Sunday, December 19, 2010

Many of Horror

To all the kids out buying Matt Cardle's single, let me just warn you, that's money you can never get back.

White Days Like This

Time twists things, sullying them, injecting doubts into something that was so pure, so perfect.

Snow waterlogs my brain making me dull, bland and slow to melt.

Tomorrow, the snow will remain, but gone will be this lingering demon, ready to drain the smiles from my weekend.

(I'm curing this sudden bout of meh with a little Sifl and Olly. Never fails.)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

But If You Wanna Blow A Bubble I'll Bite My Gum In Two

How is it that even a bad film can be fun when you're with your friends?

I realise as I delve deeper and deeper into music, that I know nothing. All my hard rock heritage and indie kid street cred hardly amounts to a hill of beans. I thought I was little miss music because it was always me introducing my friends to new bands (Toni introduces me to old bands and, for that, I love her), always me going to gigs in grotty little venues where the toilet is right behind the stage. I wear the t-shirts with the band names none of my friends recognise. I have a playlist for every day of the year, every person I know, every emotion I feel.

Music is a labyrinth. You dive in and get lost. You'll never know every twist and turn, never learn where every path leads. You can carve your own way through, or just appreciate the trails blazed by others. Best of all, you'll never get out. And you'll never want to.

That was either one of the deepest things I've wrote, or one of the most cliched. Either way, it's what I've learned.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

I Will Not Grow Up

So it was Frank Turner (again) last night. It was actually the only time I've seen him on my own since the first time. All those years ago when I checked him out at Leeds Fest and was just so utterly impressed, not only by him, but by his fans who knew every word. Now I'm one of those fans.

I did take some photos, but it would be pointless posting them, right? They look almost exactly the same as my Preston pics. But something unique did happen last night and I was lucky enough to video it :)

Thursday, December 09, 2010

The Industry Lies

Banquet Records (support independent music stores!) send a cute hand-written note every time you order a CD from them.

How cute, right? It's those little extras that make independents worth supporting! I remember, when we holidayed in York, they used to have the best independent record store there and they had baskets of badges on the counter with a sign saying 'Take As Many As You Like'. You would never get something like that in a HMV.

Another favourite independent of mine is the epic Wall of Sound in Huddersfield.

Remember, it's worth paying that little bit extra; If HMV became the only place on the high street where we could buy music, they'd have sudden free reign over the prices. Plus, they'd dictate what music was sold to us! And HMV can have pretty terrible taste in music (no Bishop Allen!!!)

(That being said, I got the new Frank Turner EP cheaper from Banquet than they're selling it on amazon! WIN!)

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Why Won't It Snow, Like They Said It Would

There's something to be said for the cosy aspect of winter. Buying new hats and scarves. Stomping snow off your Docs. Drinking warm vimto. Winter playlists.

Christmas Markets :)

Monday, December 06, 2010

I'm Not Yet Quite Thirty, But I Feel Like I'm Dying

My life has hit a full stop. I'm in the same job. I'm doing the same things, seeing the same people, watching the same films. I'm in a rut.

Don't get me wrong, I'm having fun. But at the end of the week, it feels like I've done nothing.

It's times like these when there are always glimmers on the periphery, pinpricks of hope just daring me to take a chance. Take a risk. What, really, have I got to lose?

It feels like it's time to pick up my pen again. Time to start writing. It's that old, familiar itch that nags at me making everything I do to distract myself seem boring and pointless. It won't leave me alone until I give into it.

I feel ripe for another change too. I just can't put my finger on what.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

You And I Could Have A Rock And Roll Romance

We had the best night ever at the Frank Turner gig. As always. And I actually met a girl who put my Frank Turner obsession to shame. It was nice to have someone there to make me feel normal.

The beauty of a Frank Turner gig is that there's no messing around. We walked in (after queueing out in the snow for 90 mins) got our place on the barrier (ahem, front and centre) and less than five minutes later, Dive Dive were on stage.

So Dive Dive is made up of Frank's band and Jamie Stuart. I'd seen them support Frank ages ago in Oxford. They lean more towards Reuben than Frank, but they were good and their new single 'Liar' is a tune.

I was more excited about seeing Ed Harcourt, who I'm a big fan of. I saw him back in the summer (on what had to be the hottest day of the year) and he was phenomenal. And, despite being obviously hungover, he didn't disappoint. The material he played was all from his latest album, Lustre, which isn't my favourite (he has a massive back catalogue), but it worked well and Skinny was in awe when he used his loop tech to create all the backing music for his final song, Heart of a Wolf.

And then Frank :)

The set was very similar to back in March, with some new tracks from the EP and, what I can only assume is, the new album. I Still Believe went down a treat. The whole set was just clever; he'd slip in a new song and then crank the atmosphere with a classic. There was a nice solo, accoustic break in the middle and, as always, Father's Day was a beautiful, emotional performance.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, this photo is my only proof that I touched Frank Turner. He stood on the barrier, right in front of Skinny, which is rather out of character for him. Could it be that he got carried away in the moment? Regardless, I touched Frank Turner. And he was sweaty.

Can't wait for Liverpool next weekend :)