I went to a music festival the other weekend, Indietracks 2012. Its like twee indiepop and steam trains at the same time, and this it had parrots and owls too.
Anyhoo, at these things I usually shoot a few videos, I'd like to present them all to you here in one blogpost.
This is a short 4 minute taster of the whole weekend
This is Darren Hayman and The secondary Modern playing a cover of The Bee Gees' I started a Joke
This is The Just Joans playing a cover of Kenickie's Come Out 2Nite
This is Fulhast playing Prison Pizza
This is Allo Darlin' playing a cover of The Just Joans' If You Don't Pull
And this is Elizabeth from Allo Darlin's encore, their classic Tallulah
And for those of you with plenty of time on your hands this is a 30 min compilation of the weekend.
On reflection, I should have titled it up with the name of all the bands. That would have taken an hour or so, and I was in a rush to get it online first, not sure why.
I think with these videos for me it is a popularity contest, can I get more views on YouTube than I did the other year. The quality isn't great, but it's good enough for YouTube, and what do you expect with a Canon IXUS 50 from 2005 (it used to be cutting edge, I could have been a contender...). For the past few years there's been folk mincing about at Indietracks with professional cameras, whole film crews, and I'm never sure what happens to the footage, a five minute local news item perhaps, or a limited release indie movie, who knows.
This year a band called The Birthday Kiss had a video up pretty quickly here, although I've got to say, eight seconds in the commentary contains what could be a tribute to the end of my 2008 video. Good research there chaps, appreciated.
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Thursday, 19 July 2012
Saturday, 5 February 2011
The Lovely Eggs - The Lexington 04-Feb-2011
Its 3am Sunday morning, I had a big mug of coffee before I went to bed and I can't sleep, so I'm going to rant and rave and review a gig I was at on Friday night.
There's a dark shadow over east London, and its up to me to bring light to the area, its my job, I am the light bringer, the illuminator, I illuminate, I am the illuminatus.
Earlier on Friday I was at work, at my desk, and I snapped, the bureaucracy was getting too much, too frustrating, ticking boxes and filling in forms and deadlines, instead of making London's street's safer, saving lives. Some woman is going to be waiting for her husband to come come, waiting and waiting and he's not going to make it, casserole dish clatters to floor when the voice on the phone tells her what happened. Some bloke waiting outside a cinema for his date, who's he's fancied from the other side of the office for weeks, to arrive, dreaming of that first kiss, he's going to be waiting in vain. Some old duffer heading home after a week's hard labour at the works, never reaching his destination. All because I'm doing sodding paperwork for paperwork's sake.
Christ, I have a degree in manufacturing, speak half a dozen languages, can run 25K in one go, play guitar and have an encyclopedic knowledge of the Manchester, Glasgow and London indiescenes 1995 to 2011, and I'm stuff doing sodding paperwork.
I've lost something.
I always felt awkward at gigs, lonely, on my own, but this is different. Well, its the same as the last couple of gigs. I've lost something.
Looking back at my writings and verbage over the past 17 years, I used to churn it out. God, the shite I was writing, I had a passion, its was complete nonsense, but I had a passion, there was fire. Not any more. If it was turgid before, its worse now.
Despite feeling lonely at gigs, there were people with me. In Manchester Nosni, Zee, Roz, all the people at Flyer shows, Jim Bean, Timbo, Sap. Then in Glasgow, the first time round with Rab, Nick, Faye and Cleggy and the early Bowlie kids. The in round two, Alan, Adam, Martin, the whole Note and Sleazys scene.
But now, in London, I've lost something. Am I just old? I'm missing something, its gone.
Sure, I see Bob UnderExposed, nodding recognition, and I stand two and a half metres away from Nik from Moustache of Insanity, but its not the same. I'm in a room full of strangers.
Sure, I'm seeing bands that I've seen half a dozen times before in countless guises. The first time I saw The Lovely Eggs was on the train to my first Indietracks, they were playing to about three of us in a carriage. I didn't quite know what to make of them, but they were full of love. And there was history too.
Cos Holly was in Angelica, way back in the day, who did "Teenage Girl Crush" and "Why did you let my kitten die?", god knows if I saw them in the Manchester days, but I definitely saw them in Glasgow, I reckon twice, maybe three times. Flatmate Faye reckoned she knew them from school in Lancaster. I remember seeing them play the Art School, somewhere I still have photies, then one time I saw them at Ladyfest at the old 13th Note on Clyde Street. I was stood at the bar, next to Manda Rin from Bis and Faye's brother was up visiting too. I think I even did my old 'Wonderwall' shout. I remember these things clearly, I still had a soul in them days.
Its a White Light club night at The Lexington, probably related to the old White Heat club night at Madame Jojos in Soho, Matty with a moustache is the DJ type person. I definitely still had whatever I've lost back when I went to Madame Jojos. Dananananaykroyd were playing, I saw big Duncan and Wee Susan from Glasgow, and it was okay.
About an hour before I had my rant at work, I was ploughing through paperwork, frustrating building up inside, head in my hands and a colleague from across the room started at me with what's wrong, a guy your age shouldn't have his head in his hands on a Friday afternoon, you should be living it up, the weekend's about to start, etc.
I've lived it up, I was there then. Look, here's my achievement badge, 584 gigs, 32 years of age, from The Boardwalk, to The Admiral to The Lexington.
And I'm stood two and a half metres from Nik from Moustache of Insanity, wondering where Andrew Bulhak is. Also wondering whether I should have brought along my missus or a friend who doesn't like gigs. That's it.
I'm reading John Robb's The North Will Rise Again, about the Manchester music scene 1976 to 1995, and I'm looking at the scene before me through polarised 3D specs. Is there a scene amongst the crowd at The Lexington? Are The Lovely Eggs here as part of that, hallowed guests from on high? High priestess Amelia Fletcher ministering the flock?
Am I here at all?
Is this just telephoned in from my flat, I'm hiding under the bed, scared to come out, exhausted after trying too hard? or not hard enough. Where are people I know and talk to?
Why aren't they here wearing whatever twenty-first century faces they have?
There's this timeless scene in my head, a paradigm, NPL in Glasgow, its dark outside, yellow streetlights, people from bands and other gigs walking the same way. When I get inside, there's a seat the first table, Jef and Gill are there, Adam's on the dancefloor, Andy Diamond too, other friends off of the internet in the near corner, friends I'm scared of talking to on the other side of the dance floor, Alan will be along later. Lots of drinks, plans and schemes, foolish ideas followed through and then a drunken stagger home.
