Youthful folly

I was sifting through my old MySpace today and I came across this blog post from february last year. How 18 months can change a boy;

Hello.

I'm going to tell you my 10 most recently played songs on iTunes as of 12:47 on Thursday 21st February;

Just Because You Sleep Next To Me Doesn't Mean You're Safe - Gallows
Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa - Vampire Weekend
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk
Digital Love - Daft Punk
Aerodynamic - Daft Punk
One More Time - Daft Punk
Dry Lips - Lightspeed Champion
D.A.N.C.E. - Justice
Phantom Pt. 2 - Justice
Phantom - Justice

Pretty mundane, I'm sure you'll agree. At the moment I'm listening to the veritable ho-down that is the soundtrack of Oh Brother, Where Art Thou (good film). Oh no, it's changed.

It's nearing the weekend of half term, ie the end of half term and the start of what will be an interminable slog towards GCSE's. I have these things to not look forward to over the coming months;

1) Being told every 5 minutes I have to "revise, as you did shit in your mocks as you are a shit person".
2) Not going to Reading, as I am short of cash. Then again, if the headliners are to be anything like last year I'd rather stay at home listening to remixes from luscious French producers on The Hype Machine.
3) Not going to see any gigs I want to go and see/go out when I want to/generally do anything that doesn't constitute hermitage, as I have to "revise, as you did shit in your mocks as you are a shit person".
4) My teachers being on my case all the time, as I underachieve and whatnot. You might have figured that out by now.

Effectively, I will become reclusive and just generally fall by the wayside of society of the next few months. There are a few shards of light keeping me from buying a rabbit and honing it into some twisted superbeing, nourishing it with dead bees and my toenails. For one, tomorrow is Happy Day. It has been so since February 22nd last year, when we went to the "NME Rock 'n' Rave Tour" (oh dear). Still, we met Klaxons and got our names shoved into The Bouncer, so for a brief moment we were veritable superbeings, other-worldly entities existing on a higher plain to you mere mortals. I am certain that tomorrow will be just as good, as I am off with my two bestest buddies to see, among others, The Cribs. It should a giddy experience.
Also, in the month of April (nothing good ever happens in March), I am doing work experience at Transgressive Records. For those who do not quite understand how amazing this is, let me explain in visual form;



Times, like, a thousand.

Also in April (at the tail end, with exams looming) I am off, in a rare show of generosity from my elders, to see a performance of Steve Reich's Music For 18 Musicians. Due the fact that this is one of my favourite "classical" pieces in the whole world ever, and Steve Reich one of the few living people that I consider to have pure distilled genius running through their veins (others being Thom Yorke, Patrick Wolf, David Shrigley and Bret Easton Ellis) this is exciting. Very, very exciting.

I am now bored, and I think there may be some crumbs or morsels or something else that constitutes lunch waiting for me downstairs, so I will leave you, for now, with this thought, from Yankel D;

"I had to do it for myself.
I am not sad."

I had to Google Yankel D to remind me where he's from (fucking amazing book).
xxx

ppl dun read no mre

xpends 2 much attenshun.

eres 2 cows 2 sum up ppl;


u shud read ting
xxx

New International

(Keep calm and carry on aite.)

Question - Why does that new Wale track have Lady GaGa on it as opposed to M.I.A.? I mean, it's basically a (second-rate watered-down major label appropriation of a) Maya track, it references her at several points, and GG's singing is pretty much a carbon copy. This guy's got links with Jay-Z, surely he could have got in the real thing? I mean sure, it's catchy, but so's 'Kala', and that also happens to be really fucking good, something this isn't.
He also looks like a bit of tit, to be honest.

Everyone's running away to Reading soon, leaving me with nothing (or, depending on which way you look at it, less than the nothing I already had). Still, there is ice cream in my house, and the weather seems to be holding, thus I am ok. Also Ben gets back on friday, probably with an American gut and definitely with American candy :)

Golden,
xxxx

Still Alive

Funny shit I saw in town today;
1) A guy who was the spit of Larry David with a wife who looked nothing like Cheryl. More Rik Waller.
2) A truck for a waste disposal/plumbing company with a numberplate that read "POO 2 JET".

As the light dimmed over south-west London today, I was sat down in the living room concentrating on playing some music. It sort of conjoured up a misty emotional haze in my head, and my eyes (as they sometimes do) went a bit funny, like when you stand-up too quickly and the blood rushes to your head. It then seemed that there was some horrible creature moving towards me from outside the window, a jerking and bucking black shape that looked a bit like an evil black troll you'd expect to find inspiring a Stravinsky ballet. I got really fucking freaked out, and ok, it turned out to be my cat whining to get back in the house, but ever since I've been looking over my shoulder in fright and collapsing in a wreck at the bottom of the stairs.

AARGH
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Shore Leave

Can Thom Yorke actually do any wrong? Is he genetically disposed to being A Top Guy? Jus wundrin. Everyone knows how ace he is in general, but he's really upped the great musician/conscious human being/nice chap thing over the last couple of weeks. He did that track on his own that seemed to pass quite a few people by about a month ago (read into it a bit), and of course there is him and Jonny and the rest being incredible for charity. And then there's all that charity work and carbon-neutral touring and all the rest of it. Seriously, this guy is superhuman. But you knew that already.

I get results in about 46 hours. Great. I saw yet another article in the paper bemoaning how A Levels were getting easier. Well they definitely didn't feel that way when taking them. Also loads of students my age won't get university places, cos of there being no money and all. Recession, swine flu, N-Dubz - great time to be alive. (Speaking of recession, I tracked down that amazing klezma band I saw at Glastonbury - choon.)

By my next post my academic future will be in tatters,
xxxx

"Damn I'm Good..."

Stuck at Calais at 7AM, in the midst of a hellish 24-hour coach journey, all I and the 40-odd other passengers wanted was some orange juice, a mattress and nothing to do til thursday. Suffering from a weeks worth of sleep deprivation, stodgy Czech cuisine and many moons without having showered or shaved, the last thing we needed was a pirate copy of a loud, obnoxious, jaw-droppingly dire 150-minute Hollywood blockbustertieinspinoffthing. But sure enough, in the lumbering, bloated shape of Transformers II: Revenge of the Fallen, that is what we got.


It speaks volumes about a film when you Shia "Greasepan" LeBouf is the best thing about it. There are just so many things wrong with this film that it makes me nautious even thinking about contemplating entertaining the idea of talking about them all. It is far too long and far too loud. Megan Fox, while obviously only there as eye-candy, cannot act at all - a mop with a face drawn on it would have more personality, charisma and theatrical ability than that pitiful excuse for a human. The robots (particularly the downright moronic pair of '80s b-boy throwbacks Mudflap and Skids) are absolutely fucking atrocious, and the voicing (esp. "British" accents) is just unspeakably bad. The script seems to have been written by a 5 year-old who's recently undergone a lobotomy, with the dialogue clunky and tedious and jarring, not to mention poorly delivered. I would go on, but it's making me so unspeakably angry just thinking about it that I'm going to have to lie down for a bit. I assure you, this is the worst film in years and years and years.

Urgh, icky. Prague was great, thanks for asking. They sell absinthe to 12 year-olds over there, which I thought was quite sweet. While we're on the subject of films, I watched The Warriors the other day, which was fucking A. Hats off to the costume department. I also reviewed quite possibly the best record of the year, I demand you check it out.

Right, off to Devon. They have electricity there, right?
xxxx