Sunday, late morning. Running late. Rushing through King's Cross tube station on the way back home to see the folks. Spot a huge biker dude on the escalator coming the other way. And he's ticking all the boxes: clad head to toe in leathers, dark glasses even though we're underground, balding hair swept back in a ponytail and a fierce expression that could kill at 30 paces. And clutched tightly in his cletched fist? A delightful bunch of pink carnations for his Mum.

Magic.

Happy (belated) Mothers' Day to Mums everywhere!

Labels: family, london

If I'm honest, I did think about getting tickets to see Michael Jackson. After all, his musical legacy speaks for itself. Even the late stuff like 'You Rock My World' retains a trace of his genius, and you know about the rest. But... I don't really want to give that man my money. And I don't think I could sit through a two hour tribute to his messiah complex. If Michael Jackson's the King Of Pop, then I'm a republican.

I would, however, pay a fortune to see Pulp.

Labels: gigs, music, the 1990's

Hey hey hey! I bring you treats. I have, somewhat foolishly, given up processed sugar for Lent (I'm not religious, but it seemed like a good time). But, y'know, within reason. So no sweets (aka candy, my American cousins), chocolate, cakes, biscuits, soft drinks, puddings. Not now no way no how. And I've kept it up for two weeks already. Now, considering that I have the sweetest tooth I know, this is testing. I need something else. I need something sweet and lovely. I need some sugarcoated indie pop nuggets!

So! Those who've been paying extra attention to the rubbish I spout on about music on here won't be in the least bit surprised to hear that I'm a bit of a fan of the whole C86 movement: jangly indie goodness from 1986 that appeared as a cover mounted cassette on the NME. So it's with considerable joy that i point you to the immaculately named Chocolate Bobka In The Marmelade Forest who have the whole darned thing available for us all to download and enjoy for nada.

Thanks to Tom for pointing me that way. And credit must also go to My Bloody Valentine and Spacemen 3 who don't appear but led me there. Rough Trade's Indiepop compilation is also very much worth investigation. Oh, and have I raved enough about The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart? Well, I've got tickets to see them in May. Oh deep wonderful unfathomable joy!

Stand by for more downloadable goodness very soon. Delrico Bandito lives!

Labels: food, music, podcast

Hi! You look well, have you been away?

Anyway, to business: Apologies to anyone who's clicked on my blog links to the right of late and found an ugly banner ad plastered across your screen. It was the fault of Blogrolling.com, who used to organise my links. It's fair to say that they no longer do.

I don't like ads. I don't want them on, or springing forth from, my blog. And I certainly don't want them to appear without any kind of warning or notification to me. So I've rebuilt my links myself and ditched off Blogrolling. And I'd imagine a fair chunk of my blog buddies will do the same pretty soon.

This may herald the beginning of a bold new look to Delrico Bandito, but I wouldn't hold your breath quite yet...

Labels: adbusters, adverts, blogging, geek