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