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And now my life has changed in oh so many ways… - December 11th, 2009

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It’s another long one. Sorry, but it is a little treat for y’all. This is the blogging equivalent to a time capsule. Every computer i work on – work, home, laptop, etc. has text files scattered about, normally called something ingenious like blog.txt with one-liners and point-form arguments or stuff i want to write about. The idea being that occasionally i open it up and flesh some of them out into a post. Sometimes i can’t be arsed or don’t think they need further explanation which usually provides the shorter snippets at the beginnings of my posts.

Gentlemen prefer blondes…I don’t! - December 8th, 2009

I am embarrassed when new Weezer comes on my headphones on trains and places where people may be able to hear what im listening to. It’s bad enough that i’m wearing a suit, but now it sounds like i’m holding onto my youth via Sum 41 or some other plastic punk band. Seriously people, it’s [...]

I want to have Roonbeast’s baby - December 1st, 2009

Always be cautious around bow-legged people…they’re shifty. Nobody’s going around riding horses any more, so why are they bow-legged? Shifty i tell you.

While I’m on the topic of legs… your knees should not be the widest part of your legs. You’re supposed to have thigh muscles AND calf muscles. Seriously people, I will buy you a sandwich, it just looks fucking disgusting.

Some kind of joke - November 25th, 2009

So most of the time it is probably not really clear where the provocation comes for me to spit my bile at someone or something. Probably a bad choice of words given last Fridays effort. I’m pretty sure Berger and Keith know where my bile came from. But i’ll show you this time the motivation for this post.

and he didn’t even mention Wolfmother - November 7th, 2009

Apologies for the two posts in one day. I’m just cleaning up my favourites and don’t really know where to put these clips, as i don’t want to clog up my newly created “Sounds” page (shameless, just shameless) with four clips of the same band. It’s supposed to promote diversity after all…promote diversity and allow me to structure the music that you listen to!

The Roadtrip Pt IV – Toothpicks & Jacks - November 7th, 2009

The final installation of my odyssey…the proof! Below you will find the clips i have uploaded to Youtube. You can visit the gallery here. Apologies for the sound, my little canon takes good pics but folds under the enormous weight of Mudhoney distortion… If i ever come across some reasonable quality bootlegs of the shows i will re-dub the sound. Till then, quit your whinging. It’s a fucking rock concert! It’s supposed to hurt!

The Roadtrip Pt III – Three, is a magic number - October 30th, 2009

A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?

The Roadtrip Pt II – Damn it feels good to be a gangsta - October 28th, 2009

Up early and both a little worse for wear. Pringle crumbs everywhere. Is Pringle the singular? No dinner + free beer = this feeling. We figure out that tom tom doesn’t have the Czech Republic. Not a good start but we should be alright…We’re both reasonably intelligent adults…as long as it doesn’t involve technology, we don’t know how to drive that. Shining examples of the IT world we are. Apparently Yoda i am.

The Roadtrip Pt I – No time like the present to get ripped apart! - October 22nd, 2009

I don’t do early mornings that well, so it’s normally got to be something special to make me get to work by 7. Finding out that Silk’s name was on the door and i was his ‘+1′ was enough for me. I had spent most evenings that week cleaning my flat, however the last two nights were about picking the right outfit, nay, t-shirt. See I don’t normally give a a flying proverbial about what i wear, but everything i know about the Seattle scene is that it is full of cliques. If there was even the slightest, remotest possibility of meeting the band i was going to be the Switzerland of music.

When i grow up, i don’t want to be a pussycat slut - October 11th, 2009

I am eternally surprised when i encounter someone who walks slower than i do. I don’t even know if what i do is considered walking. I sort of amble. Michael Jordan can walk faster than me by jumping and letting the earth rotate beneath him. If i was in Zeppelin the chorus would have been “It’s time to amble on, sing my song” I should have stuck with my songwriting…my lyrics are awesome.
“and i got more rhymes than the beasties got songs about having more rhymes than other people, places and things”

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