So it's just been announced there's going to be another Royal Wedding.
Excuse me for being a Republican Sourpuss, but Whoopty Fucking Do. One inbred dullard getting married to another.
The best part of the whole thing so far was switching on the BBC News Channel just as David Cameron was coming out to talk to the media outside Number 10. He was hitting all the beats about being very excited, two young people in love, remember Diana and Charles blah blah blah.
But his face and his body language was saying "Fucking Hell, did they really pull me out here to talk about this crap? I was doing something really important in there and I'm so not in the mood for this bullshit!"
I'm not kidding. He really was fighting to keep his friendly smile up and not give in to the annoyed sneer that kept creeping over his face, his upper lip tightening across his shiny white teeth. He was like that from the moment he tensely strode out to the second he turned on he heel and walked away, leaving a reporter's final question hanging in the air.
Don't get me wrong, I hate the Tories as much as the next man. But when I saw David Cameron was just as unimpressed as everyone else by the idea of two freeloaders getting hitched at massive expenses to everyone that can't afford it, bugger me if just for a second he didn't become a shade more likeable.
Just for a second, mind. After that you remember the tax dodges for his mates, the slashing of services, the bleeding of the universities, the tripling of top-up fees and all the other things they are planning in order to stomp on the most vulnerable and kick those who are already down.
Sat, Oct. 2nd, 2010, 08:35 pm
This week I've been listening to:
Wolves in the Throne Room
Altar of Plagues
As well as old favourites like:
At this precise moment listening to the five track sampler of the soundtrack stuff Trent Reznor wrote for The Social Network.
An Australian friend rounded up a posse last night to head to Cable on Bermondsey Street to see Venetian Snares.
Not the most inconspicuous of blokes, Aaron Funk was frequently found moping around the smoking area, his state of mind reflecting his name.
But the set itself was incredible, and it reminded me of why I fell in love with breakcore in the first place.
So glad I went.
Mon, May. 17th, 2010, 10:31 pm
Despite not living in Brisbane for over five years, I still like to check out what happens there every now and again.
So I'm on the Rave Magazine mailing list, meaning every Wednesday it arrives in my inbox in PDF form. Which is all good: click the link and it pops up in Acrobat or some other reader. I can't remember which one.
Only today I clicked it and it opened in my browser as a Web PDF.
The problem being that in the desktop reader it's a doddle to resize the pages up and down. Good for scanning, good for zooming in to a type size that's readable on my screen.
No matter, I'm downloading the PDF right now, and I'm going to see if I can't get it to open in a desktop reader. Which I'm kind of eager to do, since there Dillinger Escape Plan have the cover story this week.
Addendum: that's exactly what I've done, and I'm reading it right now. Sweet!
Sat, Apr. 3rd, 2010, 04:53 pm
These days I only check LJ every two or three days.
Which makes for great fun when you've forgotten that the date is now April 2.
...or is it just me?
Answers on a postcard please.
Sat, Sep. 12th, 2009, 09:46 pm
Restrung my guitar the other night. Was half expecting the intonation to go completely kafluey.
Quick lesson: Guitars are funny things; if you put a different guage of strings on a guitar, or even if it's the same guage by a different company the change of tension on the neck can pull it out of tune.
IE the frets won't line up with where the actual notes should be. The intonation, the space between the notes, will be a tiny bit off. Just enough that the guitar will sound ever so slightly wrong even to untrained ears (the musical equivalent to an outfit featuring two types of pinstripe: you know it's wrong even if you can't explain why).
Crazy temperature changes and the like will play havoc with guitar necks as well.
Bear in mind that my guitar hasn't been set up in nearly five years, and that was back in Australia. Brisbane weather is not London weather. In February it was cold enough in my room that I would wake up and see my breath. At the time my guitar was under my bed.
But no, I changed all the strings, tuned it up then checked the intonation with a digital tuner, all the way up the neck. It came in pretty much dead on.
The guitar in question is an LTD H-100, a midrange Korean made lump of wood designed to be played in standard E but bastardised into being a C# instrument. For it to hold up this well for this long is kinda impressive.
LTD's: they're cheap, they look silly and they don't sound the best. But dammit, they work.
Thanks to the magic of Spotify I'm listening to Speech Debelle's album.
And some of the stuff is nakedly honest enough that I'm halfway impressed, touched even. But...
...it really isn't that impressive. Let's face it, her rhymes are cliched and her story is dime-a-dozen in this town.
And her voice is kinda irritating.
The production is interesting but a) it's not anything that's never been heard before and b) her producer didn't get the Mercury, she did.
To be fair, Florence and the Machine is just Kate Bush with a worse voice and the Klaxons are just goth via Shoreditch. But if either of them had won it would at least make some kind of sense.
*shrugs* If anyone was in any doubt after the Klaxons won in 2007 this kinda clinches it.
Even in Pop Circles, The Mercury Award is irrelevant.
BTW: any of you remember those two albums John Frusciante made when he was so fucked up on heroin nobody expected him to live to see Christmas? I just realised this reminds me of that.
Two bangs just rang out over Leytonstone.
Echoed like they were bouncing off a wall 150 metres away.
Didn't sound like firecrackers. Unless these firecrackers were abnormally big.