But its not like that here. Occasionally there are echos and shadows and smokey reflections, like Hawthorns in Bolton in 1997, but its not like that here.
I drink three bottles of Tiger, enjoy Tender Trap and The Lovely Eggs songs, try to shrug off moldering resentment of something I can't quite put my finger on and head back to Walthamstow.
There's a dark shadow over east London, and its up to me to bring light to the area, its my job, I am the light bringer, the illuminator, I illuminate, I am the illuminatus.
Earlier on Friday I was at work, at my desk, and I snapped, the bureaucracy was getting too much, too frustrating, ticking boxes and filling in forms and deadlines, instead of making London's street's safer, saving lives. Some woman is going to be waiting for her husband to come come, waiting and waiting and he's not going to make it, casserole dish clatters to floor when the voice on the phone tells her what happened. Some bloke waiting outside a cinema for his date, who's he's fancied from the other side of the office for weeks, to arrive, dreaming of that first kiss, he's going to be waiting in vain. Some old duffer heading home after a week's hard labour at the works, never reaching his destination. All because I'm doing sodding paperwork for paperwork's sake.
Christ, I have a degree in manufacturing, speak half a dozen languages, can run 25K in one go, play guitar and have an encyclopedic knowledge of the Manchester, Glasgow and London indiescenes 1995 to 2011, and I'm stuff doing sodding paperwork.
I've lost something.
I always felt awkward at gigs, lonely, on my own, but this is different. Well, its the same as the last couple of gigs. I've lost something.
Looking back at my writings and verbage over the past 17 years, I used to churn it out. God, the shite I was writing, I had a passion, its was complete nonsense, but I had a passion, there was fire. Not any more. If it was turgid before, its worse now.
Despite feeling lonely at gigs, there were people with me. In Manchester Nosni, Zee, Roz, all the people at Flyer shows, Jim Bean, Timbo, Sap. Then in Glasgow, the first time round with Rab, Nick, Faye and Cleggy and the early Bowlie kids. The in round two, Alan, Adam, Martin, the whole Note and Sleazys scene.
But now, in London, I've lost something. Am I just old? I'm missing something, its gone.
Sure, I see Bob UnderExposed, nodding recognition, and I stand two and a half metres away from Nik from Moustache of Insanity, but its not the same. I'm in a room full of strangers.
Sure, I'm seeing bands that I've seen half a dozen times before in countless guises. The first time I saw The Lovely Eggs was on the train to my first Indietracks, they were playing to about three of us in a carriage. I didn't quite know what to make of them, but they were full of love. And there was history too.
Cos Holly was in Angelica, way back in the day, who did "Teenage Girl Crush" and "Why did you let my kitten die?", god knows if I saw them in the Manchester days, but I definitely saw them in Glasgow, I reckon twice, maybe three times. Flatmate Faye reckoned she knew them from school in Lancaster. I remember seeing them play the Art School, somewhere I still have photies, then one time I saw them at Ladyfest at the old 13th Note on Clyde Street. I was stood at the bar, next to Manda Rin from Bis and Faye's brother was up visiting too. I think I even did my old 'Wonderwall' shout. I remember these things clearly, I still had a soul in them days.Its a White Light club night at The Lexington, probably related to the old White Heat club night at Madame Jojos in Soho, Matty with a moustache is the DJ type person. I definitely still had whatever I've lost back when I went to Madame Jojos. Dananananaykroyd were playing, I saw big Duncan and Wee Susan from Glasgow, and it was okay.
About an hour before I had my rant at work, I was ploughing through paperwork, frustrating building up inside, head in my hands and a colleague from across the room started at me with what's wrong, a guy your age shouldn't have his head in his hands on a Friday afternoon, you should be living it up, the weekend's about to start, etc.
I've lived it up, I was there then. Look, here's my achievement badge, 584 gigs, 32 years of age, from The Boardwalk, to The Admiral to The Lexington.
And I'm stood two and a half metres from Nik from Moustache of Insanity, wondering where Andrew Bulhak is. Also wondering whether I should have brought along my missus or a friend who doesn't like gigs. That's it.
I'm reading John Robb's The North Will Rise Again, about the Manchester music scene 1976 to 1995, and I'm looking at the scene before me through polarised 3D specs. Is there a scene amongst the crowd at The Lexington? Are The Lovely Eggs here as part of that, hallowed guests from on high? High priestess Amelia Fletcher ministering the flock?
Am I here at all?
Is this just telephoned in from my flat, I'm hiding under the bed, scared to come out, exhausted after trying too hard? or not hard enough. Where are people I know and talk to?
Why aren't they here wearing whatever twenty-first century faces they have?
There's this timeless scene in my head, a paradigm, NPL in Glasgow, its dark outside, yellow streetlights, people from bands and other gigs walking the same way. When I get inside, there's a seat the first table, Jef and Gill are there, Adam's on the dancefloor, Andy Diamond too, other friends off of the internet in the near corner, friends I'm scared of talking to on the other side of the dance floor, Alan will be along later. Lots of drinks, plans and schemes, foolish ideas followed through and then a drunken stagger home.
But its not like that here. Occasionally there are echos and shadows and smokey reflections, like Hawthorns in Bolton in 1997, but its not like that here.
I drink three bottles of Tiger, enjoy Tender Trap and The Lovely Eggs songs, try to shrug off moldering resentment of something I can't quite put my finger on and head back to Walthamstow.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
The Loves Rocknroll Circus - Jamm, Brixton
I stand in the centre of a dark room, months since was last in a position like this, a London indiepop show. The Loves to the right, Monster Bobby some way behind, Iain HDIF to my left and Mr Solo on stage. I am all alone in a room full of (facebook) friends, for I am shy and that's just fine.Its The Loves's Rocknroll Circus thing, music and entertainment on stage.
I was watching the film Almost Famous yesterday for the first time, it didn't quite reinvigorate my belief in music, its been too long, but there was a little sparkle of was there then. Not 1979 in the film, but music scenes from the mid-90's until five months ago. The two hundred or so people in Jamm in Brixton don't quite work out the same as the stadiumfuls of people Stillwater played to. Besides, the fans in the film were half the age of the fans here tonight. The between band DJs put on Pulp's Babies, from sixteen years ago.
It was a bit of a rush job getting here, I debated whether to take public transport or drive for too long, and then spent too long driving here, so I missed the first few acts and I'm limited to one half pint of beer, when my shyness calls for gallons on booze to be overcome.
