Here's a blog from yesterday:
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Hey,
From the Actionlist that Marlies directed me to, I just sent of CDs that I hope that they'll send me to review.
Top of the list is the new one by Cattle Decapitation. I'm suspecting that in true Cattle Decap style the cover artwork is so disgusting that no-one has been game to review the album (of course I know that previews don't get cover art, but it still sounds funnier that way).
Over the weekend somebody suggested when blogging I start focussing on highlights, instead of a blow by blow recounting.
So here is the definite highlight of my day, yesterday:
At about half ten I had ducked into the Virgin Megastore at the old Tower Records site to check out the metal section. I was surprised to find that they had a re-issue of some stuff by the Fugs (a bunch of crazy New York Beat Poets in the 60s who accidently invented punk rock). One of the song titles: Halfway Through Their First Recording Session, The Fugs Sign The Worst Contract Since Leadbelly's. Nice. Not only did they pre-empt Punk Rock, but they also pre-empted the clever wordplay extended songtitles of the 21st Century by 30 years.
They even beat TISM, whose hilarious songtitles are an unsung precursor to all the noisecore bands that have sprung up in recent years. While pondering this I walked out of the Virgin store, to discover that triumphant Italy Supporters were celebrating winning their World Cup Match (quarter final or something). They had climbed the fountain in the centre of Picadilly Circus and were chanting 'Italia! Italia!".
Absolutely amazing.
And with that, I sign off.
Over and out.
>>>
And here's the news from today:
This hot weather is really robbing me of my ability to think straight, remember things etc.
I wonder if there is a medical name for people with an intolerance of hot weather? Maybe if I lose more weight it won't bother me so much. If I drink any more water I'm going to pop.
In any case, I bought my ticket on the megabus site to ride down to Brighton. I printed out the confirmation just to be sure.
I'm debating whether or not I should take a bus to Victoria tomorrow, or whether I should risk taking the tube. Tomorrow being 7th of July, and our friends in Radical Islam being kind enough to release a tape of one of last year's suicide bombers (one of those things which may or may not be a coded signal to cells still in the UK).
I'm pretty sure that I will be running late, so I will probably take the tube to Victoria.
Sweating all the way.
Other News:
Marlies got back to me by email, telling me that the CDs I had requested from the list would soon be on the way (except Kataklysm, because she had Shotgunned that for herself).
She also told me that The Cattle Decap one she would have done herself, but she sent it on to me since she doesn't know much about the Cattle Decap style of metal. And because I was a fast reviewer.
Turns out that Metal Blade (Cattle Decap's Label in Europe) are always on top of when online reviews come out.
This interests me, since I did take roughly five days to do the Zonaria review. Bear in mind that it probably would have been two days, except that first I had to download the demo, listen to it on my laptop, discover that the tracks sounded all wrong because of glitches in the Unpacking, listen to the tracks on Myspace, write the review, take the review to the net cafe, discover that the file had corrupted, come back the next day with the file rewritten and then email to the webzine.
Other observations:
Innocent Banana and Strawberry Smoothies are fucking beautiful. It's nearly £3 a litre, but the litre I bought three days ago has lasted me this long, because just a mouthful is enough to make me feel better.
Also: The flat is looking really nice right now. The Swede has a new boyfriend (sort of) and has turned from slobbish to houseproud overnight.
And I haven't got around to calling my Aunt yet. Dammit.
Over and out.
J
Hey,
From the Actionlist that Marlies directed me to, I just sent of CDs that I hope that they'll send me to review.
Top of the list is the new one by Cattle Decapitation. I'm suspecting that in true Cattle Decap style the cover artwork is so disgusting that no-one has been game to review the album (of course I know that previews don't get cover art, but it still sounds funnier that way).
Over the weekend somebody suggested when blogging I start focussing on highlights, instead of a blow by blow recounting.
So here is the definite highlight of my day, yesterday:
At about half ten I had ducked into the Virgin Megastore at the old Tower Records site to check out the metal section. I was surprised to find that they had a re-issue of some stuff by the Fugs (a bunch of crazy New York Beat Poets in the 60s who accidently invented punk rock). One of the song titles: Halfway Through Their First Recording Session, The Fugs Sign The Worst Contract Since Leadbelly's. Nice. Not only did they pre-empt Punk Rock, but they also pre-empted the clever wordplay extended songtitles of the 21st Century by 30 years.
They even beat TISM, whose hilarious songtitles are an unsung precursor to all the noisecore bands that have sprung up in recent years. While pondering this I walked out of the Virgin store, to discover that triumphant Italy Supporters were celebrating winning their World Cup Match (quarter final or something). They had climbed the fountain in the centre of Picadilly Circus and were chanting 'Italia! Italia!".
Absolutely amazing.
And with that, I sign off.
Over and out.
>>>
And here's the news from today:
This hot weather is really robbing me of my ability to think straight, remember things etc.
I wonder if there is a medical name for people with an intolerance of hot weather? Maybe if I lose more weight it won't bother me so much. If I drink any more water I'm going to pop.
In any case, I bought my ticket on the megabus site to ride down to Brighton. I printed out the confirmation just to be sure.
I'm debating whether or not I should take a bus to Victoria tomorrow, or whether I should risk taking the tube. Tomorrow being 7th of July, and our friends in Radical Islam being kind enough to release a tape of one of last year's suicide bombers (one of those things which may or may not be a coded signal to cells still in the UK).
I'm pretty sure that I will be running late, so I will probably take the tube to Victoria.
Sweating all the way.
Other News:
Marlies got back to me by email, telling me that the CDs I had requested from the list would soon be on the way (except Kataklysm, because she had Shotgunned that for herself).
She also told me that The Cattle Decap one she would have done herself, but she sent it on to me since she doesn't know much about the Cattle Decap style of metal. And because I was a fast reviewer.
Turns out that Metal Blade (Cattle Decap's Label in Europe) are always on top of when online reviews come out.
This interests me, since I did take roughly five days to do the Zonaria review. Bear in mind that it probably would have been two days, except that first I had to download the demo, listen to it on my laptop, discover that the tracks sounded all wrong because of glitches in the Unpacking, listen to the tracks on Myspace, write the review, take the review to the net cafe, discover that the file had corrupted, come back the next day with the file rewritten and then email to the webzine.
Other observations:
Innocent Banana and Strawberry Smoothies are fucking beautiful. It's nearly £3 a litre, but the litre I bought three days ago has lasted me this long, because just a mouthful is enough to make me feel better.
Also: The flat is looking really nice right now. The Swede has a new boyfriend (sort of) and has turned from slobbish to houseproud overnight.
And I haven't got around to calling my Aunt yet. Dammit.
Over and out.
J
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