All entries for September 2005

September 28, 2005

The time it keeps on turning

Yep, severe lack of blog entries. Work is a busy place y'know, and STILL no internet at home. Soon my blog shall be restored to it's former busy glory. I'll try and put the McFly pic up later as well. One of them looks a bit stunned…

September 27, 2005

Back when…

So, it won't be as beautifully written as the one that got deleted when the page decided to close itself.

But interesting stuff I did a couple of weeks ago:
Unexpectedly got to go to the HMV digital launch in Leicester Square. There was a red carpet'n'all! I wouldn't recommend drinking at lunchtime when you work though, but when people have ready poured wine, you feel guilty not having a glass on your somewhat empty stomach. The delicately tiny nibbles aren't quite enough by the time they go round the whole room!

I thought it was going to be another boring industry launch but oh no, not HMV! I met Steve Knott (HMV Europe MD and former NME Editor), Head of PR for HMV, brushed past Roger Daltrey of The Who, got to watch an unexpected short Razorlight set (and having missed them several times over the past two years, it was nice to finally see them…from the front…without getting squashed…for free) AND got my picture taken with McFly for a little snapshot in the mag. A lunchtime of adventure.

A couple of weeks after that, I went to another thing that noone wanted to go to. An event put on by Tiscali. I thought I was going to see a Suffrajets showcase, which didn't exactly fill me with glee, but turns out it was a screening of loads of backstage sessions done by awesome bands for Tiscali at Reading. Covent Garden screening rooms are very nice and comfy and the nibbles were nice too. I was good though and drank water.

September 22, 2005

Noo revoo – Shout Out Louds: Howl Howl Gaff Gaff

My new review of Shout Out Louds - Howl Howl Gaff Gaff is up!

Just to clarify though, that they'll become more talked about than The Arcade Fire is not my personal opinion, it's a nice album but it's not THAT good.

Also I drew a link to Cornelius which must've been too obscure a reference because it's gone, but it's very true. Get some Cornelius and see what I mean.

Brief stuff

Maybe I actually WILL update my blog this weekend…maybe.

So in brief: Garbage have split up
There's loads of really good stuff available in the HMV sales. I went yesterday lunchtime so I can't remember what exactly.

September 17, 2005

Argumentative, and you've got the face on

Huge huge thanks to someone called Matthew Sheppard who directed me to the cached version of this entry, muchly muchly appreciated!

A song I've had stuck in my head for days is Mardy Bum by Arctic Monkeys. It's one of those songs that encapsulates something we have all thought and felt in a really effective way. It sort of expresses a sigh very articulately. When you just feel like giving up with someone but you know there's another side to them that you'd miss too much so you're resigned to waiting til the mood passes.

Here are the lyrics, though reading them is not nearly as good as listening to how well it's sung, with all the right emotions expressed in the right places, perfectly. I think that's what makes the Arctic Monkeys so special in amongst so many bands with their northern accents singing about northern things. They always express the sentiment really perfectly in terms of vocals and the music runs behind it almost like a theme tune to the situation, or a soundtrack even. Anyway, yes, the lyrics to Mardy Bum:

Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bare

Can't we laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Yeah I'm sorry I was late
Well I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs ,oh when you say I don't care
Well of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

So laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Still it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

September 14, 2005


OK, I found out what had happened. Apparently it somehow replaced my Arctic Monkeys entry, which was lovingly written and which I don't have a copy of anywhere else :( There's another thing to (re)write…


I spent a fair while writing half a catch up, as I happened to get into work early, and my computer had a paddy at me and decided to shut the window without warning, so it's all gone…* sigh* guess I'll re-do it later

Curious as to how this appeared as 4th of september instead of 14th…any ideas anyone?

September 13, 2005

Reason for absence: work

So I've had lots of things to put on my blog in the past couple of weeks: soon will come the task of remembering all the things to blog about.

Meanwhile though, we've had the Franz Ferdinand album in the office for the past couple of weeks and now that the drilling has started to slow down (i.e. there's less of it drowning out our stereo) I can tell you that it really is a good listen. Not what I expected from them, more highly charged I guess? And that is all I have time to write, back to work.

