shewho: (baboon)
the ones you didn't get. that will be most of them, then...

(BONUS!!! this is not my icon. it should be ir baboon! hmmmmm.)

1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair - the crimea - losing my hair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night - bruce springsteen - secret garden

4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking - saul willams - grippo

7. Through the wall he threw me - crystal castles - tell me what to swallow
8. Packed her life in a bag - super furry animals - wolves
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none. - saul williams - scared money (artist guessed by [livejournal.com profile] aliasrob)

14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be - bis - we're complicated (artist guessed by [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger)
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N. - gruff rhys - skylon
16. I dreamt a dream the other night - rufus wainwright - lowlands away
17. Quit messing around with every man in town - eli 'paperboy' reid - stake your claim
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life - saul williams (again!!) - notice of eviction
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend - gogol bordello - illumination
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g - jens lekman - a sweet summer's night on hammer hill
shewho: (baboon)
the ones you didn't get. that will be most of them, then...

(BONUS!!! this is not my icon. it should be ir baboon! hmmmmm.)

1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair - the crimea - losing my hair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night - bruce springsteen - secret garden

4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking - saul willams - grippo

7. Through the wall he threw me - crystal castles - tell me what to swallow
8. Packed her life in a bag - super furry animals - wolves
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none. - saul williams - scared money (artist guessed by [livejournal.com profile] aliasrob)

14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be - bis - we're complicated (artist guessed by [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger)
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N. - gruff rhys - skylon
16. I dreamt a dream the other night - rufus wainwright - lowlands away
17. Quit messing around with every man in town - eli 'paperboy' reid - stake your claim
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life - saul williams (again!!) - notice of eviction
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend - gogol bordello - illumination
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g - jens lekman - a sweet summer's night on hammer hill
shewho: (soots work)
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Don't look them up on Google or any other search engine, you cheater.
Step 5: If you like the game, post your own.
Step 6: After a week, any songs left, I'll just post the answer.


1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night
3. Yo, MCs best start chatting bout what’s really happening - brand new day by dizzee raskit, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground
4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking
5. I thought I saw the stars tonight…. - stars by the lovely patrick wolf, guessed by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] firemasque
6. Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar - dead ringer for love by THE LOAF guessed by [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger
7. Through the wall he threw me
8. Packed her life in a bag
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none.
10. He’s just a rascal, he’s just a rascal - jus' a rascal, dizzee rascal again, guessed y [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger
11. I hold you in my arms, as the band plays - brilliant disguise by mr springsteen, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves
12. She said “I would never do that” - i feel possessed by crowded house, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] kiss_me_quiick
13. Bluuuuuuuuuue savannah song - blue savannah song by erasure, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] sushidog
14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N.
16. I dreamt a dream the other night
17. Quit messing around with every man in town
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g

CAVEAT! i did skip some stuff. stuff with no words. and stuff by envy. i have no idea what the shouty japanese means. and also my ipod is teeny and therefore full of stuff i'm obsessing over. hence possible repeated artists....
shewho: (soots work)
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Don't look them up on Google or any other search engine, you cheater.
Step 5: If you like the game, post your own.
Step 6: After a week, any songs left, I'll just post the answer.


1. There’s a swinger in the bar, over the chair
2. She’ll let you in her house, if you come knocking late at night
3. Yo, MCs best start chatting bout what’s really happening - brand new day by dizzee raskit, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground
4. I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking
5. I thought I saw the stars tonight…. - stars by the lovely patrick wolf, guessed by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] firemasque
6. Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar - dead ringer for love by THE LOAF guessed by [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger
7. Through the wall he threw me
8. Packed her life in a bag
9. Scared money don’t make none, scared money don’t make none.
10. He’s just a rascal, he’s just a rascal - jus' a rascal, dizzee rascal again, guessed y [livejournal.com profile] curiousbadger
11. I hold you in my arms, as the band plays - brilliant disguise by mr springsteen, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves
12. She said “I would never do that” - i feel possessed by crowded house, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] kiss_me_quiick
13. Bluuuuuuuuuue savannah song - blue savannah song by erasure, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] sushidog
14. I am sure you won’t remember me, I’m not the man I used to be
15. Candy Airlines welcomes you aboard to flight F.U.N.
16. I dreamt a dream the other night
17. Quit messing around with every man in town
18. Something is dying tonight there will be no more breath and no more life
19. Don’t believe them for a moment, for a second, do not believe my friend
20. [lots of WHOOOO-ing] oh I still remember ‘regulate’ with warren g

