p.s. Hey. ** Niko, Hi, Niko, very nice to meet you. I find them on escorts sites, yes, about a dozen or so of them that I check/scour. Obviously, the ones I show are very unusual ones, as most escorts’ ads are very cut and dry. The way they resonate with me is quite complicated. On the one hand, yeah, I think their authenticity is inherently questionable based on not just the research and thinking/imagining I did for ‘The Sluts’, but also because there’s just an illogic to some of the escorts’ and commenters’ claims. But that illogic gets messy because when reading the profiles with the intention they ask, i.e. ‘Want me.’ ‘I do.’, the readers’ fantasies and desire for wish fulfilment can be very blinding re: plausibility. It interests me if/whether the escorts and comments/clients understand that gray area and are playing within it. I think some are, but I suspect most aren’t at least consciously. Not knowing, only being able to guess, trying to sort wishing from assessing, etc., gives the profiles a really meta effect, at least for me, moreso because I think the way they use language is fascinating, sometimes beautiful, sometimes comically ‘illiterate’, sometimes vulnerably and explosively emotional. I do find the profiles sometimes quite scary and/or moving. I suppose that’s what draws me to them the most, given the interests I have in my work in general. Sorry to go on and on. I hope that makes sense and has something to do with your thoughts/questions? Thanks a lot. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Ha ha. The cursed ‘this video is not available in your country’ thing kept your escorts song a mystery. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Thus far there is no sign in Europe that I can tell that the escort sites based here are in any danger. The sites I use to make the posts are all based in Europe, the UK, or Eastern Europe. They’re flourishing and proliferating, if anything. I have noticed that over the past, I don’t know, eight months or so, there’s been a big influx of American escorts into these sites. Before, you’d be ‘lucky’ to find two or three American escorts advertising there. Now they’re almost as present as European escorts. I think the US escorts are migrating into the sites here, and the guys seeking them out appear to be using the sites here more regularly as well. Nice, the Television bootleg. I suppose you’ve heard the boot of the unreleased, unfinished version of Marquee Moon produced by Eno. Such a nice combo in theory, but the recordings themselves are really dead-sounding and wrongheaded. ** Bill, Thanks, B. Business sucks. And thanks about the Renfro interview. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, literally 15 minutes after I left him, his agent called and furiously threatened me that if I didn’t cut some of what Brad said in the interview, he would make it so ‘I never worked again’ and so on. It was intense. And the stuff Brad said that was such a problem was just some sincere, honest talk about his drug arrest and couple of other harmless things. The poor guy already seemed so troubled during the interview, and with his handlers acting so excessively controlling, it just made him seem even more of a tragic figure. Weird. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! Yeah, it’ll happen somehow at some point, for sure. Sorry for ranting about the producer yesterday. I was having a moment. No, it’s really not possible to extricate the project from the producer now that we’ve signed contracts with her. We’ll just soldier on and do what we can. No, you didn’t tell me about those scrapbooks. That’s so cool, wow! I’m honored. So cool. My day … I saw some visiting musician friends, blabbed, had lunch, talked about a intermedia collaboration that Zac and I are working on with them, it was nice. Producer shit, no progress. More seeming good news about PGL that, yeah, I can’t talk about yet. I hate all this secrecy and having to wait. It was a mostly good day. Anything happen with you today that it would be interesting to share? ** Alex rose, Hi, Alex! I think they’re flexible in death’s regard, in the immediate term at least? Ah, the cannibals, those were the days. I think you’d have to be a simple-minded beast to take the 60 minute option and feel satisfied. Or a normal person maybe. I want to get my head off. I mean the one on my shoulders. Seriously, about their hair. That’s probably my fault since I think I sometimes pick them for their hair, and their faces are just … hints, or ‘who knows what’s behind that fantastic curtain’? Etc. You could never tap too much, maestro. Love back! ** Jamie, Hi, man! I’m happy to hear you were away for pleasurable reasons. You’re doing better then, body-wise? Yass! Colin Herd, what a lovely guy. He was a regular here on this blog for a long time. Yeah, our past due payment is a massive drag. Uh, current plan is to get the script to ARTE asap, whereupon we will be due even more payment, and if she hasn’t paid us by then, the big guns come in and the threats would get serious. Ah, yeah, keep that title for now. No worries. I’ve been finishing the TV script, doing this and that. Yes, we want to make a short film to kill time while the big film gets financed. Some cool ideas re: that, but we’ll see. Is yes or no being even a bit more Siren-ic? I’m going to try to live up to your hope for my day. May your Wednesday secretly record The Beatles playing a never released song in 1967 and auction off the recording at Sothebys in 2018, netting you a cool £10,000,000. Sharpening pencil love, Dennis ** Wolf, Whoop, whoop whoop! Zac said he suspects she’s from the South. However, no, she is very unfriendly, but in the most charming manner. I’ve always loved leftover lasagna. Sometimes when I eat new lasagna, I fantasise that it’s been sitting overnight in a fridge covered by Saran Wrap then reheated and has a much tougher, crisper surface than it has. I like Lynne’s work tons, but I don’t think I recognise any similarities with my stuff, but I can’t really see my stuff from the outside, I guess. Yeah, what’s the fucking deal with all this interest in that fucking royal wedding? And not just in the UK. I turned on CNN last night, and it was, like, 70% Harry and Meghan and, like, 30% everything else. But I don’t understand the world, Wolf. Like I don’t understand why something like 70% of my Facebook friends were having a weepy group hug yesterday because Margot Kidder died. If I played Slayer loud, due to the configuration of my building, everyone in my building would also get a non-consensual Slayer concert, and I like being on the down low around here. Dude, you’re on fire! keep burning! ** Kyler, Well, you’re a sweetie-pie, but I don’t think of your work in the same corrosive breath with Peter Sotos’s. What am I missing, ha ha? ** Misanthrope, My parents were pretty shitty and erratic and awful when I was forming, and I’m just one rhumba step less goody-goody than Kylie Minogue, so go figure. Hope you got a good sleep. ** JM, The new ‘Twin Peaks’ is an absolute must, yep. I think a lot of the escort profiles are very amusingly written and structured. Their insides not so much, but it’s a great combo. Thanks about the producer. Being rendered all but helpless is the fucking worst, you know? ** Okay. I was foraging around in my dead blog’s archive and found this old thing you see today, and I thought it deserved another go round. See you tomorrow.