September 04, 2005

The Kooks: Islington Bar Academy 01/09/05

Writing about web page

So, Thursday the 1st of September and The Kooks stop by in Islington for an extra date to their tour. They're supported by The Rivers and a band that I don't catch the name of, but more about that later.

Caroline from work lives not far from Islington Academy so we got the bus and she showed me where it was. Mighty handy as it's stashed away in a shopping centre.

It being the first gig (at least in London, I think) that I've attended on my own and what with the Bar Academy being rather small (though amusingly substantially bigger than the Birmingham one and with more air-conditioning…or indeed ANY air conditioning) I bought a drink and then didn't really know what to do with myself. After looking interestedly at some gig listings things left on the bar, I went for a wander to look at the merchandise (having already received, for free, some awesome The Kooks earrings, matches and a badge; I was curious). Then after some more not knowing what to do with myself, more people started to turn up so it was easier to blend in. Then I spotted Paul from The Kooks, who I've interviewed before and he recognised me so we chatted for a bit, then came the bands!

The Rivers
The band were surprisingly good and in my opinion should be signed. They were really toe-tapping and sort of in the vein of the Arctic Monkeys in terms of sound. Couldn't tell you about the lyrics because I couldn't make out some of them. I asked Paul what they were called and initially thought he said "The Vicars" which sounded a bit wrong so I asked him again a bit later on, good job too! They're from Brighton and gig around quite a lot apparently so yes, go see them.

The band I didn't catch the name of
This bands looked like they were trying a bit too hard to look cool and be rock'n'roll, but they weren't all bad. I can't be much more detailed than that because I got distracted: a short way through, the lead singer pelted a glass bottle into the audience (I guess things like that is why they don't sell anything involving glass in the Birmingham academies, why it isn't the same in Islington, I don't know. Incidentally, they didn't check my bag when I went in either). It ricocheted off the relatively low ceiling and whacked the girl standing next to me, in the forehead, I merely got covered in beer. The shock and the pain combined and she looked like she was in agony. She went to the toilets and her boyfriend followed and I got her some ice from the bar: the only comedy bit of it is that in cartoon fashion, a lump instantly formed on her forehead and you could see it getting bigger an bigger and going red and then purple then black. It was quite a spectacle! When I took her the ice she said that she knows him as well (which I suppose was a good thing, she won't sue him now) and that she had a wedding to go to at the weekend :S oops

The Kooks
The Kooks themselves were a very good watch, though seemed to be a mysteriously short set, though not that mysterious because I expect they don't have horrendous amounts of perfected material. They were really lively and loads of people were singing along: the atmosphere was great because it was a small space that, despite being sold out, wasn't painfully packed to the brim, and a great bulk of the audience were friends and family of the band, plus the first few rows were excitable (and overstyled, mind) teenagers. There was no barrier up between the crowd on the stage so during the last song, the load of teenagers clambered on to the stage and were singing along and dancing and hugging The Kooks. Hugh put his guitar round someone's neck for them to play and carried on doing his vocals and then at the end everyone on stage was chanting "hugh, hugh, hugh, hugh". Bless their cotton socks.

Somehow, having my job has made me feel like I'm at least in my mid twenties on such occasions so I did NEARLY go to piss about on stage because, when else do you get to do it? but then I thought "but I've been able to see through this whole gig because they're all so young and short" so I resisted and smiled at the young whippersnappers enjoying themselves.

The gig finished earlier than I thought it would, at 10.15 or so and I headed off feeling all warm and fuzzy: the boyfriend of the girl who got cracked in the head by the bottle was trying to get across to the bar and when he passed by me, paused and gave my arm a squeeze in return for getting his girly some ice: bear in mind that typical Londoner style, everyone else next to her just ignored her apart from one other girl, so I felt like my faith in Londoners had been restored somewhat.

Also having been to Reading, where moving anywhere was the biggest chore in the world, London actually seems quite roomy, at least for the short term.

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