The first band I caught were King and The Olive Fields, I must have missed their better tracks cos it was a bit dreary for the last song or two, although for a few brief moments they sounded like the often rumoured Johnny Cash Joy Division covers band Johnny Division.
Next up was Mr Solo, former frontman of David Devant and His Spirit Wife. He has his finger on the pulse and his banter's good, but for all the theatrics I was rather disappointed that after all the faffing about setting up a projector, he only did one song.
On stage right now The Mai 68's are asking for help with the Guardian crossword between Dadaist songs. They're an art school ideal, even more so as a girl stood next to me at the front of the crowd is playing scrabble on her iPhone.
I preferred them when the vocals were lower down in the mix and you had to strain against the fuzz guitar to make out the lyrics. Sure there was a nice wigout at the end when the guitar let loose and noodled his ass off. But I've been following them for years since the Betsey Trotwood basement gig with Town Bike, when it was all smokey. Sure the glugging of pints of red wine is the same, and Indietracks 2008 was a high point, but the years of practising and playing have polished the grit from their set and I think its lost something for that.To my right some blonde girl has the same camera as me and is videoing half the set, if she ever gets it on YouTube you can check out what I mean.
Imagine, if you will the song 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now' by The Smiths, now imagine someone tap-dancing to it. It was a wonderful thing to behold, until the CD cut out halfway through, the dancer soldiered on to the crowd trying to sing along half remembered lyrics, but it was a one-joke act. 'How Soon Is Now?' would have been wonderful.
BobUnderexposed and KittenPainting are not here, according to Songkick they've seen The Loves more often than anyone else, I've seen them lots of times too, but maybe I can catch up.
The Loves' line-up may have changed since last time I saw them, they've swallowed half of Pocketbooks and and half of Arthur and Martha too. Alice on keyboards is looking mighty fine this evening, apart from Simon Loves' bow-tie no one else has really made an effort.
They're still playing 'Little Girl Blues', it still sounds great, but it was part of their original John Peel set a long time ago. I always preferred 'She'll Break Your Heart', the original version too before they cranked up the drums in '07.
There have been a few healthy changes of sound over the years and their smokey blues track 'Can you feel my heart beat (Boom Boom)' is monster track, should be available for download from their MySpace soon, but they've only cranked it up to eight, there's still three steps to go.
Crikey, that girl is still playing Scrabble on her iPhone. Who goes to a gig and stands right at the front and then plays Scrabble? Really? I mean Scrabble Sunday at The Hangover Lounge is all right, but this is Loves gig. Admittedly people are leaving, the place isn't as crowded as it was when I first came in, which is a shame, but understandable, its a school night, work tomorrow and it was a free gig.Well, no work for me, just stabbing away at flickr photies. Here's a slideshow of all the gig photies I've taken in London since 2007. Its thrilling stuff, not quite a snapshot of the indiepop scene, more of a running trawl.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
New Year's Resolutions status update
So, after a week, how have I been getting on with my New Year's resolutions:-
- Play a gig in London
Haven't even touched my guitar this year, but I did promise my girlfriend I'd write a song about her. - Find a job
Updated my CV once and had a look at reed.co.uk - Build my own audio pre amp
Had a look on Maplin and RS com for that preamp kit they used to sell. - 100+ pageviews a day here
Did it for a few days, but it's kind of tailed off now. Having said that, average views has gone up from 70-ish last month to 85 this year. - Reduce my debts by more than 50%
Jesus wept, the other day my gas got connected again, and I ended up spending £8 on one day's worth of heating. £8, that's like two hours work for me. So I'm going to have to wear my warm clothes in the house more and turn the heating off. - Mercilessly crush my enemies
I did a bit of a project plan for this, but have failed to identify any realistic external enemies. - Run 10K in less that 25 minutes
Its a bit cold out, but I did see my running shoes in my wardrobe the other day.
Sunday, 3 January 2010
New years resolutions
For 2010 I hereby resolve to:-
- Play a gig in London in front of people who've paid to come in
- Find a
newjob with better hours that's a bit more career-orientated rather than just rent-paying - Build my own audio pre amp
- Draw more traffic to this blog (+100 pageviews a day)
- Reduce my debts by more than 50% (£3,500)
- Mercilessly crush my enemies
- Run 10K in less that 25 minutes
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Venue in your town
This will be a slowly growing table of live music venues across the UK, based on size and vibe. I'll be adding to it as and when I can, but its based on the theory that the 13th Note in Glasgow has the same bands and the same vibe as The Buffalo Bar in London or the Night and Day in Manchester.
The theory is that you can declare that you quite like going to the Night and Day in Manchester, so if you happen to be in Glasgow, you could pop into the 13th Note and you're likely to have a good time. Aye?
Any more suggestions of venues and towns would be appreciated, leave them in the comments, cheers
| Location | Snowball- class | Plimpton- class | Pipettes- class | Pastels- class | Prodigy- class |
| Glasgow | Tchai Ovna | 13th Note | King Tuts | Glasgow Academy | SECC |
| Hull | The Adelphi | Town Hall | |||
| London | The Lamb on Conduit Street | The Buffalo Bar | The Luminaire | Bush Hall | Wembley Arena |
| Manchester | unknown | Roadhouse | Students Union | Manchester Academy | MEN Arena |
The theory is that you can declare that you quite like going to the Night and Day in Manchester, so if you happen to be in Glasgow, you could pop into the 13th Note and you're likely to have a good time. Aye?
Any more suggestions of venues and towns would be appreciated, leave them in the comments, cheers
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Rummaging
After remembering a few old old gigs from Glasgow, my gigography on Songkick is up to 518 shows since 12th July 1995.
The bands that I've seen more than anyone else on Songkick are:-
And I'm trying to remember the name of Wee Patrick and Lucy's band who played the Winchester Club once, they played the theme tune from The Raccoons.
The bands that I've seen more than anyone else on Songkick are:-
- Plimptons - 50 shows
- MJ Hibbett (solo) - 19 shows
- The Hector Collectors - 14 shows
- Camera Obscura - 9 shows
- The Just Joans - 9 shows
- The School - 9 shows
- Flyer - 8 shows
- The Gresham Flyers - 8 shows
- The Deirdres - 6 shows
- MJ Hibbett and the Validators - 6 shows
- Scunner - 6 shows
- Superstar - 6 shows
- The Bobby McGees - 6 shows
- The Give It Ups - 5 shows
- My Legendary Girlfriend - 5 shows
- Ballboy - 4 shows
- Pete Green - 10 times
- Allo Darlin - 7 times
- Stars of Aviation - 6 times
- Wintergreen - 5 times
- Ally Kerr - 6 times
- Soundbuggy - 6 times
- Dot to Dot - 5 times
- Ceylan - 3 times
- The Hate Brigade - 3 times
- The Owsley Sunshine - 3 times
- Tiny Little Hearts - 3 times
And I'm trying to remember the name of Wee Patrick and Lucy's band who played the Winchester Club once, they played the theme tune from The Raccoons.
