Velvet Gold

I picked up a Johnny Cash compilation and a 180g reissue of Sticky Fingers for £7 each at Flying Tiger. They have records in from time to time.

My records showed up today! Slaughter on 10th Avenue and some Mott the Hoople singles. I also got two LPs from the charity shop, the Monkees' self-titled and a David Bowie compilation.

Factory Girl (2006) Oh, dear. Where to begin? Solid stinking Warhol hagiography. Sienna Miller puts in an excellent performance as Edie Sedgwick, but Guy Pearce's Warhol is flat and unconvincing. My problems with this one lie largely with its romanticism. I know it's a dramatisation, not a documentary, but I winced at every one of its clattering hints that Warhol was in love with Sedgwick. So many important Factory figures get only the tiniest of nods - I think I counted two appearances of Nico and one of Lou Reed - and others don't get a mention at all. Where's Candy Darling? It felt terribly shallow and saccharine. 3/5, and that three is all for Miller's acting and wardrobe.

Status update: the postie did not bring my record. Instead I got ugly socks from my mother. A poor substitute.

The '72 one with Children of the Revolution going almost seamlessly into Starman has got to be my favourite. In heaven, BBC 4 plays that every night.

I'm trying to buy fewer records, but the collector in me keeps fighting back. I bought a recent press of the Rolling Stones' Let It Bleed the other day, to replace my old copy, which had warped a little. The replacement turned out to be in stereo, and Let It Bleed is one of those albums which just sounds horrible in stereo. Taking it back. Online, I recently ordered Mick Ronson's Slaughter on 10th Avenue. I love that record so much, it's crazy to believe that I haven't owned a playable copy for years. Discogs seller says "NM". We'll see.