shewho: (fmf)
It’s been a morning submersed in music. Wonderful, lovely music.

On the train into work this morning I finally decided to stop listening to the iPod on shuffle, and got up the courage to listen to the new Manic Street Preachers album, seeing as the gigs are rapidly approaching. And oh my word! What happened? It’s actually rather good. This I was not expecting. I can hold my head up high and say I like them for the first time in a while. I wasn’t listening too closely (distracted by the book below) so can’t really say too much, except I did have to stop and do *nothing* else whilst listening to the wonderful Autumnsong with it’s beautiful Bradders soaring guitar lines and excellent solos, and am also loving Winterlovers (heh, I see a seasonal theme!) with the deliberately rough-edged backing vocals in a 60s girl group style. Marvellous! The ‘secret’ track too, ah, wonderful wonderful work. Ranting. Almost a dark surf vibe. Very happy indeed! Imperial Bodybags, however, lived up to my fears. I should stick with my not-listening-to-lyrics-but-revelling-in-music principles. Nicky, Nicky, Nicky….

***

And speaking of Nickys / Nikkis (!) the book that kept distracting me is of course The Dirt, Motley Crue biog. It hasn’t even got particularly filthy and wrong yet, but is compulsive reading. I almost missed my bus stop. I don’t even particularly like the Crue that much either. Hopefully I won’t get as carried away with this book as much as I normally do, otherwise I’ll be fvcking girls all over the place and have really scary hair. You’ll know.

***

Also decided to give The Devastations a listen, now ATP is fading in my memory… :(

[livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic is right, yes, the album doesn’t really show what they can do like the live experience does. But the songs are still lovely, albeit in a different way. And in places you can fill in the noise and guitars with your mind, at least, I can see (remember?) where they came in on some of the tracks. I’ve been listening to some new demos on myspace as well, which are different again. Very mellow. Soundtrack-like. Hmmm.

***

Prince Rogers Nelson! I *shall* be going to the ball. 17th August, 02 Arena. HELL YEAH.

[I’m not going to count up the amount of stadium sized gigs I shall be attending this year, for I fear the indie snob buried deep inside me would be Very Disappointed Indeed. Still, OMG! 2 weeks today I shall be getting ridiculously excited about MEAT LOAF in the evening! EEEE!]

***

Netiquette / Text-iquette (?) I almost always (unless I *really* don’t know or like you. Or I’m too drunk to function) sign off my emails and texts with a ‘xxx’. There’s no implication attached. It’s mostly force of habit. (More than 3 probably means you have done something spectacularly good!)

But do you read anything into it? Do you feel obliged to respond with a ‘x’? Even if you wouldn’t normally?

I’m not *worried*, just curious…..

EDIT: I am a spanner. Comments re-enabled. Disabling was completely unintentional. Doh.
shewho: (fmf)
It’s been a morning submersed in music. Wonderful, lovely music.

On the train into work this morning I finally decided to stop listening to the iPod on shuffle, and got up the courage to listen to the new Manic Street Preachers album, seeing as the gigs are rapidly approaching. And oh my word! What happened? It’s actually rather good. This I was not expecting. I can hold my head up high and say I like them for the first time in a while. I wasn’t listening too closely (distracted by the book below) so can’t really say too much, except I did have to stop and do *nothing* else whilst listening to the wonderful Autumnsong with it’s beautiful Bradders soaring guitar lines and excellent solos, and am also loving Winterlovers (heh, I see a seasonal theme!) with the deliberately rough-edged backing vocals in a 60s girl group style. Marvellous! The ‘secret’ track too, ah, wonderful wonderful work. Ranting. Almost a dark surf vibe. Very happy indeed! Imperial Bodybags, however, lived up to my fears. I should stick with my not-listening-to-lyrics-but-revelling-in-music principles. Nicky, Nicky, Nicky….

***

And speaking of Nickys / Nikkis (!) the book that kept distracting me is of course The Dirt, Motley Crue biog. It hasn’t even got particularly filthy and wrong yet, but is compulsive reading. I almost missed my bus stop. I don’t even particularly like the Crue that much either. Hopefully I won’t get as carried away with this book as much as I normally do, otherwise I’ll be fvcking girls all over the place and have really scary hair. You’ll know.