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Musical Interlude #35
Hi, this is my cover of The Buggles's Video Killed the Radio Star.
Enjoy...
And if you like it, there's loads more of my covers, over here
Enjoy...
And if you like it, there's loads more of my covers, over here
Forced Whimsy
New Plimptons video, very season 1 Mighty Booshish.
Go on, tell all your friends about it.
Go on, tell all your friends about it.
Monday, 29 December 2008
Scenester Scene #1
I'm been wondering about how to map the music scene for a while now, its been lurking at the back of my head for month, only bubbling to the forefront on talking to muso-types. But it finally formed a shape in ma heid last night, driving home in a flu-conceived delerium.
The invocation of Venn
Any band can get their own gig, but its the promoters who make the scene, promoters putting on bands who've already passed the hurdle of convincing another person to put them on. 'Music scene' is very subjective, but for me it means the gigs I go to. For someone else its means the gigs they go to. Back in Glasgow it would be The Winchester Club, Drive Carefully Records and Pin Up Nights, but here in London I habitually go to Twee As Fuck and Lost Music, with occasional ventures to White Heat, Goonite, HDIF and a few others.
These promoters are pretty good a picking bands that I enjoy seeing, and occasionally different promoters have the same bands playing, its like a stamp of quality for the bands.
By my reckoning Twee As Fuck have had 60 different bands playing and Lost Music have had 72, the two overlapping by 12 bands.
Bands who've played both Twee As Fuck and Lost Music (12 of them)
Hong Kong in the 60s
Little My
Mexican Kids At Home
Mono Taxi
Pocketbooks
St Christopher
Stars of Aviation
Still Corners
The Hermit Crabs
The Just Joans
The Pains of being pure at heart
The School
Bands who've played Twee As Fuck and not Lost Music (48 of them)
A Classic Education
A Smile and A Ribbon
Afternoon Naps
Bears
Bearsuit
Betty and the Werewolves
Bricolage
Comet Gain
Connan and Moccasins
Esiotrot
Fanfarlo
Hands on Heads
Hatcham Social
Hotpants Romance
Iguana Nights
Ipso Facto
Je Suis Animal
King and the Olive Fields
Liestenstein
Lis-Bonne
Little Things
Love is all
Monade
My Sad Captains
Peter Parker
Sexy Kids
Shragg
Strange Idols
The Bobby McGees
The Bridal Shop
The Chiara Ls
The Crisps
The Duloks
The Felt Tips
The Inconsolables
The Mai 68s
The Mare
The Margarets
The Noughts and Crosses Band
The Voluntary Butler Scheme
The Wave Pictures
The Winter Club
Theoretical Girl
Tom Hatred and the Angry Band
Vic Godard and Subway Sect
Wake the President
Would-be-goods
Zoey Van Goey
Bands who've played Lost Music and not Twee As Fuck (60 of them)
Air Formation
Autocolt
Champion Kickboxer
Charlie Don't Surf
Daniel Benjamin
Downdime
Dyrain
Falling out of cars
Havana Guns
Horowitz
Indurain
Irene
Jesus Licks
Model Morning
Molloy
Mr Solo
Nat Johnson
Navvy
Pete Green
Phil Wilson
Plans and Apologies
Radio Luxembourg
Santa Dog
Sarandon
Secret Shine
Silver Springs
Slow Down Tallahassee
Smokers Die Younger
Sparkys Magic Piano
Strawberry Story
Swimsuit Issue
Tall Poppies
The All New Adventures of Us
The Argonauts
The Arndales
The Candy Twins
The Cut Outs
The Darlings
The Delanies
The Electric Pop Group
The Fischers
The Gresham Flyers
The Hillfields
The J-Pegs
The Keith John Adams
The Kick Inside
The Lieutenants Mistress
The Lodger
The Loves
The Manhattan Love Suicides
The Night Jars
The Postcards
The Puncture Repair Kit
The Sailplanes
The Scaremongers
The Social Services
The Trudy
The Understudies
Their Hearts were full of Spring
Time. Space. Repeat
You can view all the raw(ish) data here on Googledocs
Well, this wee data analysis has been fun and informative, I'm sure you'll agree. Hasn't really helped me on the job front, and now this flu has my eyes streaming as well as my nose. There's no hope for me.
Other promotions I need to parse in the future
Fortuna Pop (done)
Spiral Scratch (done)
Offbeat
HDIF
Guided Missile
White Heat
If there's any bands I've missed or promoters I've forgotten, let me know. I see this one rolling and rolling
The invocation of Venn
Any band can get their own gig, but its the promoters who make the scene, promoters putting on bands who've already passed the hurdle of convincing another person to put them on. 'Music scene' is very subjective, but for me it means the gigs I go to. For someone else its means the gigs they go to. Back in Glasgow it would be The Winchester Club, Drive Carefully Records and Pin Up Nights, but here in London I habitually go to Twee As Fuck and Lost Music, with occasional ventures to White Heat, Goonite, HDIF and a few others.
These promoters are pretty good a picking bands that I enjoy seeing, and occasionally different promoters have the same bands playing, its like a stamp of quality for the bands.
By my reckoning Twee As Fuck have had 60 different bands playing and Lost Music have had 72, the two overlapping by 12 bands.
