Showing posts with label rock 'n' roll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock 'n' roll. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Scumbag Magnet
Taken from NME: "Blur's Graham Coxon, who plays guitar on Pete Doherty's forthcoming solo album, has spoken about why he chose to hook up with the Babyshambles man and how he got frustrated with him. The guitarist said that the promise he heard in the initial demos for the album convinced him to sign up. He also spoke about Doherty's personal life, calling him a "scumbag magnet"."
Taken from NME: "Blur's Graham Coxon, who plays guitar on Pete Doherty's forthcoming solo album, has spoken about why he chose to hook up with the Babyshambles man and how he got frustrated with him. The guitarist said that the promise he heard in the initial demos for the album convinced him to sign up. He also spoke about Doherty's personal life, calling him a "scumbag magnet"."
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
MANIC STREET PREACHERS
I remember the time in the early 80's on TOTP when I worshiped Toyah and became sexually awakened by Nick Rhodes of Duran Duran fame (I still tingle a little now - 24 years later). Music, bands have always been important to me. I discovered the Manics one day in Smash Hits. I was so bored by NKOTB and the new Mad-chester baggie scene. I wanted the glamour that first captured my imagination. So, this piece - less than a 1/4 page. A picture of them...eyeliner, leopard skin, pretty boys, the slogan...culture, alienation, boredom and despair. They were on The Word that Friday. At this point I was already hanging around street corners getting drunk so my Dad videoed it for me. Saturday. Hungover. Press play, fast forward. I see them. I play that clip so many times that day that my finger aches from pressing the hard button (remote control? The video was so old it didn't have one). They play R*E*P*E*A*T*. Repeat after me fuck queen and country. Why don't you just FUCK OFF.
My heart in my throat whenever I see them on any front cover. I consume. I destroy. I create. They become my words, how I describe my life, my hatred that I can't vocalise. They use other peoples word - I search and discover a whole new world in my parents respective bookcases. I worship the library. Knowledge is power.
I consider myself to be very lucky to have fallen in love at such a young age. It is love. A torrid, painful affair, I'm often let down by them. I can't listen to some songs because they hurt me so much.
They sing and play songs directly for me. I have a semi-reglious experience while watching James sing - a halo appeared. He was framed and for a moment my heart burst with love.
There have been other affairs, I've not been faithful but there's never been anyone else who hits that spot that they do. I try to "wean" myself off them only to find that I'd booked to see them 4 times last year.
They were and are at every important point of my teenage and adult life. Every key moment can be summed up by a slogan, a lyric, a scream becomes a sigh.
I wore white jeans, leopard skin, drank vodka and orange, smoked Marlboro's. Part of a tribe. I worship at gigs. I discover friends through this band, some of whom are still at my side, some who are not.
Blood and scars tie us together. The first time I saw '4 REAL' I knew I wasn't alone. That there was someone who might understand the rage that I couldn't get out, let out only by the calming slice and scratch of a razor blade, broken glass or safety pin. People misunderstand self harm. It calms, comforts, brings you back to the world. These days I eat sea salt or slice with ice to ground myself.
I still listen to the Manics.
I remember the time in the early 80's on TOTP when I worshiped Toyah and became sexually awakened by Nick Rhodes of Duran Duran fame (I still tingle a little now - 24 years later). Music, bands have always been important to me. I discovered the Manics one day in Smash Hits. I was so bored by NKOTB and the new Mad-chester baggie scene. I wanted the glamour that first captured my imagination. So, this piece - less than a 1/4 page. A picture of them...eyeliner, leopard skin, pretty boys, the slogan...culture, alienation, boredom and despair. They were on The Word that Friday. At this point I was already hanging around street corners getting drunk so my Dad videoed it for me. Saturday. Hungover. Press play, fast forward. I see them. I play that clip so many times that day that my finger aches from pressing the hard button (remote control? The video was so old it didn't have one). They play R*E*P*E*A*T*. Repeat after me fuck queen and country. Why don't you just FUCK OFF.
My heart in my throat whenever I see them on any front cover. I consume. I destroy. I create. They become my words, how I describe my life, my hatred that I can't vocalise. They use other peoples word - I search and discover a whole new world in my parents respective bookcases. I worship the library. Knowledge is power.
I consider myself to be very lucky to have fallen in love at such a young age. It is love. A torrid, painful affair, I'm often let down by them. I can't listen to some songs because they hurt me so much.
They sing and play songs directly for me. I have a semi-reglious experience while watching James sing - a halo appeared. He was framed and for a moment my heart burst with love.
There have been other affairs, I've not been faithful but there's never been anyone else who hits that spot that they do. I try to "wean" myself off them only to find that I'd booked to see them 4 times last year.
They were and are at every important point of my teenage and adult life. Every key moment can be summed up by a slogan, a lyric, a scream becomes a sigh.
