Posts Tagged ‘Mudhoney’
I don’t even walk i slide - March 3rd, 2010

Well i hope no one got used to me being happy. You people will find this transition a lot easier. It was short-lived but hey, now i can write properly again. Silver-lining and all that bollocks.

So my parents now officially know the address of my website. Scary. I guess this is like the first time Marilyn Manson’s parents went to see him perform live…hmmm do i wear the black crotchless corset or the red one… Still i’d rather be Marilyn Manson’s parents than say the Pussycat sluts or Christina Aguilera or some other vacuous husk.

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 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.

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