Sunday, April 30, 2006
Supa Dupa Fly
And what better way to honour Mr Showmanship than with the greatest T shirt ever?
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
Ok, so the best news I've heard for quite some time. There might, possibly, maybe, perhaps, according to Simon Pegg, be another series of the greatest British sitcom of our time (perhaps any time...)
Which is good. Very good. In the great big book of Good Things, it's up there with chocolate covered Oreos, drinking Corona in the sun and The Beatles deciding "oh, ok, let's do one more album then." For Spaced is a treasure. If you've never seen it, then you are missing out. So very much. I've waxed lyrical about it here before, I'm sure, so I won't cover old ground.
Oh, and Arsenal are in the European Cup Final! And it's a 3 day weekend! Thank crikey crumbcake for that. I am cream crackered. Is it only Wednesday? Oh well. It's least we're over the crest of the week now. Freewheeling to May! And at some point I might even finish the first Delrico Bandito podcast (cringe). Yeah! Sorry. Oh dear.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
I Can See For Miles
Went on a nice, if rather drizzly, walk through the back roads round my way, up Crouch Hill, and took this shot. You can just make out Alexandra Palace on the horizon, with the transmitter reaching for the stars. Very nice.
Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell
So Saturday day time was a bit rubbish. No need for details, thank you, but I needed cheering up. When I'm down, I go to church. And since I'm not religious, I worship at the temples of commerce on Oxford Street. HMV and Virgin satisfied my desire for consumption with round shiny treats. But still, it wasn't enough. As lovely as records are, they don't give spiritual reward on their own. No, something much stronger was required. Luckily, on Friday, I'd booked tickets to see a band. And not just any band. Probably the best live band in the world. And at not just any old venue. Probably the best live venue in the world. The Royal Albert Hall, no less.
But before we get to the headliners, we had the small matter of the support to enjoy. The Go! Team are just wonderful. Pure bottled enthusiasm, I've never seen any support band play with such unreserved sincerity and joy. It was fabulous to behold. I've had their album for a while, and thoroughly enjoyed it, but it's now got an entirely new feel to it thanks to their fantastic performance. Frontwoman Ninja is my new on stage hero, throwing shapes and filling the vintage venue with her own unique personality. Just wonderful. But we all knew the best was yet to come.
And so, on to The Flaming Lips. They're just the greatest. Seeing them live is akin to a religious awakening. It's hard to explain quite why they're so great. They get the crowd involved at every level. They have people up on stage dressed as aliens and Santa Claus. They have great visuals throughout. They get everyone to sing along to the best bits. They throw inflatable balloons out for everyone to chuck around, and see if they can get it up to the circle (when one finally got all the way up there, it got the biggest cheer of the night.) They get couples to propose on stage. They play along to a kids toy which makes farmyard noises. Lead singer Wayne Coyne covers himself with fake blood. They rally against their own US government without resorting to glib cliches, and then play a storming version of Black Sabbath's 'War Pigs'.
Oh, yeah. The music. They play music, too. Amazing mystical crazy music. I must confess to only really having been into them for their last 3 albums, but I'm already more than familiar with their earlier stuff from seeing them twice before. They sing about love, death, politics, happiness, sadness, everything. And it's just great! Everyone's jumping around. It's the sound of being glad to be alive, and hoping that together we can overcome the problems in the world. Few other bands, if any, can pull such a thing off, but then The Flaming Lips aren't like other bands.
Everyone leaves with a grin on their face, and then the icing on the cake. We get into the afterparty where there's free booze! The rest of the night was a bit hazy, but wonderful fun. All thanks to The Flaming Lips. If you get an opportunity to see them live, I implore you to do so. And in the mean time, pick up some of their CD's. Their current At War With The Mystics is great, and The Soft Bulletin is one of my favourite albums of all time. But to be honest, they're all good. Best Live Band In The World. And I don't make statements like that lightly...
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Life's What You Make It
'I did not regularly watch This Life, but I caught the final episode and was appalled at the drugs, booze and worst of all, simulated sex between homosexuals... We should complain more often and perhaps our comments would have some weight in preventing such trash being shown.' :Daily Mail
Ah, happiness is a rant from everyone's favourite arbiters of taste and decency. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Ooh, c'mon, give us a hug!
