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04:53 pm
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YOU AND ME, WE'RE HISTORY
I've decided that posting two lots of blogs is far too much effort for a lazy shizzlestick like me so my blog is moving, permanent style to myspace. It's more versatile, more people read it and you can do gay little things like use italics and post a picture of the album-which-makes-you-look-cool. All in all, livejournal has proved a pleasing but somewhat sterile experience. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm off to Boots. Here's to the next phase. Goodbye.
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Current Mood:  accomplished
Current Music: none
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12:59 pm
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THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC
We all need theme music. If we didn't have theme music, the civilised world as we know it would collapse and we'd all be living in disused washing machines, wearing cardboard and eating our own children. I mean, without theme music, how would you know if you were watching Star Wars or Indiana Jones? Okay, you might see what you were watching, but what if you were busy looking for the remote or opening the doritos or getting off with someone on the couch? It's tricky.
So in an effort to streamline the cacophony of confusion that is everyday life, here are my themes for all aspects of existence, good and bad. Perhaps they will help you also.
HAPPY THEME: Ladyflash by The Go! Team
Happier than Snoopy doing his happiest happy dance, this is the sound of pure joy. Sounds good first thing in the morning, mid-afternoon or late at night. Feel the love.
SAD THEME: I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry by Hank Williams
No one ever got over depression by listening to The Beach Boys. When you're down in the dumps, you need something that will make you feel ten hundred times worse. Put this on, paint the walls black and gaze out of the window for hours on end. Or until the song finishes.
ANGRY THEME: We Had To Tear This Motherfucker Up by Ice Cube
Featuring the most pissed-off sounding drum sample in history, this track is ideal for furrowing brows, gnashing teeth and punching the heads off goats. Grrrr.
HEARTBREAK THEME (Part 1: Grief ): Washer by Slint
When you're sick to your stomach with hurt and your heart feels like it's been replaced by frozen acid, this is what you need. Ostensibly about a young man telling his girlfriend not to feel bad just as he's about to kill himself (like that'll really work), it's all quiet and sinister and mournful before exploding like a shotgun through your skull. Total misery. Utterly perfect.
HEARTBREAK THEME (Part 2: Bitterness): Cocaine Blues (live) by Johnny Cash
"Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds, I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down." Johnny knows heartbreak like dentists know teeth, and the roar from a few thousand convicts after he sings this line helps the hate flow so much better.
IN LOVE THEME: She's The One by The Beta Band/God Only Knows by The Beach Boys
The lyrics to this make no sense, but then, neither does that giddy headrush that comes with love, but the sound of this effortlessly sums up that all-conquering sense of wonderful. The other song has a similar effect, but has been recently raped by Joss Stone, who is using it to sell jeans for a certain sweatshop-tastic clothing manufactuer. Stop now.
COMEDY THEME: The Gonk by H Chappell
Better known as the end credits theme from Dawn Of The Dead, this is ideal for bumping into things, falling over and telling shit jokes.
MAKING AN ENTRANCE THEME: You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar But I Feel Like A Millionaire by Queens Of The Stone Age .
One day they're gonna play this in every single bar I walk into. The bit where it kicks in is not unlike ten triple-espressos all going to your head at once. Not that I'd know.
GETTING DRUNK/GOING OUT THEME: Ace Of Spades by Motorhead
"You know I love to lose, and gamblings for fools, but that's the way I like it baby, I don't wanna live forever!" 'Nuff said.
SEXY THEME: Demon Cleaner by Kyuss.
Smoking and drinking are perfect bedfellows, and this track is the aural equivalent of snogging someone who's had just enough of both to taste divine. Mmmmm.
CONFIDENCE THEME: Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor.
Y'know, that tune from Rocky. Listen to it on the way to work and you'll kick serious arse.
That covers most of it. If there are many more, I can't be fucked as I gotta get some lunch. What about you lot? Any favourites? Think I could have made a better selection? Leave your opinions in the space below.
