Supa Rupa
Have I ever told you about Rupa Chawda? I don't think I have. Which is odd, to say the most. She is one of those... you know, one of the beautiful darlings, one of the brighter stars, the creamier creams, the lovlier lovlies; she was dealt the genetic royal flush; she hit the genetic jackpot; potted the genetic hole in one.
Rupa first contacted me before the century turned, when she tripped upon some website or other related to Les Pingouins Essentiels. She wanted to interview us! At such an early stage of our musical careers this was quite the novelty (it has since become simply a rarity), and so we of course obliged (said Pinterview may be uploaded here somewhen, if I could but be bothered).
After this, an MSNightlife ensued -- this liaison was aided by the fact that she was holidaying in Canada and I was a chronic insomniac, though it continued for some years after she returned to her homecity of London. Each night we would let down our hair, sails and mothers, baring our souls and boring our selves. We did gay things like mix tapes for each other. We would decorate boxes, fill them with random objects and post them to each other. (The video files dispersed about this entry are extracts from a somewhat Dadaist video I made for one of her birthdays.) So close, became we, that when reggie_c_king and I visited London to attend a Future Bible Heroes gig (one of the Chickfactor 10th Anniversary shows), we arranged to meet Miss Chawda for some hitting of the bottle and dancefloor.
Sadly, though, in the past few years we have become cloven like hooves, split like hairs, torn like anuses, distant like ships on the horizon. I'm a horrible person you see, especially in the long term. When it comes to sustained sociability, I'm a complete maladroit. I still carry high hopes though that some day, minutes from now, I will again become her significant bother.
Rupa first contacted me before the century turned, when she tripped upon some website or other related to Les Pingouins Essentiels. She wanted to interview us! At such an early stage of our musical careers this was quite the novelty (it has since become simply a rarity), and so we of course obliged (said Pinterview may be uploaded here somewhen, if I could but be bothered).
After this, an MSNightlife ensued -- this liaison was aided by the fact that she was holidaying in Canada and I was a chronic insomniac, though it continued for some years after she returned to her homecity of London. Each night we would let down our hair, sails and mothers, baring our souls and boring our selves. We did gay things like mix tapes for each other. We would decorate boxes, fill them with random objects and post them to each other. (The video files dispersed about this entry are extracts from a somewhat Dadaist video I made for one of her birthdays.) So close, became we, that when reggie_c_king and I visited London to attend a Future Bible Heroes gig (one of the Chickfactor 10th Anniversary shows), we arranged to meet Miss Chawda for some hitting of the bottle and dancefloor.
Sadly, though, in the past few years we have become cloven like hooves, split like hairs, torn like anuses, distant like ships on the horizon. I'm a horrible person you see, especially in the long term. When it comes to sustained sociability, I'm a complete maladroit. I still carry high hopes though that some day, minutes from now, I will again become her significant bother.