I don't wanna waaaaaaaaaaaaaaste my time!
What's the point in relaxing?!
C'monnnn let's DO!
Wednesday 25 November 2009
Thursday 19 November 2009
Friday 13 November 2009
Oh
I am in portugal though. It's fucking ace
Even though it has started SHITTING IT DOWN OUTSIDE
It's been warm enough to wear a t shirt at night
outside
in November
for fuck's sake.
How cool is that?
Saturday nights are much of a muchness I think everywhere, can barely move down this fucking narrow streets.
Still.
This place is super rad.
I got ratarsed for free last night and stayed up til half 5 having a conversation about god-knows-what-I've-forgotten anyway with a total stranger (I think I shouted NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL at him and he made me sit down and taaaaaaaaaaalk.)
I like having CONVERSATIONS with people.
Even though it has started SHITTING IT DOWN OUTSIDE
It's been warm enough to wear a t shirt at night
outside
in November
for fuck's sake.
How cool is that?
Saturday nights are much of a muchness I think everywhere, can barely move down this fucking narrow streets.
Still.
This place is super rad.
I got ratarsed for free last night and stayed up til half 5 having a conversation about god-knows-what-I've-forgotten anyway with a total stranger (I think I shouted NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL at him and he made me sit down and taaaaaaaaaaalk.)
I like having CONVERSATIONS with people.
Bleh and The Blahs
Cack shows:
Always send me off into some crappy spiral of doubt and negative bullshit thoughts
Tho they seem real enough at the time, always get into some feeling of "what's the smegging point?" kinda thoughts, all useless and then the worse kinda thoughts of "Feh, you can all just do this without me, fuck it I'm gonna go live on a rock somewhere isolated, fuck the LOT of you"
And feel hated and introverted
Even if people love it
or whatevum
Getting away from the scene is always a good step I suppose, though it does mean mulling around in bad-jive thoughts for longer periods of time...
Gluh, I always feel like a useless prick who ain't good at fuck all when it goes down like this
feels like the other music I make (which is infinitely less important to me, maybe that's why it doesn't hurt when it crashes) mocks me and goes "Just give up, fuck, why are you even in our bands?"
I come online to find that people are people are complete dicks.
The surprising thing is that I was surprised at that. I KNEW that already.
I have a startling distaste/distrust/dislike/diswhatever for all people except for my nearst and dearst (very few, but they are awesome...)
Bleh. I am an inadequate waste *from my p.o.v
I just wanna go to bed.
I broke into a hostel to come online.
I could probably get away with sleeping here.
But I have to pack up my embarrassment .
Always send me off into some crappy spiral of doubt and negative bullshit thoughts
Tho they seem real enough at the time, always get into some feeling of "what's the smegging point?" kinda thoughts, all useless and then the worse kinda thoughts of "Feh, you can all just do this without me, fuck it I'm gonna go live on a rock somewhere isolated, fuck the LOT of you"
And feel hated and introverted
Even if people love it
or whatevum
Getting away from the scene is always a good step I suppose, though it does mean mulling around in bad-jive thoughts for longer periods of time...
Gluh, I always feel like a useless prick who ain't good at fuck all when it goes down like this
feels like the other music I make (which is infinitely less important to me, maybe that's why it doesn't hurt when it crashes) mocks me and goes "Just give up, fuck, why are you even in our bands?"
I come online to find that people are people are complete dicks.
The surprising thing is that I was surprised at that. I KNEW that already.
I have a startling distaste/distrust/dislike/diswhatever for all people except for my nearst and dearst (very few, but they are awesome...)
Bleh. I am an inadequate waste *from my p.o.v
I just wanna go to bed.
I broke into a hostel to come online.
I could probably get away with sleeping here.
But I have to pack up my embarrassment .
Friday 6 November 2009
Winnering
Winning because I found "Endless Coming into Life" by Black Boned Angel for a fiver in head/zavvi/virgin, whatever it's called.
Since I last BORED YOU TO DEATH, I have been trudging round, back to normal life, and haven't really been sat still an awful lot, and when I have I've had a pen in my hand or some words in front of me, or I've been making Link run around and chop people up, so I've been ok.
Tonight my funpunkprog mess of a band are playing an unrehearsed gig, which are usually the more fun ones, and my parents are eating a dinner together in a restaurant which I am SABOTAGING by being there. I mean... free food, dude.
Gonna upload some newness onto myspace and try and get some more shows for me, and some for MOJ, and some for Y! too..
When I get a fair amount of time on here I'll start my other blogs that nobody will read.
Since I last BORED YOU TO DEATH, I have been trudging round, back to normal life, and haven't really been sat still an awful lot, and when I have I've had a pen in my hand or some words in front of me, or I've been making Link run around and chop people up, so I've been ok.
Tonight my funpunkprog mess of a band are playing an unrehearsed gig, which are usually the more fun ones, and my parents are eating a dinner together in a restaurant which I am SABOTAGING by being there. I mean... free food, dude.
Gonna upload some newness onto myspace and try and get some more shows for me, and some for MOJ, and some for Y! too..
When I get a fair amount of time on here I'll start my other blogs that nobody will read.
Monday 2 November 2009
Christ's Pieces
Word then.
So on the way to London, I got in an argument with an old lady on the train, because I put my suitcase in front of the seat next to me. The train had hardly anybody on it and she could have sat on the other table, which had one person sat at it with no (cumbersome) luggage.
Old people are worse than young people sometimes for being argumentative aggro twats. The same situation applies that you can't say anything to them (heaven forfend you open your god-damned mouth in fear that they might have a consumption fit and die... well, I mean, that was what I was hoping would happen).