On Sunday I spent seven hours playing Killer 7. My head still hurts.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Elvis Presley - Love Me
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01:38 pm
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SOMETIMES YOU WANNA GO...WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
The good news is I've sorted my costume for Shambala. I even ambled into town earlier today to hook that shit up, yo. The bad news is I've encountered logistical difficulties and the never-ending struggle continues. How ironic that the simple process of doing enjoyable things is proving to be such a herculan effort. As Bill Watterson said, having fun is a serious business.
Thanks to all who helped me make my triumphant return to The Royal Phoenix Chinese Restaurant last night. Ro and I used to go there alllll the time until we split up in December so the place has a few memories, to say the least. Funnily enough, the moment we knew it was all over came while we there tucking into our starters one fateful night. I felt sorry for the staff who, after being courteous and polite to a fault, saw a young couple in tears and assumed it was because the grilled pork dumplings were shit (which they weren't).
Anyway, I was joined for birthday din-dins by some amazing people, some of whom will be reading this so thank you for making it a top night. I particularly enjoyed doing John/Paul/George/Ringo impressions with Geordie Mick and I'm glad we all agree on Joss Stone. I was also impressed by the casio keyboard/answering machine version of Happy Birthday that they pumped through the speakers while they were bringing the cake out. My most recent memory of my favourite restaurant in Leicester is again a happy one. I wuv you guys.
If there's any men reading this, I have some advice, dudes: wear a suit when you go out dancing. You feel like Otis fucking Redding when you're rocking sharp threads on the dancefloor and ladies love a true soul brother. Ow! Good gawd! Etc.
I've had little sleep, there's too much caffeine and some booze still left in my system and I'm about to hit the town again for red hot dub reggae action at Dubsomanic. It's what Jah would have wanted.
PS What's my costume, you ask? You'll just have to wait, you naughty little badgers.
Current Mood:  thoughtful
Current Music: AC/DC - Let There Be Rock
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01:09 pm
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GONNA DRESS YOU UP IN MY LOVE
The guy who used this computer before me stank and he has left his bloke musk all over the seat. Not good.
The logistics of fancy dress go utterly fucking pear-shaped when you're on the go. I'm off to Shambala on Thursday and I need a costume for the Saturday night dress up. I need something (relatively) cheap, easily portable and most importantly, not shit.
I'd go as Agent Smith, but he didnt have a beard and I aint shaving this bad boy off for nobody, so scracth that. I was going to go as Jesus (if you're rocking a beard all you need is a robe, sandals and wig. Praise the Lord!) but now that doesn't seem such a good idea. I don't want people thinking I'm some sort of God-bothering christian and will hippy chicks really dig a man dressed up as our lord and saviour? Jesus only looks good in pictures and that Mel Gibson film. If I tried it I'd probably end up looking like John Lennon after he'd been run over. Why hast thou forsaken me?
So then Steve suggested I dress up as Captain Jack Sparrow. Great! Pirates, beard, rugged, arrrrr! Etc. Only I want some decent kit and getting pirate boots, trousers, a shirt, pistols and all sorts of weird braid-y crap for my hair/beard is going to cost me far more than pieces of eight. Scuppered!
So fuck knows. If you're reading this then leave a suggestion for a costume in the comments box and I'll ignore it at my own convenience. Is anyone else out there going to Shambala? Anyone else having costume trauma? Share your pain with me, my children.
Current Mood:  anxious
Current Music: The Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn't Finish
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10:26 pm
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SOME GIRLS ARE BIGGER THAN OTHERS
There are times when peace of mind seems a bit like Gwen Stefani's cleavage; you look for it, but it simply isn't there.
It's at those times, then, when this little gem from 'Ol Dirty Bastard seems like the very air we should all be breathing;
"If I got a problem, a problem's got a problem til it's gone!"
Speak on it, god.
Current Mood:  content
Current Music: QOTSA - Medication
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07:31 am
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EVERYONE'S A V.I.P. TO SOMEONE
"I don't know how to run a newspaper. I just try everything I can think of."
- Orson Welles
Today is a very special day. Why, you ask? Because it is my one year anniversary as a professional
journalist at The Melton Times.