Bands who've played both Twee As Fuck and Lost Music (12 of them)
Hong Kong in the 60s
Little My
Mexican Kids At Home
Mono Taxi
Pocketbooks
St Christopher
Stars of Aviation
Still Corners
The Hermit Crabs
The Just Joans
The Pains of being pure at heart
The School
Bands who've played Twee As Fuck and not Lost Music (48 of them)
A Classic Education
A Smile and A Ribbon
Afternoon Naps
Bears
Bearsuit
Betty and the Werewolves
Bricolage
Comet Gain
Connan and Moccasins
Esiotrot
Fanfarlo
Hands on Heads
Hatcham Social
Hotpants Romance
Iguana Nights
Ipso Facto
Je Suis Animal
King and the Olive Fields
Liestenstein
Lis-Bonne
Little Things
Love is all
Monade
My Sad Captains
Peter Parker
Sexy Kids
Shragg
Strange Idols
The Bobby McGees
The Bridal Shop
The Chiara Ls
The Crisps
The Duloks
The Felt Tips
The Inconsolables
The Mai 68s
The Mare
The Margarets
The Noughts and Crosses Band
The Voluntary Butler Scheme
The Wave Pictures
The Winter Club
Theoretical Girl
Tom Hatred and the Angry Band
Vic Godard and Subway Sect
Wake the President
Would-be-goods
Zoey Van Goey
Bands who've played Lost Music and not Twee As Fuck (60 of them)
Air Formation
Autocolt
Champion Kickboxer
Charlie Don't Surf
Daniel Benjamin
Downdime
Dyrain
Falling out of cars
Havana Guns
Horowitz
Indurain
Irene
Jesus Licks
Model Morning
Molloy
Mr Solo
Nat Johnson
Navvy
Pete Green
Phil Wilson
Plans and Apologies
Radio Luxembourg
Santa Dog
Sarandon
Secret Shine
Silver Springs
Slow Down Tallahassee
Smokers Die Younger
Sparkys Magic Piano
Strawberry Story
Swimsuit Issue
Tall Poppies
The All New Adventures of Us
The Argonauts
The Arndales
The Candy Twins
The Cut Outs
The Darlings
The Delanies
The Electric Pop Group
The Fischers
The Gresham Flyers
The Hillfields
The J-Pegs
The Keith John Adams
The Kick Inside
The Lieutenants Mistress
The Lodger
The Loves
The Manhattan Love Suicides
The Night Jars
The Postcards
The Puncture Repair Kit
The Sailplanes
The Scaremongers
The Social Services
The Trudy
The Understudies
Their Hearts were full of Spring
Time. Space. Repeat
You can view all the raw(ish) data here on Googledocs
Well, this wee data analysis has been fun and informative, I'm sure you'll agree. Hasn't really helped me on the job front, and now this flu has my eyes streaming as well as my nose. There's no hope for me.
Other promotions I need to parse in the future
Fortuna Pop (done)
Spiral Scratch (done)
Offbeat
HDIF
Guided Missile
White Heat
If there's any bands I've missed or promoters I've forgotten, let me know. I see this one rolling and rolling
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Ashes two
Over on my Soundcloud page it has it that someone's downloading my songs, this fills my tummy with honey, that someone thinks so much of them that they're carrying the MP3s away, maybe to listen to on their iPods or to put in a podcast to feed to people.
This is my cover of Ash's Angel Interceptor
And this is Girl From Mars
This is my cover of Ash's Angel Interceptor
And this is Girl From Mars
Saturday, 20 September 2008
Score
Saw Bill Drummond last night doing a book reading/signing thing for his new book 17.
It was a little bit boring, but he appears to be an identical back of head twin with Gav King of Partick, back of head-wise it's like they were seperated at birth. I tried to explain it to my brother and sister-in-law, but by the time I'd explained allabout why he was called King of Partick and the thing in Friends with Joeys identical hand twin, Bill had gone and it was impossible to see the back of his head. I should have taken a photie.
Anyhoo, throughout the book he's got these musical scores, instructions of how to recreate The17. I thought I'd have a go.
I think, practically, I've only achieved my score with The Plimptons, MJ Hibbett and Pete Green.
Seventeen gigs is a hell of a lot, it gets numbing after a while, that's what the score tries to express. Whilst you can easily listen to an album over and over again over a series of months, seeing a live show, as a more embracing experience, it gets kind of choking.
That popshow in Brighton a few weeks back, I thought it would be a fun jaunt out to the wilds, but it almost killed me. It took about three weeks before I could bring myself to go to any more shows. And even then its like scar tissue, the feeling's no there.
Seeing March of Dimes on Thursday was more about seeing Seaney Boy from university than a musical performance, it was trying to reach back and try again differently.
The music was good and I've been listening to the CD on repeat, kind of like My Sad Captains americana with the starkness and instrumentation of Butcher Boy and was rather nifty epic lead guitar work. If I had a way I get my gig promoter chums to chase them up for more shows in the Sheffield/Nottingham/London scenes.
And seeing MJ Hibbett the other night at the Buffalo, was like a warm security blanket after a crap day at work, the wee nods of 'was there then' and knowing about the songs as I lurked in the shadows.
Actually, it was the first time I'd been to the Buffalo Bar in ages and ages, and I drifted off into the dark days of last year, thinking we'd see each other there more often, hang out at shows, be closer together, but that's a whole parallel universe away.
I think I'm pretty lost right now.
It was a little bit boring, but he appears to be an identical back of head twin with Gav King of Partick, back of head-wise it's like they were seperated at birth. I tried to explain it to my brother and sister-in-law, but by the time I'd explained allabout why he was called King of Partick and the thing in Friends with Joeys identical hand twin, Bill had gone and it was impossible to see the back of his head. I should have taken a photie.
Anyhoo, throughout the book he's got these musical scores, instructions of how to recreate The17. I thought I'd have a go.I think, practically, I've only achieved my score with The Plimptons, MJ Hibbett and Pete Green.
Seventeen gigs is a hell of a lot, it gets numbing after a while, that's what the score tries to express. Whilst you can easily listen to an album over and over again over a series of months, seeing a live show, as a more embracing experience, it gets kind of choking.
That popshow in Brighton a few weeks back, I thought it would be a fun jaunt out to the wilds, but it almost killed me. It took about three weeks before I could bring myself to go to any more shows. And even then its like scar tissue, the feeling's no there.
Seeing March of Dimes on Thursday was more about seeing Seaney Boy from university than a musical performance, it was trying to reach back and try again differently.The music was good and I've been listening to the CD on repeat, kind of like My Sad Captains americana with the starkness and instrumentation of Butcher Boy and was rather nifty epic lead guitar work. If I had a way I get my gig promoter chums to chase them up for more shows in the Sheffield/Nottingham/London scenes.
And seeing MJ Hibbett the other night at the Buffalo, was like a warm security blanket after a crap day at work, the wee nods of 'was there then' and knowing about the songs as I lurked in the shadows.
Actually, it was the first time I'd been to the Buffalo Bar in ages and ages, and I drifted off into the dark days of last year, thinking we'd see each other there more often, hang out at shows, be closer together, but that's a whole parallel universe away.