She sat down and I think she just wanted to complain, tutted "Oh my, the world certainly has changed" whilst looking right at me, hunched over reading the paper and minding my fucking own..
Yes. Of course the world has fucking changed you atavistic shrivelled old cunt. That's what it DOES. Should be grateful, don't know they're born, hanging's too good etc.
The punchline was that she thought I should have offered her the seat. The seat was empty, so I can only assume she meant my seat. Why? On a half-empty train?
People confuse the fuck out of me sometimes.
I voyaged to secondlayer to spend the voucher bestowed upon my by the awesomeness of romijijijijijijijijijniewifelovething and stocked up on some riotous wild music (skeleton skull blogspot will start when I get back, reviews ETC) then went to Camden and was confused so I bought a cd by PRE and a cd by The Hickey Underground who I know nothing about apart from they know a good riff or two.
Went to Oto to see Audrey Chen, an improv Cellist with a Laptop duder, a percussionist and a guitarist.
It was kinda cool, though it all seemed like they weren't playing TOGETHER, just all at the same time.
Audrey scraped and twanged her cello and gurgled and burped and howled and wailed, I think it would have been better if it was just her on her own.
The percussionist was amazing scattershot ping ding blam kinda smaksmak drums, had crotales all oer his drums, just a floor tom and a snare. The only problem was he very very very rarely let up, and kind covered the whole show with his mark, again, would be nice to see him on his own.
The laptop guy seemed to be feeding the whole live thing through some processing, and then playing it back at almost inaudible volumes thru an amp, and the guitarist just kind of.... fizzed... quietly in the corner.
Now I am staying at the mighty Horatio Pollard's place, sleeping next to a mixing desk. There was only one other place I did that, and that was uncomfortable. I am on a sofa. This is of particular interest, because it isn't. There.
Tomorrow I am totally all up ons with two museum trips, which is ace 'cause it means I get to be frugal, and as beak are playing rough trade on Wednesday, I thought I'd better save my czash for then...
My back hurts from leaning over and lugging stuff. It's late and I've been awake too long, which means I'm going to go to fucking sleep. NOW. Well. Soon. INTERESTING!
When I get back home I shall impliment a vague routine and some ch-ch-ch-changes in the hope of some freshness of mind and not going fucking insane this winter.
Keepbusyordie, y'know?
So on the way to London, I got in an argument with an old lady on the train, because I put my suitcase in front of the seat next to me. The train had hardly anybody on it and she could have sat on the other table, which had one person sat at it with no (cumbersome) luggage.
Old people are worse than young people sometimes for being argumentative aggro twats. The same situation applies that you can't say anything to them (heaven forfend you open your god-damned mouth in fear that they might have a consumption fit and die... well, I mean, that was what I was hoping would happen).
She sat down and I think she just wanted to complain, tutted "Oh my, the world certainly has changed" whilst looking right at me, hunched over reading the paper and minding my fucking own..
Yes. Of course the world has fucking changed you atavistic shrivelled old cunt. That's what it DOES. Should be grateful, don't know they're born, hanging's too good etc.
The punchline was that she thought I should have offered her the seat. The seat was empty, so I can only assume she meant my seat. Why? On a half-empty train?
People confuse the fuck out of me sometimes.
I voyaged to secondlayer to spend the voucher bestowed upon my by the awesomeness of romijijijijijijijijijniewifelovething and stocked up on some riotous wild music (skeleton skull blogspot will start when I get back, reviews ETC) then went to Camden and was confused so I bought a cd by PRE and a cd by The Hickey Underground who I know nothing about apart from they know a good riff or two.
Went to Oto to see Audrey Chen, an improv Cellist with a Laptop duder, a percussionist and a guitarist.
It was kinda cool, though it all seemed like they weren't playing TOGETHER, just all at the same time.
Audrey scraped and twanged her cello and gurgled and burped and howled and wailed, I think it would have been better if it was just her on her own.
The percussionist was amazing scattershot ping ding blam kinda smaksmak drums, had crotales all oer his drums, just a floor tom and a snare. The only problem was he very very very rarely let up, and kind covered the whole show with his mark, again, would be nice to see him on his own.
The laptop guy seemed to be feeding the whole live thing through some processing, and then playing it back at almost inaudible volumes thru an amp, and the guitarist just kind of.... fizzed... quietly in the corner.
Now I am staying at the mighty Horatio Pollard's place, sleeping next to a mixing desk. There was only one other place I did that, and that was uncomfortable. I am on a sofa. This is of particular interest, because it isn't. There.
Tomorrow I am totally all up ons with two museum trips, which is ace 'cause it means I get to be frugal, and as beak are playing rough trade on Wednesday, I thought I'd better save my czash for then...
My back hurts from leaning over and lugging stuff. It's late and I've been awake too long, which means I'm going to go to fucking sleep. NOW. Well. Soon. INTERESTING!
When I get back home I shall impliment a vague routine and some ch-ch-ch-changes in the hope of some freshness of mind and not going fucking insane this winter.
Keepbusyordie, y'know?
Sunday 1 November 2009
Two shows
1) was last night in the basement of MAISON DU MORT ET MERDE
Blackmetal/tazartes/kraut/drone/throb
2) was tonight in Cambridge, power-ambient noisepop.
That's it... I really want a third show in London, but ALAS it is proven impossible to get a lastminute jobber on the go.... (lame)
Blackmetal/tazartes/kraut/drone/throb
2) was tonight in Cambridge, power-ambient noisepop.
That's it... I really want a third show in London, but ALAS it is proven impossible to get a lastminute jobber on the go.... (lame)
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