Over the last 12 months I have had my name on the front cover eight times, been interviewed by the BBC,
shouted at by a kiddy fiddler, threatened by a toff (he wasn't very scary), recognised in the street by
old ladies, been asked if I'd like to join the Freemasons (seriously), been given a bottle of wine for helping a child with special needs, nearly been run over by a horse and other events too numerous to mention.
I have interviewed a man who is allergic to electricity, a girl who appeared nude in FHM (she was very sweet), a mother of seven who told me having a big family was "shit", war veterans, a Tory MP, a soldier in Iraq, lots of toffs, several chavs and a cast of hundreds.
But what's most significant (other than the fact that my shorthand is still wonky as fuck) is what has
happened outside of work. Pardon the melodrama, but I feel as if I have been to Hell and back, and the
difference between James Gates of August 2004 and the new, improved model writing this is so big it nearly
beggars belief.
We're only halfway through the year, but it's shaping up to be one of the most incredible and life-changing
I can think of, and to be able to say that in my late 20s is a nice feeling. I feel something at the moment,
like the Universe is about to spring something on me, very soon. I have never been more curious to see how a year will finish, as some moments from the last 12 months seem to have been lifted from the storyline of
a soap opera and who knows what all these disparate plotlines will lead to?
Since last August I have made more amazing friends, seen more amazing sights and found out more about
myself than I ever thought possible. At times it feels like some sort of karmic lottery and every now and
again all the numbers line up in my favour. Considering that earlier this year I'd go to bed hoping not to wake up the next morning, that's a pretty good deal.
So if you're reading this, whoever you are (yes, even you), you're reading this because you are part of my
life and it means I was lucky enough to meet you and see how utterly fucking amazing you are. Thank you
from the bottom of my heart and see you next time. Here's to the next 12 months and beyond.
Current Mood: grateful
Current Music: The Go! Team - Ladyflash
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01:16 pm
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I STARTED SOMETHING I COULDN'T FINISH
It's taken over my life...
1) KILLER 7: Utterly fucked-up video game from those crazy dudes that made Resident Evil. The plot makes no sense, I don't really know what's going on and I've just gotten to a bit where a man with a big afro has a wank before a blowing up a building. Jesus. It is, however, enormous fun and a breath of fresh air in an age where everything is a copy of everything else. My favourite character is this girl in a little dress with no shoes and a really big fucking gun. She also slits her wrists and showers everything with blood because it's her special power or something. Like I said, Jesus.
2) MY SPACE: Set up a profile one night our of boredom and now it practically owns my soul. I have to physically restrain myself from checking it at work. Anywhere where you can count Boney and The Reverend Horton Heat as your 'friends' has got to be a good thing.
3) HANK WILLIAMS: While I was in New York I got totally obsessesed with The Hillbilly Shakespeare to the extent that I bought a Hank Williams book, a Hank Williams best-of, a Hank Williams DVD and I nearly bought a fucking Hank Williams t-shirt (didn't like the design, though). Shouldn't really be listening to him right now as his music encourages you to get drunk and bitterly reminisce about women before killing yourself but man, what a voice.
4) MAN ROCK: In contrast to the Hankster, I've discovered that listening to AC/DC, Entombed and Slayer makes a pleasing antidote to the mopey shit I listen to the rest of the time.
5) THE PAST: Haven't quite put those ghosts to rest just yet. But I'm working on it!
Just tried to rip a Ben Folds Five CD and my computer is convinced it's Kenny G. Reminds me of that bit in 2001 where he wants HAL to open the pod bay doors. Dave? What are you doing, Dave? Etc. Freaky.
And no matter how hard I try, I just can't stop thinking that Joss Stone is Aretha Franklin minus feeling, presence, charisma, sincerity and all the other things that make her the Queen Of Soul. Plus Joss walks around barefoot all the time like some sort of fucking hippy. And she's posh. Fraud.