CAVEAT! i did skip some stuff. stuff with no words. and stuff by envy. i have no idea what the shouty japanese means. and also my ipod is teeny and therefore full of stuff i'm obsessing over. hence possible repeated artists....
shewho: (i suck)
i love the way i still get tingly when i hear 'born to run'. it's magical. i love it so so much.

no matter what mood i'm in, the build up to 'the highway....' makes me want to punch the ceiling with elation. i almost can't bear it.

(heh, maybe it's something to do with highways. i get a similar feeling in 'bat out of hell' just before the second verse. i think that may be to do with association though. hmmm.)

i need a springsteen icon.
shewho: (i suck)
i love the way i still get tingly when i hear 'born to run'. it's magical. i love it so so much.

no matter what mood i'm in, the build up to 'the highway....' makes me want to punch the ceiling with elation. i almost can't bear it.

(heh, maybe it's something to do with highways. i get a similar feeling in 'bat out of hell' just before the second verse. i think that may be to do with association though. hmmm.)

i need a springsteen icon.
shewho: (summer)
you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

***

thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

***

also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

some top things though:
bands:
black kids
eli "paperboy" reed
seasick steve
elbow
sigur ros
the go! team

other:
managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
the radio 4 tent
ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
magic performer wristbands
MFMO
book club
stefan coward's ace play
SCREAMING book at bed time
the secret piano in the woods
&c &c &c....

of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....
shewho: (summer)
you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

***

thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

***

also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

some top things though:
bands:
black kids
eli "paperboy" reed
seasick steve
elbow
sigur ros
the go! team

other:
managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
the radio 4 tent
ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
magic performer wristbands
MFMO
book club
stefan coward's ace play
SCREAMING book at bed time
the secret piano in the woods
&c &c &c....

of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....
shewho: (E17)
friday
  • foundry drinkies with helouise, [profile] roy_dcour, and latterly [profile] exliontamer.  plus the entirety of london's cycle courier population.
  • rock steady! lots of people.  lots of drinkies.  accidental shopping. failing to leave early as planned.  indeed...:
  • [personal profile] ultraruby's house.
  • more drinking. more shopping.
  • clothes swapping!
  • cat playing.
  • beautiful sunny day dawning.
  • running home and getting slightly lost in a maze of hackney bus stops.

saturday

  • fail to make chap olympics. boo.
  • fail to throw up on bus / tube. yay!
  • do make steve hall's preview at the hen & chickens.
  • plenty of funny material, still searching for structure.  HURRAH for hearing the std clinic story again for it is AWESOME.
  • meet people at the noble.
  • tediously long journey to E17. bad buses!
  • eventual arrival at walthamstow dogs, hurrah!
  • excellent gambling fun.  i think only £5 or so down, despite gambling on each race.
  • scampi in a box!
  • favourite amount won = 49p.  FEAR ME.
  • handy lift with [personal profile] green_badger to [profile] 1423's official leaving-but-not-quite-yet party.
  • fail at making origami penii.
  • tiredness and illness hit, tb symptoms re-appear.
  • 'home', collapse.

sunday

  • wake up early and drunk.
  • watch a scanner darkly, finally!
  • make it up and out.
  • lovely sunny day, perfect for rise AGAINST RACISM festival.
  • meet up wtih lovely chaps.
  • sit and chill listening to musics and being silly.
  • suddenly find self a little tipsy / sunburnt during CSS.
  • run off. 
  • drunkenly help a nun find a bus.
  • pass out watching bad santa.

monday

  • late for work. work sucks.
  • apart from kind of winning latitude tickets.  i *think*.
  • solo sushi lunch.
  • finally watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind - very clever indeed.  jim carey shockingly not annoying.
  • speak to a boy.
  • fail at proper sleep.

