Hella Busy
For once I have a decent excuse for sporadic posting: I have been hella busy this week.
backtracking: Tuesday I was back and forth with Myspace, LJ and Email to organise press passes for shows to review and interivews with travelling musicians. Went to Camden to double check the availability of the Devonshire Arms for Mid-Afternnon interview purposes. Also stumble on a Vintage Clothing shop hidden in the Camden Lock and found leather jacket that I like for the pretty reasonable price of £29. It's sort of a slightly longer blazer style, and I have been looking for another leather jack for eighteen months give or take. Bear in mind sometimes I have to be held at gunpoint before I will buy new clothes.
Wednesday I had to write questions for the interview I was doing at 1400 at the Devonshire Arms with said travelling musicians, before heading over with my notepad and tape recorder.
The interview actually went pretty damn well. The nightmare situation for an interviewer is when the subject refuseds to talk. The band that I interviewed happily waxed loquacious with vey little prompting from me, leaving me wishing that I had brought more tape.
After the interview I took a look through Camden, took the tube to Oxford Street, bought a Kerrang and then headed back to Camden to see the Scare play at The Barfly. The support band Ox.eagle.lion.man were surprisingly good for a London band (bands in London seem to start on the basis of who looks good with what haircut and if they own the right jeans and shoes (I know, I know, pot calling kettle black). I can't explain why OELM were good, and maybe that is why I like them.
And naturally The Scare were wonderfully debauched.
Thursday: Spent the afternoon housekeeping, exercising and grooming. Thursday night went to see Pirates of the Caribbean with some friends. Pirates was damn near insane, but the dialogue was superb. Jack Sparrow's dialogue, anyway. I'm pretty sure that I can see it being quoted in the street by exhuberant teenagers for years to come, much like The Princess Bride or the Original Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And the production design was incredible. Destined to be a cult classic if it wasn't already a blockbuster.
Today: finished a review and sent it off. On a roll, so I'm thinking I'll tackle some other reviews that I have to do.
No hard and fast plans for the next few days. I'm going to play it by ear.
Over and out.
-J
backtracking: Tuesday I was back and forth with Myspace, LJ and Email to organise press passes for shows to review and interivews with travelling musicians. Went to Camden to double check the availability of the Devonshire Arms for Mid-Afternnon interview purposes. Also stumble on a Vintage Clothing shop hidden in the Camden Lock and found leather jacket that I like for the pretty reasonable price of £29. It's sort of a slightly longer blazer style, and I have been looking for another leather jack for eighteen months give or take. Bear in mind sometimes I have to be held at gunpoint before I will buy new clothes.
Wednesday I had to write questions for the interview I was doing at 1400 at the Devonshire Arms with said travelling musicians, before heading over with my notepad and tape recorder.
The interview actually went pretty damn well. The nightmare situation for an interviewer is when the subject refuseds to talk. The band that I interviewed happily waxed loquacious with vey little prompting from me, leaving me wishing that I had brought more tape.
After the interview I took a look through Camden, took the tube to Oxford Street, bought a Kerrang and then headed back to Camden to see the Scare play at The Barfly. The support band Ox.eagle.lion.man were surprisingly good for a London band (bands in London seem to start on the basis of who looks good with what haircut and if they own the right jeans and shoes (I know, I know, pot calling kettle black). I can't explain why OELM were good, and maybe that is why I like them.
And naturally The Scare were wonderfully debauched.
Thursday: Spent the afternoon housekeeping, exercising and grooming. Thursday night went to see Pirates of the Caribbean with some friends. Pirates was damn near insane, but the dialogue was superb. Jack Sparrow's dialogue, anyway. I'm pretty sure that I can see it being quoted in the street by exhuberant teenagers for years to come, much like The Princess Bride or the Original Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And the production design was incredible. Destined to be a cult classic if it wasn't already a blockbuster.
Today: finished a review and sent it off. On a roll, so I'm thinking I'll tackle some other reviews that I have to do.
No hard and fast plans for the next few days. I'm going to play it by ear.
Over and out.
-J
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