
Bowie, Grandma and Me
The transmission was clear, but what I was seeing was not. “What is this?” my Grandmother asked, alarmed. She was Continue reading
Don’t you wonder sometimes, ‘Bout sound and vision?
Then watch this space for thoughts, synopses, recommendations, and capsule reviews of all the latest music, cinema and literature deemed fit for mass consumption and therefore ripe for an absurdist critical analysis.
You may ask yourselves – Cameron, how do you find the time to indulge in all this culture? Well …
Blue, blue, electric blue. That’s the colour of my room where I will live. Pale blinds, drawn all day. Nothing to do, nothing to say.
I hope my solitary efforts stir your curiosity. Now you can sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision. Drifting into your solitude, over your head. Don’t you wonder sometimes, ‘Bout sound and vision?
(with respects to David Bowie)
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