tuesday

  • where is my tent??
  • where are my tickets??
shewho: (E17)
friday
  • foundry drinkies with helouise, [profile] roy_dcour, and latterly [profile] exliontamer.  plus the entirety of london's cycle courier population.
  • rock steady! lots of people.  lots of drinkies.  accidental shopping. failing to leave early as planned.  indeed...:
  • [personal profile] ultraruby's house.
  • more drinking. more shopping.
  • clothes swapping!
  • cat playing.
  • beautiful sunny day dawning.
  • running home and getting slightly lost in a maze of hackney bus stops.

saturday

  • fail to make chap olympics. boo.
  • fail to throw up on bus / tube. yay!
  • do make steve hall's preview at the hen & chickens.
  • plenty of funny material, still searching for structure.  HURRAH for hearing the std clinic story again for it is AWESOME.
  • meet people at the noble.
  • tediously long journey to E17. bad buses!
  • eventual arrival at walthamstow dogs, hurrah!
  • excellent gambling fun.  i think only £5 or so down, despite gambling on each race.
  • scampi in a box!
  • favourite amount won = 49p.  FEAR ME.
  • handy lift with [personal profile] green_badger to [profile] 1423's official leaving-but-not-quite-yet party.
  • fail at making origami penii.
  • tiredness and illness hit, tb symptoms re-appear.
  • 'home', collapse.

sunday

  • wake up early and drunk.
  • watch a scanner darkly, finally!
  • make it up and out.
  • lovely sunny day, perfect for rise AGAINST RACISM festival.
  • meet up wtih lovely chaps.
  • sit and chill listening to musics and being silly.
  • suddenly find self a little tipsy / sunburnt during CSS.
  • run off. 
  • drunkenly help a nun find a bus.
  • pass out watching bad santa.

monday

  • late for work. work sucks.
  • apart from kind of winning latitude tickets.  i *think*.
  • solo sushi lunch.
  • finally watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind - very clever indeed.  jim carey shockingly not annoying.
  • speak to a boy.
  • fail at proper sleep.

tuesday

  • where is my tent??
  • where are my tickets??
shewho: (melting tube)
the [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets review: it was rubbish, he did stars and for your babies, forgot the words to a new flame and stormed off in a huff. stop. reading. now.

***

sometimes, the internet has its uses. sometimes, the internet pays off BIG style. and if it hadn't been for [livejournal.com profile] toriar entering a competition on myspace of all places, i wouldn't have found myself at cafe royal last night, watching lovely patrick wolf playing a gig for no more than 100 people, in a tiny room, with a free bar. you heard me.

we both turned up ridiculously early, and sat in the candlelit hotel bar. after looking at the cocktail menu i was jonesing for an old fashioned. and so i had one. a properly made one. nom nom. delicious. bad spending, good booze.

and then we meandered in, restrained selves from shrieking at the tiny size of the place, and drank tasty free champagne whilst being photographed by someone or other. very bizarre.

and THEN i discovered the free bar, which had run out of anything that wasn't vodka or beer. mmm, vodka.

more importantly, patrick wolf. just him and a piano / moog / violin, plus lady violinist where required, and bishi. he opened with teignmouth. joy!!! i can't remember the last time i heard that live. it's one of my favourite-songs-on-repeat. in fact, when in my workroom the only things i've been listening to of late are wind in the wires and, er, crime of the century. they seem to be perfect music to keep me serene and happy and concentrating. except when teignmouth comes on, at that moment i usually stop whatever i'm doing and just listen, and grin.

old stuff. low key stuff. beautiful stuff. i find myself mesmerised by the mirrors by the stage, in one arch is the reflection of his shadow, in another his reflection proper, and the last frames the actual violinist. we find ourselves right at the front of the stage. i'm almost embarrassed to find myself catching his eye whilst singing quietly to myself. ahem.

anyway, despite the best efforts of some media tw@ts (probably the same ones leaving mountains of white powder in the toilets) braying loudly at the back whilst swigging the booze (to mr wolf's vocalised annoyance) it was pretty darned excellent. and it was ace to have a good old gossip and natter with [livejournal.com profile] toriar too. london's brilliant, isn't it? (unless you have the flu, argh, guilts.)