***

Also decided to give The Devastations a listen, now ATP is fading in my memory… :(

[livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic is right, yes, the album doesn’t really show what they can do like the live experience does. But the songs are still lovely, albeit in a different way. And in places you can fill in the noise and guitars with your mind, at least, I can see (remember?) where they came in on some of the tracks. I’ve been listening to some new demos on myspace as well, which are different again. Very mellow. Soundtrack-like. Hmmm.

***

Prince Rogers Nelson! I *shall* be going to the ball. 17th August, 02 Arena. HELL YEAH.

[I’m not going to count up the amount of stadium sized gigs I shall be attending this year, for I fear the indie snob buried deep inside me would be Very Disappointed Indeed. Still, OMG! 2 weeks today I shall be getting ridiculously excited about MEAT LOAF in the evening! EEEE!]

***

Netiquette / Text-iquette (?) I almost always (unless I *really* don’t know or like you. Or I’m too drunk to function) sign off my emails and texts with a ‘xxx’. There’s no implication attached. It’s mostly force of habit. (More than 3 probably means you have done something spectacularly good!)

But do you read anything into it? Do you feel obliged to respond with a ‘x’? Even if you wouldn’t normally?

I’m not *worried*, just curious…..

EDIT: I am a spanner. Comments re-enabled. Disabling was completely unintentional. Doh.
shewho: (objection)
I should have had my final* filling this morning, but my dentist cancelled on me, ill. This is the 2nd out of 3 appointments total where he’s done this, and the other one I fear he was drunk / hungover. I’m a bit wary of my dentist.

~~~

It has been a week of endings. I have FINALLY finished Phoenix Wright 2, hurrah! Edgeworth remains totty, Franziska remains irritating, a busty dead woman in a child’s clothes / body remains Quite Wrong. What next? Shall I attempt to catch up to [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic in Hotel Dusk? Or train my brain a bit? Or even let [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic have his console back? Decisions!

~~~

Also finished: Leaving Dirty Jersey by James Salant (thank you [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll ). A true account of descent into crystal meth addiction and the accompanying filthy lifestyle. I’m in 2 minds about this book. My thinking mind doesn’t find it desperately engaging, and a lot of the time I’ve been thinking ‘so what?’, but occasionally, as was the case this morning, I have managed to de-tune my brain to a Sunday-afternoon-way-home-from-Friday state of being, and all the crazy decisions suddenly make sense and are reasonable, and *I’m* losing track of time and what day it is and what’s real, so perhaps the book is doing exactly what it should do.

My major gripe would be a lack of description of what it actually feels like when doing meth. Everything else sounds so sordid, there has to be a payback. What is it? It only makes me more curious, which is Very Dangerous. Actually, there is a fabulous** description of an overdose, which had me thinking ‘oooh that sounds intriguing, must try it someday’ before catching the thought and slapping myself hard in the face.

I don’t think I should ever try crystal meth. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t. This book has not changed my mind. I (mentally) walk a dangerous tightrope of complete hedonist*** (More, more, more! Must try EVERYTHING! New experience? Yes! Please!) and extreme control freak**** which mostly keeps me in check. Well, there’s a whole range of checks and balances, but it mainly works. Perhaps I’ll not mess with it.

Next book on the list: Naked Lunch. I feel like tackling it again. Last time I tried I couldn’t really get into it properly. Time to give it another go…

~~~

Last night, return to the Book Club at the Albany. Pretty quiet numbers wise, but fun. Accidental drinking of too much wine***** and being seated at the front means I get to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog’s autocue. Try very hard not to sing along in a karaoke style. This is hard when a [livejournal.com profile] shewho is on stage and there is music. Sorry! Phil Jeays sensibly turns down my offer of repeat word carrying, and uses a music stand, boo. I like the Phil Jeays band, but I’m more’n happy just to see them live occasionally, rather than listen to stuff at home. I also like Tom Bell and his mate Ed’s (?) sketch. Jo Neary reads old diaries. Man, if only I could find my diary. I called it Christian. Guess why! I like Natalie Haynes. I like Dan Trap. I like Chris Neill. I like Robin Ince. WHY WON’T HE READ FROM THE CRAZY BEATLES LADY BOOK THE BIG TEASE? Ahem. Peter Buckley Hill weirds me out with bottom obsessing. I have forgotten to tell [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves why he scared me before. What else was there? I dunno. Wine. I had a lovely evening.

