Thursday, May 25, 2006

She went into the tailor shop and dressed in men's array


Here is soem more stuff that I have written. There is an interview with up and coming London based band the Tailors. I've also written a review of the Charlatans at Brixton Academy.

Got some god awful family thing coming up this weekend. Wish me luck. At least I get a day off work tomorrow.


Wednesday, May 24, 2006

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

I almost forgot…it is Bob Dylan’s 65th Birthday today. Happy birthday Bob, may you stay forever young. Here are some quotes that have been put together on this Canadian website. 65 quotes on Bob Dylan. I chose the best ones and have repeated them here, so enjoy.

“The music that was popular when I was growing up was How Much Is That Doggie in the Window? and that wasn’t our reality. We were expecting an atomic explosion, and everything to disappear in a black cloud.” - Dylan 1961.

Mr. Dylan’s voice is anything but pretty. He is consciously trying to recapture the rude beauty of a Southern field hand musing in melody on his back porch.” —Robert Shelton, New York Times, Sept 1961.

Reporter: “Does it take a lot of trouble to get your hair like that?” Dylan: “No, you just have to sleep on it for about 20 years." —Sydney Morning Herald, 1963.

“There are seven levels to the meaning of life.” —Paul McCartney, after getting stoned on marijuana with Dylan during the Beatles’ 1964 U.S. tour.

“I got so crazy I thought he was the new Messiah.” —
Allen Ginsberg, 1968.

“I hate to see female artists perform because they whore themselves. Especially the ones that don’t wear anything.” —Dylan, 1988.

Simple Twist of Fate

She got movies inside her head

There are some adverts which just shouldn’t be displayed next to each other. As seen on the tube today, there is an advert for the children’s film (or adult film, it’s so hard to know nowadays with almost the entire adult population going mad over Harry Potter) Curious George. There is nothing wrong with this apart from the fact that Will Ferrell is in it and there are songs by Jack Johnson (or John Jackson, again I get confused).
But what makes this wrong is the fact that it is placed right bang next to United 93. This film is based around the events of September 11 and the hijacking of a plane. And this isn’t an isolated case, every single tube station has this advert combination. It just seems a bit...I don't know...wrong and weird. Imagine if you were deeply affected by September 11 and then you have this advert reminding you of the event while a massive monkey face is smiling right at you. Wouldn't that upset you?

Friday, May 19, 2006

Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools

The title doesn't have much to do with what I am about to post but I like the line. Quite in your face. House update: there is nothing to report, I still hate estate agents (see post below).
I other news, the Sun is reporting that a vicar went to the toilet during his service but forgot that he had a radio microphone attached to himself. The whole congregation heard him taking a slash. What an awkward moment. The guy, vicar-dude was called Rev John Howden. I pity the fool as Mr T used to say.
In other news, i've written a review of 'Living With War' by Neil Young. In your face George W Bush. Here is Mr T vs George W Bush. Read it, laugh, enjoy, ask yourself why does someone create this stuff, close internet window, cry for the future of humanity, go to bed and don't get up.

When You Gonna Wakeup?

Monday, May 15, 2006

Don't go mistaking paradise for that home across the road

Estate agents are wrong. In fact more than that, they are evil. Just wanted to get that off my chest. As you may know I'm looking to buy a house. It's pretty depressing, viewings every night after work and invariably they are all shit in someway or another. Estate agents don't give a damn about us because there are hundreds, if not thousands of couples like my g-friend and I looking for the same type of property at the same value. It really is a shoddy business and one which needs some radical reform. I mean why is the system so complicated and needlessly tedious and longwinded? There is no reason for this to be the case. But as usual in the UK it is all about tradition and keeping things the way they are.

Just my two cents, or whatever the yankee doodle saying is. It's not supposed to make sense, I'm just ranting my life away. Anyway the reasons why I haven't been posting here much is because I spend my spare internet time at 'interesting' property websites.

In American it is not 'estate agent' but 'real estate'. There is nothing real about it...It is so far from reality that it is untrue. Borrowing hundreds of thousands of pounds to purchase a small castle. Fucking bizarre if you ask me. 'Bizarre estate' is more like it.

Read my shit here/stuff about me because I am so vain:
The Zutons review (Tired of Hanging Around)
Bruce Springsteen review (Born to Run)
My photo of Will's obsession (sounds dirty but it isn't).

The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

Monday, May 08, 2006

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man

Breaking news!

What I want to know Sven is why you are quite obviously going bonkers. Four strikers in the squad = dangerous tactics, especially when two are currently nursing a broken foot, one has never played Premiership football and the other is Peter Crouch.

The naming of the national football team traditionally marks the beginning of silly season. The world cup is 32 days away. If you are a lady or American you may want to go into hiding, the world’s greatest football (that’s soccer to you friendly yanks) competition will be everywhere – even on the internet.

Fingers crossed that Sven isn’t drunk and that his decisions are part of some tactical masterplan. If he’s half as good with his tactics as he is with the ladies then we’ve got a chance. The only problem is that as I type the above sentence, I know that he isn’t. I am more and more worried about our chances. A few months ago I did say that we had a good chance, now with Rooney injured and some bizarre choices in the squad I am worried that we’re not even going to get close to that trophy. When asked about how he came to the decision on choosing his strikers Sven said (yes this is true) :
"Probably not too logically. Sometimes you do it on feelings as well and I am excited about Theo Walcott."
Let us just hope that he is talking about football. I guess we’ll have to just wait and see. One thing that is for sure, if David Beckham, Sven, Rooney or Walcott do so much as fart in public it will become front-page news. The World Cup is the time when everyone has an opinion on football. And that is a very sad thing, especially when people who have never even watched a game properly before start shouting their mouths off with formations, interesting factoids that they've picked up from Mrs Biggins at the corner shop, and other banalities that will have been said on BBC One's Breakfast news.

There are some more music reviews that I’ve done. Adem is Nu-folk and the Charlatans are currently Nu-funk (I guess). Read my reviews at Rockbeatstone. There’s also been some exciting design modifications with a new front page.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Advertising Brotherhood

What the hell is nutrilium?

Made up words in adverts annoy me. They annoy me because I know that they have been put in there to sound scientific and real, when everyone knows they are all made up. Shampoo and women’s beauty products are the worst for this kind of thing

I hate those graphics as well. A load of rubbish, weird red and yellow balls combining then penetrating the hair which looks so clean and silky that it doesn’t require any shampoo at all.

Is it just me or are all adverts just rubbish nowadays. I remember when I was younger, some of the adverts used to make me laugh and laugh. Now it seems that adverts in the UK have succumbed to the European disease: it is all about sex or irritating old men who should have retired. All adverts have to have some bint who is hot being sexy or they have to be deeply annoying like that one with Michael Winner who goes “calm down dear” every two seconds. I hate that advert as well. Blogs = outpost for letting off steam.

I've written some stuff at rockbeatstone. A review of Primal Scream at the Astoria, a review of Morrissey's new album, 'Ring Leader of the Tormentors' and a review of the Arctic Monkey's new EP. I've also compiled the second Rockbeatstone TV programme as well.

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

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