***

on the way there i walked through leicester square, stumbling across the preview for fred claus en route. er, warning. tried to watch that film the other day, and it's pretty poor. don't see it. save your pennies! it certainly isn't worth getting chemical snow in your eyes for, peons.

***

the scrabulous roll-over advertising is really winding me up. chuck and larry can sod right off, thanks.
shewho: (melting tube)
the [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets review: it was rubbish, he did stars and for your babies, forgot the words to a new flame and stormed off in a huff. stop. reading. now.

***

sometimes, the internet has its uses. sometimes, the internet pays off BIG style. and if it hadn't been for [livejournal.com profile] toriar entering a competition on myspace of all places, i wouldn't have found myself at cafe royal last night, watching lovely patrick wolf playing a gig for no more than 100 people, in a tiny room, with a free bar. you heard me.

we both turned up ridiculously early, and sat in the candlelit hotel bar. after looking at the cocktail menu i was jonesing for an old fashioned. and so i had one. a properly made one. nom nom. delicious. bad spending, good booze.

and then we meandered in, restrained selves from shrieking at the tiny size of the place, and drank tasty free champagne whilst being photographed by someone or other. very bizarre.

and THEN i discovered the free bar, which had run out of anything that wasn't vodka or beer. mmm, vodka.

more importantly, patrick wolf. just him and a piano / moog / violin, plus lady violinist where required, and bishi. he opened with teignmouth. joy!!! i can't remember the last time i heard that live. it's one of my favourite-songs-on-repeat. in fact, when in my workroom the only things i've been listening to of late are wind in the wires and, er, crime of the century. they seem to be perfect music to keep me serene and happy and concentrating. except when teignmouth comes on, at that moment i usually stop whatever i'm doing and just listen, and grin.

old stuff. low key stuff. beautiful stuff. i find myself mesmerised by the mirrors by the stage, in one arch is the reflection of his shadow, in another his reflection proper, and the last frames the actual violinist. we find ourselves right at the front of the stage. i'm almost embarrassed to find myself catching his eye whilst singing quietly to myself. ahem.

anyway, despite the best efforts of some media tw@ts (probably the same ones leaving mountains of white powder in the toilets) braying loudly at the back whilst swigging the booze (to mr wolf's vocalised annoyance) it was pretty darned excellent. and it was ace to have a good old gossip and natter with [livejournal.com profile] toriar too. london's brilliant, isn't it? (unless you have the flu, argh, guilts.)

***

on the way there i walked through leicester square, stumbling across the preview for fred claus en route. er, warning. tried to watch that film the other day, and it's pretty poor. don't see it. save your pennies! it certainly isn't worth getting chemical snow in your eyes for, peons.

***

the scrabulous roll-over advertising is really winding me up. chuck and larry can sod right off, thanks.
shewho: (judy garland)
last night, clairey and i went to see rufus wainwright at the hammersmith apollo, and it was EXCELLENT.

yeah, so, we were standing right at the back. it meant we could have a jig about, as is only right.

yeah, so, rubbish scott matthews was supporting. it meant we could have a sit on the floor and hidden natter, plus emergency beer.*

yeah, so, someone ELSE was there dressed as dorothy! not me! but it was a man, and a sexy dorothy, so my reputation as best ms gale in town still holds. ahem.

yeah, so, it was mostly the same thing we'd seen earlier this year at the old vic, but that was BLINKING EXCELLENT, as was last night.

yeah, so, it finished late enough to screw up my transport home. but this meant there was almost 2 and a half hours (plus interval!) of glorious music.

so yes, there was the majority, if not all of, release the stars, and more from poses than i remember there being last time. there was the lederhosen. there were the couple of judy tracks. there was the simply awesome get happy dance routine with the band. which will always have me squealing with joy. there was the unmic-ed irish song, so impressed his voice is big enough to carry to the back of the apollo!

most importantly, and for my first time EVER, he played cigarettes and chocolate milk. absolute heaven. i'll forgive the piano stumbling. i'll forgive ANYTHING. in fact, i'd have happily listened to just that repeated for the 2.5 hours. well, perhaps with poses interspersed. and the consort. and do i disappoint you. and 14th street. or perhaps just the concert as it was, eh.

if there wasn't book club i'd be going again tonight. **

/rufus joy.