So, anyway, I've heard rumours that after 10 years, classic BBC drama This Life will be returning. Just a one off special, mind, but still, a definite reason to be cheerful. BBC 2 will also be repeating the full original run, but I had a sneak preview thanks to my magic video on demand service on cable. And it's absolute pleasure.
I remember watching it as a teenager vividly. It was great because it felt so exciting to watch at that time. As ridiculous as it sounds now, this was the mid 90's, Britpop, Loaded, Cool Britannia (cringe). It really did feel like something was going on. This Life embraced that, and did it in a way that was believable. It's funny watching it a decade on. Back then, the characters seemed so much older than I did, a different world. They were in their early 20's, settling into working life, so far from my experiences at home and at school. But now, they feel young to me. In the years that have passed, I've leapfrogged them. It's a weird feeling that I fear we're all going to have to get used to as the years continue to drift by. Whatever happened to the likely lads, you may well ask.
Anyway, hopefully it'll be a fun reunion with old friends... Anyone else gonna be watching?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I Am The Resurrection
Oh, I know it's gone now, but it's always time for the Charlie Brown and Snoopy show. Hope you had a lovely Easter. I'm already suffering from chocoverload. Very lightheaded. Maybe cos I got most of my hair cut off. In an effort to make my blog more personable, here's a pick of me looking suitably pissed off and hungover.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Perspective is a beautiful thing. No matter how lousy you're feeling, perspective is the window with a pretty view you can climb through. Zoom out. There are more than six billion people alive today. Think about that, six BILLION! I mean, that's crazy. All those individual conciousness's. All that thinking, all those decisions, implications, reactions, relationships. It's mind boggling. And in 200 years, they'll all be gone. Every single one of us will cease to be. If we're lucky, we'll live on genetically or anecdotally, and a few privileged souls will go on to influence future generations through philosophy, scientific discoveries or artistic achievement. (But they'll still be dead, so don't get too jealous.)
The generations shall pour forth across the ripples in the sands of time. Our ancestors will interbreed, and we'll all become one, in a beautiful mixing of genes and ideals. We'll evolve to better suit the world we inherit. A world we'll eventually have to die with or abandon, when the Sun begins to die, and becomes a bloated giant, devouring the Solar System. If we do escape to another star system, it too will eventually fade away or explode. The galaxies will slowly die away, and the Universe will be dark and cold, ruled by huge black holes, consuming all that is left. Until, over billions of years, their energy eventually disipates, too. Leaving nothing, a frozen void just below absolute zero, no movement, nothing. The heat death of the Universe.
So it probably doesn't matter if I leave the washing up until tomorrow.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Hangin On The Telephone
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Happiness is finding 2 Elastica 12 inch singles. In Camden. After walking through Regents Park. In the sunshine. Listening to Stevie, Marvin, Aretha and Chaka.
I so fancied Donna. I always fall for the bad girls...
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
Yet whenever I asked if anyone else remembered this slice of TV gold, I just got blank faces and mocking insults. Well, mock no more, fools. Thanks to You Tube, I present to you, for the first time since my childhood, Monsterpiece Theatre:
(And make sure you've got sound on. The theme tune is the best part!)
Is it any wonder I went on to pursue an English Degree whilst eating lots of cookies? I think not.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Just read on the NME website that Blur will be making a record this year. It's one of those things, really. Blur are probably my favourite group ever, and certainly the one that had the strongest effect on me. The Gorillaz are lovely, and all, but they'll never be Blur. And, that said, Blur will never really be Blur whilst our Graham remains stubbornly out of the picture, but still...
And I'm excited, genuinely. I know that the record may well not be as good as the ones before. But it could be better. Ultimately, it could be the masterpiece I've always craved from a band that I identify with in so many ways. I know Damon's supposed to be just a bit of a dick in real life, but on record he knows how to write and sing a song. 16 years after 'She's So High', a lot has changed, but a lot of it for the good. Looking around their peers, few have survived the early 90's guitar explosion. Pulp are sadly missed, and the less said about Oasis the better.