I think I'm pretty lost right now.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Roundup #167 - Bowlie Final Countdown photies
In lieu of Bowlie, this is a round up of all the photies across the internets from the Final Countdown Weekend. That'll be Friday night's quiz thing, the gig at Jamm on Saturday and the picnic on Sunday. Aye
Flickr
Mine
also mine
Mae
Angel Justine
Inuitmonster
Your Funny Uncle
also here
Ms Bexy
Sunshine Pop
James I Skinner
acb
String Bean Jen
Facebook
Astrid
Jens
also here
Reb
If there's any I've missed, feel free to let me know.
Flickr
Mine
also mine
Mae
Angel Justine
Inuitmonster
Your Funny Uncle
also here
Ms Bexy
Sunshine Pop
James I Skinner
acb
String Bean Jen
Astrid
Jens
also here
Reb
If there's any I've missed, feel free to let me know.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Exci
OOh, excitement over at MJ Hibbett's Exciting Life in Rock as he talks about a gig that I was at. First time I ever saw MJ Hibbett play live, and it was just like he say. The act who played a few days earlier doing the same Boom Boom Shake the Room was Alex Thee Moths.
And he mentions Katie from the Just Joans, its like the seeds of indiepop being sown.
And he mentions Katie from the Just Joans, its like the seeds of indiepop being sown.
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Culture
I was on telly, maybe for as long as four seconds, according to my brother I spoke fourteen words.
The other week I wandered along to a Gresham Flyers gig and there was a film crew there to record The Scaremongers. Between bands Trev Lost, the promoter, grabbed me, the filmer crew were looking for folk to interview, all those years of going to too many gigs must have paid off.
They interviewed about half a dozen folk, and whilst I wittered on for about fifteen minutes, they edited it down to four seconds and then another five seconds of Nat, the other promoter/DJ.
YouTube clip
Or if you wanna watch the whole piece, try The Culture Show on iplayer here, but its only up for a week.
After watching the show, several things strike me, most significantly the sneaking suspicion that the gig and 'The Scaremongers' is a shameless marketing ploy, a publicity stunt to punt Armitage's new book.
This suspicion is founded on the way The Scaremongers have only done one gig, the wee snatch of the bass player saying they've only had one rehearsal, despite the fact that the chattering indie web has been talking about them for months, they've got half a dozen songs and videos up on YouTube, several appearances on Mark Radcliffe's radio show, and dozens of gig promoters screaming at them to play more.
I've been a shy rock star fantasist myself, I had a gig in London once, and there was more than one rehearsal, heck there was half a dozen practise sessions at acoustic open mics and subsequent support shows with mate's bands. With Simon Armitage and The Scaremongers, too all appearances, there's been none of that, and even when he was on stage, he was singing from a lyric sheet. This is despite most of the songs doing the rounds for six months previously.
There's something that stinks about it, that can't just be explained by nerves.
File under Peaches Geldof and Rodnik.
The other week I wandered along to a Gresham Flyers gig and there was a film crew there to record The Scaremongers. Between bands Trev Lost, the promoter, grabbed me, the filmer crew were looking for folk to interview, all those years of going to too many gigs must have paid off.
They interviewed about half a dozen folk, and whilst I wittered on for about fifteen minutes, they edited it down to four seconds and then another five seconds of Nat, the other promoter/DJ.
YouTube clip
Or if you wanna watch the whole piece, try The Culture Show on iplayer here, but its only up for a week.
After watching the show, several things strike me, most significantly the sneaking suspicion that the gig and 'The Scaremongers' is a shameless marketing ploy, a publicity stunt to punt Armitage's new book.
This suspicion is founded on the way The Scaremongers have only done one gig, the wee snatch of the bass player saying they've only had one rehearsal, despite the fact that the chattering indie web has been talking about them for months, they've got half a dozen songs and videos up on YouTube, several appearances on Mark Radcliffe's radio show, and dozens of gig promoters screaming at them to play more.
I've been a shy rock star fantasist myself, I had a gig in London once, and there was more than one rehearsal, heck there was half a dozen practise sessions at acoustic open mics and subsequent support shows with mate's bands. With Simon Armitage and The Scaremongers, too all appearances, there's been none of that, and even when he was on stage, he was singing from a lyric sheet. This is despite most of the songs doing the rounds for six months previously.
There's something that stinks about it, that can't just be explained by nerves.
File under Peaches Geldof and Rodnik.
Sunday, 1 June 2008
On dating
Recently a friend suggested I try the Guardian's Soulmates webiste, I knocked back the idea outright. Its not for me.
And here's why.
I don't struggle at meeting new people. In the course of my extra-curricular activities, both online and in real life, I'm surrounded. Thousands of people check out my websites, hundreds of people read my posts on message boards, dozens of people go to the same gigs as me. At any point I can turn the girl next to me and say "Hey, how's it going, what did you think of that last one.".
I'll accept that starting off the conversation terrifies me, but after that, its plain sailing, I can be rounded and charming enough to carry it off.
So, what is the problem?
Even when out with friends, I sit at the side, or stand at the back keeping quiet, gazing into the distance, or into my pint, sometimes my mind travels in time. It takes a cattle prod to get me communicating.
I'm not sure how Soulmates will help there.
Since I discovered my cock some time in the mid-nineties, I've have about six relationships that lasted over four months, none more than seven. It worries me, there's something very wrong. I mention it to friends on MSN, my worries. And then every so often in response to me saying something outragous, the friends on MSN will say something like "I can see why it only lasts six months".
I find it patronising and condescending, and it makes me think they're fools. They know nothing of context. I take it too seriously.
Yesterday, I was at Dr Sketchy's, the burlesque life-drawing thing. Keeping quiet at the back with my post-it pad and biro, between drawing tasks, I scrawled a wee list of those lucky lucky 4-7 month relationships and how they ended. And drew a pie chart too. The reasons they ended are diverse, only two reasons non-unique. The most popular reason for splitting up, with 2.5 hits, is 'moved to London'. This shouldn't reoccur, I've implemented corrective action. The second non-unique reason, is my refusal to come back after being dumped and then begged back.
Me saying something outrageous, has never had any bearing on the end of a relationship.
Looking at the list, the other terrifying thing is what could be called the Good Luck Chuck factor. More than half the girlfriends got engaged shortly after we broke up. Never seen the film, but I understand to break the curse I have to hump Jessica Alba. Alas she never returns my calls.
What to do?
Fuck knows.
If I don't shut anything down, or close off any of my options, the possibilities for the future are limitless.
So carry on reviewing gigs, carry on going to geeky internet meetups, carry on drawing pictures, carry on as usual with brief psychotic episodes of frustration, jealousy and anger.