* actually i was very good and only had 1 pint plus a half whilst waiting in the pub. moderation!

** if YOU want to, clairey has 2 spare tickets....
shewho: (judy garland)
last night, clairey and i went to see rufus wainwright at the hammersmith apollo, and it was EXCELLENT.

yeah, so, we were standing right at the back. it meant we could have a jig about, as is only right.

yeah, so, rubbish scott matthews was supporting. it meant we could have a sit on the floor and hidden natter, plus emergency beer.*

yeah, so, someone ELSE was there dressed as dorothy! not me! but it was a man, and a sexy dorothy, so my reputation as best ms gale in town still holds. ahem.

yeah, so, it was mostly the same thing we'd seen earlier this year at the old vic, but that was BLINKING EXCELLENT, as was last night.

yeah, so, it finished late enough to screw up my transport home. but this meant there was almost 2 and a half hours (plus interval!) of glorious music.

so yes, there was the majority, if not all of, release the stars, and more from poses than i remember there being last time. there was the lederhosen. there were the couple of judy tracks. there was the simply awesome get happy dance routine with the band. which will always have me squealing with joy. there was the unmic-ed irish song, so impressed his voice is big enough to carry to the back of the apollo!

most importantly, and for my first time EVER, he played cigarettes and chocolate milk. absolute heaven. i'll forgive the piano stumbling. i'll forgive ANYTHING. in fact, i'd have happily listened to just that repeated for the 2.5 hours. well, perhaps with poses interspersed. and the consort. and do i disappoint you. and 14th street. or perhaps just the concert as it was, eh.

if there wasn't book club i'd be going again tonight. **

/rufus joy.








* actually i was very good and only had 1 pint plus a half whilst waiting in the pub. moderation!

** if YOU want to, clairey has 2 spare tickets....
shewho: (bunnyfoofoo)
there is nothing better than singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing, and are doing so.

karaoke last night was simply MARVELLOUS, and it isn't just the vin rouge talking. though that was pretty tasty too.

i think i could happily sing, and listen to other people singing while watching them enjoy themselves, forever and ever and ever and ever. we tried, but the karaokebox man eventually turfed us out.

i sang probably too much, but mostly with other people, so that's ok. um, there was:

♥ mr big - to be with you (with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague
♥ girls aloud - biology
♥ macca - no more lonely nights (with mrs [livejournal.com profile] rhodri)
♥ nikki french - total eclipse of the heart (with [livejournal.com profile] charleston and too much jumping around and shouting BOSH!>
♥ carly simon - you're so vain (with jenny again)
♥ meatloaf - dead ringer for love (more jenny! i forgot ALL the harmony and gave up on it, rubbish.)
♥ eurythmics - sweet dreams (with super harmonising from [livejournal.com profile] wilteddaffodil who is Very Good At Singing.)

and i think that was probably it, from me at least. i demand more karaoke! NOW! ahem. my neck is crippling me today, i should learn to actually OBEY myself and not attempt to windmill headbang to bon jovi. honestly.

more tasty wine in various locations afterwards, though man, 24 hour drinking is hard to find in london, how ridiculous! managed to stumble home via liverpool street, hurrah for homing instincts.

***

it was BEAUTIFUL walking to the station this morning. sharp and crisp, yet blurred with fog. that sort of fog that you think if you manage to walk through it to the other side you'll find yourself leaving some battle ground in an alternative universe. or perhaps that's just me. anyway, this is my favourite sort of weather. i can't think of anything better.

except maybe KARAOKE. heh.
shewho: (bunnyfoofoo)
there is nothing better than singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing.

there is nothing better than being in a room full of people who like singing, and are doing so.

karaoke last night was simply MARVELLOUS, and it isn't just the vin rouge talking. though that was pretty tasty too.

i think i could happily sing, and listen to other people singing while watching them enjoy themselves, forever and ever and ever and ever. we tried, but the karaokebox man eventually turfed us out.

i sang probably too much, but mostly with other people, so that's ok. um, there was:

♥ mr big - to be with you (with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague
♥ girls aloud - biology
♥ macca - no more lonely nights (with mrs [livejournal.com profile] rhodri)
♥ nikki french - total eclipse of the heart (with [livejournal.com profile] charleston and too much jumping around and shouting BOSH!>
♥ carly simon - you're so vain (with jenny again)
♥ meatloaf - dead ringer for love (more jenny! i forgot ALL the harmony and gave up on it, rubbish.)
♥ eurythmics - sweet dreams (with super harmonising from [livejournal.com profile] wilteddaffodil who is Very Good At Singing.)

and i think that was probably it, from me at least. i demand more karaoke! NOW! ahem. my neck is crippling me today, i should learn to actually OBEY myself and not attempt to windmill headbang to bon jovi. honestly.

more tasty wine in various locations afterwards, though man, 24 hour drinking is hard to find in london, how ridiculous! managed to stumble home via liverpool street, hurrah for homing instincts.

***

it was BEAUTIFUL walking to the station this morning. sharp and crisp, yet blurred with fog. that sort of fog that you think if you manage to walk through it to the other side you'll find yourself leaving some battle ground in an alternative universe. or perhaps that's just me. anyway, this is my favourite sort of weather. i can't think of anything better.

except maybe KARAOKE. heh.
shewho: (kissface)
oh my oh my oh my. i am listening to magic fm (hush now) and it's making me SO HAPPY you wouldn't believe. i'm sure it didn't use to be so power-ballad centric? anyway, i only started listening because classic fm kept detuning itself, and i was only listening to that because i couldn't pick anything else up. stupid radio. and it appears to be less able to pick things up now someone nicked our lead flashings. blurble.

***

last night was the decemberists at the royal festival hall, courtesy of clairey. it was a bit weird, actually. i'm not sure they really suit a sit down venue, especially one where everyone feels like they have to *stay* sitting down. there was certainly not as wonderful an atmosphere as previous decemberist gigs, and not as much excellent audience messing around. though we did all get to scream like we were being eaten by a whale. which honestly DOESN'T have teeth.

i didn't seem to know many songs, i think they may have been tailoring the set to the venue with a lot of pre-picaresque stuff that i've never heard. either way, i still love them dearly.

afterwards we popped along to the aftershow for a bit and drank some free wine (DOH! breaking the 'go home early' and 'don't keep drinking' resolutions in one easy step) and chatted to c's colleagues for a bit, whilst deliberatley not talking to the band, because i'm only ever embarrassing.

and that's that.

more anon.
shewho: (kissface)
oh my oh my oh my. i am listening to magic fm (hush now) and it's making me SO HAPPY you wouldn't believe. i'm sure it didn't use to be so power-ballad centric? anyway, i only started listening because classic fm kept detuning itself, and i was only listening to that because i couldn't pick anything else up. stupid radio. and it appears to be less able to pick things up now someone nicked our lead flashings. blurble.

***

last night was the decemberists at the royal festival hall, courtesy of clairey. it was a bit weird, actually. i'm not sure they really suit a sit down venue, especially one where everyone feels like they have to *stay* sitting down. there was certainly not as wonderful an atmosphere as previous decemberist gigs, and not as much excellent audience messing around. though we did all get to scream like we were being eaten by a whale. which honestly DOESN'T have teeth.

i didn't seem to know many songs, i think they may have been tailoring the set to the venue with a lot of pre-picaresque stuff that i've never heard. either way, i still love them dearly.

afterwards we popped along to the aftershow for a bit and drank some free wine (DOH! breaking the 'go home early' and 'don't keep drinking' resolutions in one easy step) and chatted to c's colleagues for a bit, whilst deliberatley not talking to the band, because i'm only ever embarrassing.

and that's that.

more anon.
shewho: (thumbs up)
Here is a link to [livejournal.com profile] rhodri's insanely catchy The Schema project, a rather fabulous video that features half of lj, and a bit of me. I think [livejournal.com profile] carsmilesteve wins at life a bit :)

Go watch! Find out more! Buy!
shewho: (thumbs up)
Here is a link to [livejournal.com profile] rhodri's insanely catchy The Schema project, a rather fabulous video that features half of lj, and a bit of me. I think [livejournal.com profile] carsmilesteve wins at life a bit :)

Go watch! Find out more! Buy!

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