I must admit, I didn't think they'd still be relevant, but the success of Gorillaz has taken even me by surprise. I remember picking up 'Tomorrow Comes Today' first time round in 2000, before 'Clint Eastwood' and '19-2000' lifted the roof off the discoteque. I thought it'd just be a vanity project indulged by obsessives like myself. Now it looks more like Gorillaz are the day job, and Blur are the side project. Am I arsed? Not really. Think Tank had some wonderful moments. Maturity seems to be doing them all good. And Alex hasn't lost any of the sparkle that made him the tongue in cheek oracle of Britpop bollocks. "Foo Fighters are gonna wet their pants when they hear it." Heheh. It'd be even better with Graham back on board... Oh, come back Graham, please...
As absurd as it makes me feel to say it, they're my Beatles. I know, I know, but still it's true. And I know there's at least a few people reading this who agree with me.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Portions For Foxes
Urgh, cobwebs everywhere! And dust. Cough. Get a window open or something. There we go, that's a bit better. Hmmm. Has it really been this long? Sorry for the hiatus. Normal reasons. Busy busy busy! Lots of working and drinking and talking and falling over and dancing and sitting around watching silly TV programmes (current favourites being The Mighty Boosh and Absolute Power, by the way).
Hello darkness, my old friend. What on earth am I doing up at 3:53am? Well... last night I left the hotel bar at about 4am. And I've spent most of today somewhat incapacitated. All worth it for my good friends' Micky and Jon's work leaving do. As we all know, such occasions are always bittersweet. But despite the sadness at losing 2 of my best mates, I still managed to drink most of Fitzrovia, have running battles with bar staff over how loud the music could go and then help gatecrash someone elses karaoke party. Happy days.
So it wasn't til late afternoon that I made it to the supermarket for painkillers and hangover cures, but was greeted by a sea of grey and miserable looking people. Cheer up! It's Saturday! Noone can possibly feel as crap as I do, and I'm still grinning like a nut job. Spent most of my time following a young girl in a massively cool Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique jacket, trying to work out where she'd got it from. I would've asked, but her mother would probably have had me arrested. C'est la vie. Then it was back home to slump on the bed and declare that my drinking days are behind me. Again.
So I'm wide awake now, of course. Indulging myself in some musical therapy to smooth away the emotional knots in my soul. We haven't done a little playlist for ages have we? Well, these wonderful gems have been occupying my attention a lot recently as, blessing of blessings, I finally got my mp3 player fixed, so I can once again hide in a little bubble as I scurry around the tube network...
1. Rilo Kiley - 'Portions For Foxes' - My tune of the moment. How I only recently discovered it I'll never know 'The talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex, and then there is no mystery left.' Jenny Lewis, please marry me.
2. Kings Of Tomorrow - 'Finally (Original Mix)' - 'Time marches on never ending.' It sure does. Plus, you can sing the vocal over almost any house record ever made. Try it out! It really works.
3. Luther Vandross - 'Never Too Much' - If I need to explain then there's no point in me doing so.
4. Roman Salzger & Lifelike - 'Radio 84' - Somewhere in my heart it'll always be 1984.
5. Massive Attack - 'Live With Me' - Stunning return to form, with a video that I find almost unbearably sad.
6. Patti Jo - 'Make Me Believe In You' - Oh, oh, oh, please go and find this somewhere. It's just sublime.
7. XTC - 'Is This Pop?' - It is to me.
8. Sheila & B Devotion - 'Spacer' - Disco disco disco disco. One of the best tracks to dance to ever made.
9. The Beatles - 'Penny Lane' - I used to sing this at primary school. A song with the phrase 'finger pie' in it. Really, Paul, I'd expect that sort of behaviour from John, but I thought you knew better...
10. Destiny's Child vs Full Intention - 'Lose My Belief' - Nice one Toby! When it works, it just works.
11. Underworld - '8 Ball' - The best thing about The Beach. By quite some distance! Also been playing 'Born Slippy' very loudly all day, which is no bad thing.
12. Squarepusher - 'My Red Hot Car' - Let's just say that in the lyrics the final word isn't 'car'. The cheeky devil.
Right, time to turn off the Playstation, crawl beneath the sheets and see what dreams may come. Hope all's lovely with you. Have a nice April, no fooling.