Scroll

So, after last night's trip to see On The Road I was reading a few reviews of the film, reviews which are generally a bit mixed, when I found a bit of information that has actually got me reasonably excited. Namely, that the 120ft long 'continuous' original scroll that Kerouac typed his manuscript on is being exhibited at the British Library down in London at the moment. And I'm off down there for a few days at the end of the week so I should really pay it a visit. Perhaps even on Sunday the 21st which is the anniversary of Kerouac's death. Except I think I have a date with a nature garden or a petting farm or playground or similar then. Never mind, I'll take some Burroughs along for the train journey home on Monday and start my girls' Beat education that way instead. Probably start on summat easy like 'Junky' or 'Queer' and work up to all the cut-up/fold-in stuff for Christmas...

Music, right, if I'd bloody remembered then yesterday would have been the ideal opportunity to link to The Go-Betweens' 'The House That Jack Kerouac Built' but I didn't so I won't now. Instead I'll link to some noisy ramshackle indie thing that is dark, dirty, murky and sounds like it was recorded underground on really cheap equipment that perhaps wasn't even ever working properly in the first place. It works for me tho'.