Ugly, Custard Factory, Kate Moss
There was this poor excuse of a documentary on Channel 4 last night. Essentially about Pete Doherty, former singer of the Libertines (who has surprisingly crossed the threshold and come to my attention despite his loser-lifestyle and depressingly sterile music). Or was it? The story actually centred on Max Carlish, a university lecturer, who had attempted to shoot a film chronicling the rise of the pop star. However, the film's subject had proven elusive. So, Carlish sold some of the 'news-worthy' footage he did manage to produce to the tabloids the week it was announced Kate Moss had started dating Doherty (to quote Bill Hicks in response to the thousands of women who sent Ted Bundy love letters, 'And I'm not getting laid?!').
Anyway, I actually came into contact with Carlish about the week after the photos were sold. He came to the Custard Factory in Digbeth, Birmingham when I was there attending a seminar on the music business. He walked into the reception as I was signing in and he introduced himself to no one in particular as Max Carlish. On receiving blank looks he went into his ' I won a bafta' speech and then went into this diatribe, mainly concerning the aforementioned music business. On receiving more blank looks he left, chuntering to himself.
What a troubled sonofabitch. But that's not the point. Carlish's foolishness is not in question and it probably didn't need a high-profile, much publicised documentary to reveal this. The real talking point has to be Doherty and how he has attained his status as the UK's most famous heroin user (a term seemingly used as a badge of honour for the turgid monthly mainstream music mags). I don't think Doherty came out of it looking like the legend he thinks (and is probably told several times a night) he is. It was ugly. Watching him being portrayed as a tortured soul while he snorts H, knowing his wealthy, middle-class background, which is neither here or there, I guess. My point is this: At no stage did the supposed strength of his artistry show itself. I guess that was the point of the programme and if it was all about the music Doherty wouldn't be where he is now. In Kate Moss's beautiful arms...
Pete Doherty
TV
Kate Moss
The Libertines
Custard Factory
Anyway, I actually came into contact with Carlish about the week after the photos were sold. He came to the Custard Factory in Digbeth, Birmingham when I was there attending a seminar on the music business. He walked into the reception as I was signing in and he introduced himself to no one in particular as Max Carlish. On receiving blank looks he went into his ' I won a bafta' speech and then went into this diatribe, mainly concerning the aforementioned music business. On receiving more blank looks he left, chuntering to himself.
What a troubled sonofabitch. But that's not the point. Carlish's foolishness is not in question and it probably didn't need a high-profile, much publicised documentary to reveal this. The real talking point has to be Doherty and how he has attained his status as the UK's most famous heroin user (a term seemingly used as a badge of honour for the turgid monthly mainstream music mags). I don't think Doherty came out of it looking like the legend he thinks (and is probably told several times a night) he is. It was ugly. Watching him being portrayed as a tortured soul while he snorts H, knowing his wealthy, middle-class background, which is neither here or there, I guess. My point is this: At no stage did the supposed strength of his artistry show itself. I guess that was the point of the programme and if it was all about the music Doherty wouldn't be where he is now. In Kate Moss's beautiful arms...
Pete Doherty
TV
Kate Moss
The Libertines
Custard Factory
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