~~~

Oh, and I’ve got a daemon too. It would appear to be a mouse. A mouse!! I ask you. Anyway, under the cut you can click and see if you agree with the outcome or not. Change me into a ferret or a cockroach, who knows!










* For the moment
** ‘Fabulous’? Bad choice of word. Probably.
*** Thanks mum…
**** Thanks dad…
***** Yeah, yeah, I know. Had a duck egg on toast as emergency feel better breakfast. Found 1/3 a bottle of wine in my bag. Err, hurrah for screwtops?
shewho: (objection)
I should have had my final* filling this morning, but my dentist cancelled on me, ill. This is the 2nd out of 3 appointments total where he’s done this, and the other one I fear he was drunk / hungover. I’m a bit wary of my dentist.

~~~

It has been a week of endings. I have FINALLY finished Phoenix Wright 2, hurrah! Edgeworth remains totty, Franziska remains irritating, a busty dead woman in a child’s clothes / body remains Quite Wrong. What next? Shall I attempt to catch up to [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic in Hotel Dusk? Or train my brain a bit? Or even let [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic have his console back? Decisions!

~~~

Also finished: Leaving Dirty Jersey by James Salant (thank you [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll ). A true account of descent into crystal meth addiction and the accompanying filthy lifestyle. I’m in 2 minds about this book. My thinking mind doesn’t find it desperately engaging, and a lot of the time I’ve been thinking ‘so what?’, but occasionally, as was the case this morning, I have managed to de-tune my brain to a Sunday-afternoon-way-home-from-Friday state of being, and all the crazy decisions suddenly make sense and are reasonable, and *I’m* losing track of time and what day it is and what’s real, so perhaps the book is doing exactly what it should do.

My major gripe would be a lack of description of what it actually feels like when doing meth. Everything else sounds so sordid, there has to be a payback. What is it? It only makes me more curious, which is Very Dangerous. Actually, there is a fabulous** description of an overdose, which had me thinking ‘oooh that sounds intriguing, must try it someday’ before catching the thought and slapping myself hard in the face.

I don’t think I should ever try crystal meth. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t. This book has not changed my mind. I (mentally) walk a dangerous tightrope of complete hedonist*** (More, more, more! Must try EVERYTHING! New experience? Yes! Please!) and extreme control freak**** which mostly keeps me in check. Well, there’s a whole range of checks and balances, but it mainly works. Perhaps I’ll not mess with it.

Next book on the list: Naked Lunch. I feel like tackling it again. Last time I tried I couldn’t really get into it properly. Time to give it another go…

~~~

Last night, return to the Book Club at the Albany. Pretty quiet numbers wise, but fun. Accidental drinking of too much wine***** and being seated at the front means I get to be [livejournal.com profile] martylog’s autocue. Try very hard not to sing along in a karaoke style. This is hard when a [livejournal.com profile] shewho is on stage and there is music. Sorry! Phil Jeays sensibly turns down my offer of repeat word carrying, and uses a music stand, boo. I like the Phil Jeays band, but I’m more’n happy just to see them live occasionally, rather than listen to stuff at home. I also like Tom Bell and his mate Ed’s (?) sketch. Jo Neary reads old diaries. Man, if only I could find my diary. I called it Christian. Guess why! I like Natalie Haynes. I like Dan Trap. I like Chris Neill. I like Robin Ince. WHY WON’T HE READ FROM THE CRAZY BEATLES LADY BOOK THE BIG TEASE? Ahem. Peter Buckley Hill weirds me out with bottom obsessing. I have forgotten to tell [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves why he scared me before. What else was there? I dunno. Wine. I had a lovely evening.

~~~

Oh, and I’ve got a daemon too. It would appear to be a mouse. A mouse!! I ask you. Anyway, under the cut you can click and see if you agree with the outcome or not. Change me into a ferret or a cockroach, who knows!










* For the moment
** ‘Fabulous’? Bad choice of word. Probably.
*** Thanks mum…
**** Thanks dad…
***** Yeah, yeah, I know. Had a duck egg on toast as emergency feel better breakfast. Found 1/3 a bottle of wine in my bag. Err, hurrah for screwtops?

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