Then again, the friend was also signing up to Guardian's Soulmates herself, so it could have been a round about way of asking me out. But I very much doubt it.
And here's why.
I don't struggle at meeting new people. In the course of my extra-curricular activities, both online and in real life, I'm surrounded. Thousands of people check out my websites, hundreds of people read my posts on message boards, dozens of people go to the same gigs as me. At any point I can turn the girl next to me and say "Hey, how's it going, what did you think of that last one.".
I'll accept that starting off the conversation terrifies me, but after that, its plain sailing, I can be rounded and charming enough to carry it off.
So, what is the problem?
Even when out with friends, I sit at the side, or stand at the back keeping quiet, gazing into the distance, or into my pint, sometimes my mind travels in time. It takes a cattle prod to get me communicating.
I'm not sure how Soulmates will help there.
Since I discovered my cock some time in the mid-nineties, I've have about six relationships that lasted over four months, none more than seven. It worries me, there's something very wrong. I mention it to friends on MSN, my worries. And then every so often in response to me saying something outragous, the friends on MSN will say something like "I can see why it only lasts six months".
I find it patronising and condescending, and it makes me think they're fools. They know nothing of context. I take it too seriously.
Yesterday, I was at Dr Sketchy's, the burlesque life-drawing thing. Keeping quiet at the back with my post-it pad and biro, between drawing tasks, I scrawled a wee list of those lucky lucky 4-7 month relationships and how they ended. And drew a pie chart too. The reasons they ended are diverse, only two reasons non-unique. The most popular reason for splitting up, with 2.5 hits, is 'moved to London'. This shouldn't reoccur, I've implemented corrective action. The second non-unique reason, is my refusal to come back after being dumped and then begged back.
Me saying something outrageous, has never had any bearing on the end of a relationship.
Looking at the list, the other terrifying thing is what could be called the Good Luck Chuck factor. More than half the girlfriends got engaged shortly after we broke up. Never seen the film, but I understand to break the curse I have to hump Jessica Alba. Alas she never returns my calls.
What to do?
Fuck knows.
If I don't shut anything down, or close off any of my options, the possibilities for the future are limitless.
So carry on reviewing gigs, carry on going to geeky internet meetups, carry on drawing pictures, carry on as usual with brief psychotic episodes of frustration, jealousy and anger.
Then again, the friend was also signing up to Guardian's Soulmates herself, so it could have been a round about way of asking me out. But I very much doubt it.
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Game raising
Do I raise my game?
On places like the nuddy chicks site, in addition to the handful of pics a day, I also post about politics and random ranting and gig reviews and music and stuff, just keep pushing and pushing. Getting more traffic from more different quarters rather than just the youporn and sex blogger sectors?
The shyness that dogs me in real life, I'd never quite noticed it online, but its there just the same. Whilst I can just about handle getting on stage, standing on a table, waving my arms about and talking any old shit to an audience of thousands, sharing my innermost privacies with half a million net surfers. I can't just chat to folk.
There's a threshold to cross, at NPL or HDIF or Spiral Scratch. I stand in the shadows or sit in a corner, gazing at my pint or stabbing at my phone, until at some point someone says hi, or sense takes over and I get up. This threshold, this threshold.
Its the same online in MSN, Twitter, Facebook et al. I bubble in the corner, distracting myself with the internet, creating and racing, until the threshold gets unbearable and I step over to speak to the folk who've popped up in the bottom right. Other people's comments and links become too ubiquitous and I feel left out to the point of fixing it. The tangible threshold.
IP addresses to, on the statcounter logs, the familiar ones from one day to the next, glancing over whilst I stare at my pint and stab fixedly at my keyboard.
On places like the nuddy chicks site, in addition to the handful of pics a day, I also post about politics and random ranting and gig reviews and music and stuff, just keep pushing and pushing. Getting more traffic from more different quarters rather than just the youporn and sex blogger sectors?
The shyness that dogs me in real life, I'd never quite noticed it online, but its there just the same. Whilst I can just about handle getting on stage, standing on a table, waving my arms about and talking any old shit to an audience of thousands, sharing my innermost privacies with half a million net surfers. I can't just chat to folk.
There's a threshold to cross, at NPL or HDIF or Spiral Scratch. I stand in the shadows or sit in a corner, gazing at my pint or stabbing at my phone, until at some point someone says hi, or sense takes over and I get up. This threshold, this threshold.
Its the same online in MSN, Twitter, Facebook et al. I bubble in the corner, distracting myself with the internet, creating and racing, until the threshold gets unbearable and I step over to speak to the folk who've popped up in the bottom right. Other people's comments and links become too ubiquitous and I feel left out to the point of fixing it. The tangible threshold.
IP addresses to, on the statcounter logs, the familiar ones from one day to the next, glancing over whilst I stare at my pint and stab fixedly at my keyboard.
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Descent once more
Went along to the London Blogger's meet last night. Without Aref-Adib, my chum from work, I flailed miserably with my poor social skills. Sat in silence listening to the chap who does this, then chatted to some other guy about search engine optimisation for a few minutes.
I've been doing it wrong, maybe intentionally. Part of me pulls towards trying to get as much traffic as possible at any cost, and part of me pulls towards just doing my own thing, giving no concessions to the crowd. Which just leaves everything I do being a little crap.
Text message from Fiona saying she was going to the Comet Gain gig, so I grabbed my jacket and fled the bloggers. Why is Waterloo station so big? Got to The Enterprise about ten minutes after I'd said I'd meet Fi. She wasn't there, but Comet Gain were just starting. Now they were one of my favourite bands until I last reset my Last.Fm account, but last night they were a little pants, the vocals were muffled and uneven, they guy couldn't remember the names of the words to his songs, the folk onstage seemed pretty unfamiliar with it all. The crowd loved them mind.
Ooh, I saw Kate from Glasgow, we said hi briefly, but I lost my bottle and ran outside to wait on Fiona. Quick phone call to say she'd be there in five minutes and an hour later she turns up with Kerry and we catch the last half of The Wave Pictures, tonight's headline act. They sounded a little like Hefner, with more Brett from Suede vocals. I liked them untilthey played about seven songs too many. It was knackering stuff, but again the crowd loved them, singing along all through.
Cocked up getting the train home, wrong branch of the Northern Line and ended up in Bank.
I got home starving and disinclined to do anything online. For some reason the flat's aol connection is a bit ropey, I can't access hotmail, MS messenger, youtube, indienudes, myspace and a few others unless I use youhide.com.
