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magazine - adrian r. shaw of all the warders and security guards employed by the tate gallery there is perhaps only one who can truly lay claim to the title of 'renaissance man'. besides singing and writing songs for his band the teenbeat and producing his own journal, sick happy idle, somehow in-between assisting art lovers with their enquiries adrian r. shaw still finds the time to knock out masterpieces of his own at an alarming rate. the teenbeat's demo tape features many a gem including such highlights as 'mister wrong' (a mark e. smith-esq. confession with a catchy chorus; "in the wrong place at the wrong time, i am mr wrong and this is my song..."), `tonka toys' in which adrian attempts to get romantic... "take my hand, let me lead you to a special land, play in the sand...pit, for a bit/ you're a girl and i'm a boy, you can play with my tonka toys, then i will touch you in places i don't even know the name of". and perhaps best of all, the touching balled 'urina'. to my ears this intriguing little number that sounds half like lou reed and half like ian dury could well be a future number one smash. "urina, you're in my dreams. i wanna pick you up and rinse your t-shirt clean. oh, urina - bulimia queen. i've brought you a packet of crisps from the vending machine." sick happy idle, adrian's accompanying pocket sized publication, meanwhile, is also well worth investigating. alongside endless quirky collages, this unique a6 size `zine is packed with even quirkier advice such as; "apology is only egotism wrong side out... if you have a hero, look again, you have diminished yourself in some way... don't bother trying to get help i've cut off your phone." when asked if he'd like to contribute to this publication (frank magazine) by writing about his hopes and dreams or thoughts on the beginning of a new age adrian responded by handing us this piece of paper. it reads... "i've never dreamt of jesus but i did dream i met elvis two nights ago. we were in a bed-sit. elvis had a kind girlfriend who was efficient but not much to look at. she sorted him out, then i had two monkeys under my arms. one was a good monkey and the other was a bad monkey. the good monkey makes me do good things and the bad monkey makes me do bad things. elvis was a pakistani, he was singing out loud from the back of the bus. all the traffic were laughing and he was singing and the kids said "paint me normal" and talked about how they wanted to be footballers or popstars... " article in full @ www.frankmagazine.co.uk |
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