Name a CD you own that no-one else on your friends list does:
Red Sparowes – ‘At the Soundless Dawn’
Not even available until the end of February, this is perhaps the strongest and most refreshing album I’ve heard in over a year. Basically an all-star band made up of varied Neurot Recordings talent, the Sparowes have created an instrumental seduction of time and space that would greatly rival even the best offerings from Godspeed! and Mogwai. There’s a song available for streaming on the website, or you could look a bit deeper if you can’t wait for another month and one-half. ‘At the Soundless Dawn’ creates rain, sun, and torrential gales out of nothingness, and will do the same inside of you. Trust me; it’s that good.

Name a book you own that no-one else on your friends list does:
William Ferguson – ‘The Identity of the Scottish Nation: An Historic Quest
The beauty of this lovely piece of learned inference is that my particular copy is signed and dedicated by the eminent Dr. Ferguson, himself – arguably the most respected extant historian in the country (fist-fights with Lynch, Divine, and Finlay pending). This was presented to me after a lovely afternoon tea with the good doctor and his kind wife at their Edinburgh home, exactly one day before I returned home upon completion of my graduate degree. He’s getting on a bit and long-retired, so needless to say that this is one of my most prized possessions.

Name a movie you own on DVD/VHS/whatever that no-one else on your friends list does:
Must it be a film? Couldn’t I substitute a full run of all 36 of ‘Prince’ Naseem Hamed’s featherweight prizefights? Whether you love him or hate him, there’s no doubt that any fly of a man at 5’2” that can knock your ass cold with either hand from any angle (and while in midair!) is spectacular to watch. Just don’t try to emulate him inside the ring, because it just doesn’t work. I’ve tried. It may not even work for him anymore, but I’m withholding final judgment until I’m sure he’s retired.

Name a place that you have visited that no-one else on your friends list has:
Possibly the most sacred place I’ve ever been, there’s a little unmarked glade locally called ‘Faerie Glen’ on Arran in the Western Isles of Scotland. Though I never went island-hopping on my recent time abroad, the year 2000 saw two excursions in bated wonder to this place with no signage or directions, but instead briefly spied on a single, outdated map. Hidden within trackless forest and bathed in golden sunlight, I stumbled upon foot-thick moss and lay beneath an ancient oak, marveling at the intricate cobwebs and flights of vigilant insects intersecting the sheltered cove with their mindful watch. I left a planned offering behind, but took so much away with me. I bet it’s still there.


2 Responses to “Elitism.”

  1. shawree Says:
    January 14th, 2005 at 6:49 am

    Actually I do have a copy of the Ferguson, but it's not signed, so I suppose you get away with it. 🙂

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    January 18th, 2005 at 10:57 pm

    Yeah, I should have known.

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