This chap posted a comment one of my flickr pictures and whilst the comment was positive and encouraging, I clicked through to look at his own stuff and it completely blew me away. Its what I want to do, but miles better than I can do. My post-it notes stuff has reached a plateau, the art's not getting any better in biro, I'm just churning out pictures that look very similar. It stops in May.
I was just dozing off 1am when I woke up, it sounded like the folk next door were having pretty energetic sex, the final thrusts against a wall, shaking the building. Damn them.
Text message from mother the next morning, earthquake, 5.3 on the Richter Scale
I've been doing it wrong, maybe intentionally. Part of me pulls towards trying to get as much traffic as possible at any cost, and part of me pulls towards just doing my own thing, giving no concessions to the crowd. Which just leaves everything I do being a little crap.
Text message from Fiona saying she was going to the Comet Gain gig, so I grabbed my jacket and fled the bloggers. Why is Waterloo station so big? Got to The Enterprise about ten minutes after I'd said I'd meet Fi. She wasn't there, but Comet Gain were just starting. Now they were one of my favourite bands until I last reset my Last.Fm account, but last night they were a little pants, the vocals were muffled and uneven, they guy couldn't remember the names of the words to his songs, the folk onstage seemed pretty unfamiliar with it all. The crowd loved them mind.
Ooh, I saw Kate from Glasgow, we said hi briefly, but I lost my bottle and ran outside to wait on Fiona. Quick phone call to say she'd be there in five minutes and an hour later she turns up with Kerry and we catch the last half of The Wave Pictures, tonight's headline act. They sounded a little like Hefner, with more Brett from Suede vocals. I liked them untilthey played about seven songs too many. It was knackering stuff, but again the crowd loved them, singing along all through.
Cocked up getting the train home, wrong branch of the Northern Line and ended up in Bank.
I got home starving and disinclined to do anything online. For some reason the flat's aol connection is a bit ropey, I can't access hotmail, MS messenger, youtube, indienudes, myspace and a few others unless I use youhide.com.
This chap posted a comment one of my flickr pictures and whilst the comment was positive and encouraging, I clicked through to look at his own stuff and it completely blew me away. Its what I want to do, but miles better than I can do. My post-it notes stuff has reached a plateau, the art's not getting any better in biro, I'm just churning out pictures that look very similar. It stops in May.
I was just dozing off 1am when I woke up, it sounded like the folk next door were having pretty energetic sex, the final thrusts against a wall, shaking the building. Damn them.
Text message from mother the next morning, earthquake, 5.3 on the Richter Scale
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
Ah, crisis over, somehow the NumLock key on my laptop had become pressed. But luckily I pressed it again and all my problems went away. I like it when life's like that.
So, as I was saying, I'm still a little drunk from last night, although starting to sober up in the past ten minutes. Dananananaykroyd gig, photies on flickr here. Felt well comfortable there, it was at this place in the middle of Soho, and I was a bit scared, but then realised it was on the same street as the Thai restaurant I keep going to.
A few familiar faces in the crowd, London folk who I just see around and of course the Dananananas. Wee Susan was there, I babbled endlessly, its weird how long it takes for me to get into being able to, I've vaguely known her for about four years now. Strange strobe-lit flashbacks of seeing her in the Barfly, back in pre-Glasgow Indie Eyespy times.
On the way home there was a fire from the direction of my factor, I sprinted over to find a burnt out AA van, would have taken photies, but felt self conscious in front of two fire engines and a few police cars.
So, as I was saying, I'm still a little drunk from last night, although starting to sober up in the past ten minutes. Dananananaykroyd gig, photies on flickr here. Felt well comfortable there, it was at this place in the middle of Soho, and I was a bit scared, but then realised it was on the same street as the Thai restaurant I keep going to.
A few familiar faces in the crowd, London folk who I just see around and of course the Dananananas. Wee Susan was there, I babbled endlessly, its weird how long it takes for me to get into being able to, I've vaguely known her for about four years now. Strange strobe-lit flashbacks of seeing her in the Barfly, back in pre-Glasgow Indie Eyespy times.
On the way home there was a fire from the direction of my factor, I sprinted over to find a burnt out AA van, would have taken photies, but felt self conscious in front of two fire engines and a few police cars.
Friday, 21 September 2007
Its been almost a week since I spoke to Nat, and also a week since she spoke to me too. Likewise with my mum, but its getting on for a fortnight.
Its kind of like that conceit from the Die Hard movies where Bruce Willis doesn't phone his wife.
Friday, almost weekend time. Some gig at Monkey Chews tonight, Fiona can't make it cos her boyf's parents are around, so I'll go on my own, watch the bands, lurk in the shadows and escape into the night. Not sure whether to start driving up tonight, or tomorrow morning, but I feel strangely obliged to go to this Bolton School Reunion thing tomorrow, although my feelings are similar to that I feel before NPL or Bowlie meets.
What happened to my friendships with the folk there, did I drift away, did I do something, of is it just in my head. Like when Lynsey Mop accused me of being a hermit and that's why she stopped speaking to me, when cause and effect work both ways, I became a hermit cos people stopped speaking to me.
I know how my mum feels, its a case of making that step of wandering round saying "Hi, how you doing, I'm Chris,". Its hard sometimes.
I got a feed for the podcast, its here
http://www.btpodshow.com/feeds/theindiepopprogram.xml
now what?
If you wait long enough there'll always be a webcomic about everything in your head,
This from xkcd
and this from Sinfest
Its kind of like that conceit from the Die Hard movies where Bruce Willis doesn't phone his wife.
Friday, almost weekend time. Some gig at Monkey Chews tonight, Fiona can't make it cos her boyf's parents are around, so I'll go on my own, watch the bands, lurk in the shadows and escape into the night. Not sure whether to start driving up tonight, or tomorrow morning, but I feel strangely obliged to go to this Bolton School Reunion thing tomorrow, although my feelings are similar to that I feel before NPL or Bowlie meets.
What happened to my friendships with the folk there, did I drift away, did I do something, of is it just in my head. Like when Lynsey Mop accused me of being a hermit and that's why she stopped speaking to me, when cause and effect work both ways, I became a hermit cos people stopped speaking to me.
I know how my mum feels, its a case of making that step of wandering round saying "Hi, how you doing, I'm Chris,". Its hard sometimes.
I got a feed for the podcast, its here
http://www.btpodshow.com/feeds/theindiepopprogram.xml
now what?
If you wait long enough there'll always be a webcomic about everything in your head,
This from xkcd
and this from Sinfest
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