man who sang, 'i put a spy cam in a soriety'. he had a tee that read, 'fuck art, lets dance'. i like the way he used to be. i can't explain it.
but that doesn't stop me dreaming about him, no siree. in fact, i dream about sm more than any other celebrity, apart from christina ricci. she is in my dreams a lot - but i digress...
i dream of him often. this time last year i actually dreamt an entire pavement gig. even though i was dreaming it all, i still had to stand through the whole of 'cream of gold' even though i would have preferred them to play 'at & t' or something. i could feel my legs ache as they sometimes do when i go see bands. and i watched sm in his trousers blink against the sun and hold his gold glitzy geetar that thankfully he hasn't ditched since becoming a jick.
but, dear reader, i wish wish wish, that i hadn't ever seen this. i can hardly bear to read it! fuck!
key quote:
heather: i think yr music is sexy
s.m : that's because you think i'm sexy
ack! responses in my guestbook if you give half a fuck!
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