I wore white jeans, leopard skin, drank vodka and orange, smoked Marlboro's. Part of a tribe. I worship at gigs. I discover friends through this band, some of whom are still at my side, some who are not.
Blood and scars tie us together. The first time I saw '4 REAL' I knew I wasn't alone. That there was someone who might understand the rage that I couldn't get out, let out only by the calming slice and scratch of a razor blade, broken glass or safety pin. People misunderstand self harm. It calms, comforts, brings you back to the world. These days I eat sea salt or slice with ice to ground myself.
I still listen to the Manics.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
This year’s Glastonbury could be the last, organiser admits...
more from The Times here.
Jolly well hope so. I've just booked into working a full week at the office so everyone else can go to Glastonbury - hurrah!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Potato Pegs for Glasto
'The organisers have confirmed that they are currently intending to hand out these pegs at all the entry points. Each person with a tent will receive around 10 of the 'potato pegs', which means around a million pegs will be handed out!
After last year's festival a skip was filled full of tent pegs, that have to be removed from the ground for the safety of the cows. Mr Eavis told BBC News that they are "a real problem for the cows." The biodegradable pegs were selected from various prototypes the organisers have tested and are very strong when first used, but if left in the fields will break down over subsequent months.' Read more at Efestivals here.
Potato Pegs...it's not even April 1st yet...
'The organisers have confirmed that they are currently intending to hand out these pegs at all the entry points. Each person with a tent will receive around 10 of the 'potato pegs', which means around a million pegs will be handed out!
After last year's festival a skip was filled full of tent pegs, that have to be removed from the ground for the safety of the cows. Mr Eavis told BBC News that they are "a real problem for the cows." The biodegradable pegs were selected from various prototypes the organisers have tested and are very strong when first used, but if left in the fields will break down over subsequent months.' Read more at Efestivals here.
Potato Pegs...it's not even April 1st yet...
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Post-Reading
Highlights
Highlights
- Catching up with my lovely mates.
- Making some lovely new friends.
- Gossip - boy, does Beth Ditto rock. That voice is just breathtaking.
- Watching Interpol with Jess in fold out seats, a couple of cans each and rubbing our thighs intermittently.
- Discussing in great detail the merits of various bass players.
- Shiny Toy Guns rocking out mid-afternoon.
- Carla going AWOL after dragging a punter away from the stall into the dark of the campsite and then returning some time later having named all their planned children.
- "Angry Mob" dancing outside our stall and going insane when we played something they didn't like.
- NIN, a fucking brilliant set. A semi mystical/semi erotic experience.
- Smashing Pumpkins were amazing too. Billy's growling voice gives me goose bumps.
- Turtle being accused of being in the Kaiser Chiefs followed quickly with Az being asked if he was from YMCA.
- Late night hot chocolate.
- Being so hungover on Friday morning that I had to be put into Jess and Turtle's tent for kip before starting work. Thanks guys and thank you to Kat for the life saving egg bap!
- Salvation Army complaining about the level of noise from our stereo. Next time I see them playing in a town centre I will have to complain about them...
- Sunburn.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Reading Festival
Edited highlights from website info page:
We were meant to be working in fancy dress but I have removed my big silly dress and have packed wellies, inflatable canoe and emergency flares instead. Oh, and enough gin to block out the horror of it all.
Edited highlights from website info page:
"Dear Reading Festival Goer,
It has been a very difficult month. When we got on site on July 25th, Green Camps ABC and D were waist high in water from the floods, yellow camp FGH and I were over 3’ deep in water, all of brown was over my knees, purple I couldn’t get to and White was just part of the river...In summary it has been a challenge. The summer has been bloody awful but thanks to great support from Reading Borough Council and the Environment Agency who have managed to drop the level of the river adjacent to the site and therefore reduce the level of the water table on site, as well as the amazing efforts of a key number of my site crew...we will be able to stage the world’s greatest rock festival despite what climate change and the weather have thrown at us...
Best regards
Melvin Benn
Managing Director Festival Republic – Promoter of Carling Weekend: Reading & Leeds Festivals"
We were meant to be working in fancy dress but I have removed my big silly dress and have packed wellies, inflatable canoe and emergency flares instead. Oh, and enough gin to block out the horror of it all.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
Rebel Rebel
Arcade Fire on Jonathan Ross - Win Butler smashed a BBC camera lens with the neck of his mandolin. Rest of band look on rather bemused.
What worries me is that I'm less concerned about the rock 'n' roll statement and more hoping that he pays for the damage and apologises to the camera man...
Arcade Fire on Jonathan Ross - Win Butler smashed a BBC camera lens with the neck of his mandolin. Rest of band look on rather bemused.
What worries me is that I'm less concerned about the rock 'n' roll statement and more hoping that he pays for the damage and apologises to the camera man...
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