“I had this melody in my head for a while, and I wanted to have this sort of grand song about a love story,” Armstrong recalled. “I think it was around 1993, early ’93, when the song was first written.”

“I thought the song could have this intro that would be like a ballad that would blast into the full band coming in, making it like a rocker. I did a beatbox effect with my mouth to create the drum sound.”

 "The true confession is I was on crystal meth when I wrote the lyrics to it. And I thought I was writing the greatest song ever…As you know, with drugs, they wear off. And then, I felt like I’d written the worst song ever.”

“I thought that the lyrics were just embarrassingly bad. I had a few songs before that I’d written on drugs, but this one was the most pitiful I felt after.”

“I think I just got the courage to get into it again, trying to write the lyrics. And it was the best decision I’d ever made, probably, as a songwriter. The approach sort of changed where now, the song, it was about panic attacks"

“I had had panic attacks since I was about 10 or 11 years old. But that was in the ’80s, and no one really knew what those things were. I guess they would call it mental health now, but back then it was just like, you’re having a panic attack, wait till it’s over, you know, breathe into this paper bag.”

 “There were times that I would wake up in the middle of the night with panic attacks and I would ride my bike through the streets to kind of let it wear off. And so that was one way of dealing with it for me, was, you know, writing lyrics about, you feel like you’re going crazy, but you ride it out, and you’re not.”

 

Thank you to Charlie Davenport for organising this exhibition 'Dog'  and including my work

it was a large stick chewed by dogs that I found in the park adjoining St Pancras Old Church 

 

PDF of full documentation of the show here

https://www.chapter.org/whats-on/experimentica-24-naomi-pearce-and-stuart-middleton-i-lay-waiting

In a world where everyone vies for attention online, some for monetary reasons, some for ego, many for both, the ultimate signifier in 2024 is signing out.

delete your accounts whilst it's still considered mad Come surf the true edge 

Of dis-connectivity 

The Human Model

7 March – 20 April 2024  Private View: Wednesday 6 March, 6–8pm Carlos/Ishikawa, London E14UN

A today's tepid take on saltburn 

Jacob elordi character makes it cool to be a naive and kind, so kind and charming posh cnt

And it's not cool it's stupid

  

The most terrifying thing to them is a normal person. That's like the biggest monster they can imagine

You think we want your lives? Your houses? 

We want to be free to imagine our own lives

Build our own houses. And we can't do that whilst you have your disgusting lives. That's why we want to destroy you. 

"I think that the practice of art is an examination of visual communication. People have to recognize visual culture as a constructed language, a language that acquires meanings through its construction. The art viewer should not simply be a patsy who performs a set of knee-jerk responses in reaction to a set of visual conventions. Art should be more complex than that."

https://magazine.art21.org/2010/08/25/not-playing-the-patsy/

http://archiv.jablonkagalerie.com/html/venloerstrasse/151191/02.html