Current Mood: Hungover
Current Music: Badly Drawn Boy - Once Around The Block
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10:12 pm
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WE ARE ALL ON DRUGS
As a social experiment I put myself on MySpace and in the words of Ministry's Al Jourgensen, it's more addictive than heroin pussy. Such is the all-conquering power of the 'Space that I am actively considering leaving the shores of livejournal and transferring all bloggage to MySpace. If anyone reading this can think of a good reason why I should stay, leave a comment below and if you talk a good fight, I'll aquiesce. If not, sayanora suckers.
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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Weezer - We Are AllOn Drugs
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04:37 pm
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FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK
It's been nearly two weeks since I've been back, and New York seems like a wonderful but very distant memory in the back of my mind, so much so that writing about it now almost seems pointless.
Nevertheless, I had a blast. New York City is an incredible place; the complete human experience in all its triumph, tragedy and horror squeezed into five boroughs. Although concrete and steel line its streets, make no mistake - it is a living, breathing, beast of a thing, and two weeks didn't do it justice, but I count myself oh so very lucky I was able to see it for that long.
My last days there were filled with drinking, dancing, old friends, new experiences, fireworks (of the literal and metaphorical kind), museums, street plays, sunsets and a very emotional trip to Ground Zero. I've got photos to prove that I saw New York in all her glory, but coming back and fitting into a (occasionally) normal life here in Leicester makes the place seem like it almost wasn't there and I merely dreamed the whole thing.
But I do have pictures, and memories, and messages from some great people to remind me that it was very real and very, very enjoyable. I won't describe what New York is like as you simply have to experience it for yourself. It was a holiday and an adventure all in one and I can tick another item off my to-do list. It's good to be back home and be around the most amazing people in the world (my friends and my parents) and it's fucking great to have been in New York. I return with a spring in my step and a smile on my face, and you can't ask for more than that.
(A fortune teller in the East Village told me I'd be coming back. She also told me some ultra-heavy soap opera shit about what the future holds, but you'll have to wait for me to tell you about it next time I see you)
THE BEST THINGS ABOUT NEW YORK CITY WERE:
a) FOOD: My God. So good. So cheap.
b) STUNNING WOMEN ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE: With so much gawpitude to be had, I'm lucky I didn't get run over.
c) TAP WATER: The drinking water in New York tastes like Evian. Seriously.
d) SHOPPING: The best of everything, everywhere. God bless the exchange rate!
e) THE EAST VILLAGE: Where I'd live, given the choice. It was good enough for Bob Dylan (cue harmonica solo)
f) THE SUBWAY: Clean, cheap, quick, safe and air-conditioned! London Underground take note.
g) CENTRAL PARK: 840 acres of green bliss. Makes all other parks look shit.
THE WORST THINGS ABOUT NEW YORK CITY WERE:
a) THE HEAT: Can't really be helped and I should't moan, but when the world turns into a 95 degree oven for days on end, you learn the true meaning of hell.
b) GETTING SHIT ON MY FINGERS AFTER USING A PAYPHONE: Someone left me a little surprise in the coin return slot. The word you're looking for is "OHGODNOOOOO!"
c) THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH BAD THINGS TO FILL THIS LIST: Well, it's true!
I'd like to thank Matt and Thalia for being absolute superstars while I was in NYC. Between them, they took great care of me and catered for my every (and I really do mean every) need. You guys rock hard. Endless thanks.
And lastly, if anyone reading this feels life is getting them down, I highly recommend they cheer themselves up by watching The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, a masterpiece of psychedelic comedy. Ciao!
"New York, New York, a helluva town!
The Bronx is up and the Battery's down
The people ride in a hole in the ground
New York, New York...it;s a helluva town!"
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Queens Of The Stone Age - In My Head
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09:17 pm
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LEST WE FORGET
As reality gradaully re-asserts itself, it seems inappropriate banging on about my trip when so many people have died during that nastiness in my home town. Updates soon, but for now, respectful silence.
Current Mood:  exhausted
Current Music: none
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12:15 pm
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DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTA
I'm back after a fan-fucking-tastic holiday. Will write a proper post-NYC briefing once I have time. Love ya!
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: None
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07:01 pm
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I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO PUT IN YOU
Oh what a merry swathe I've been cutting in New York over the last couple of days. Last night I experienced my very first NYC gay bar. Whilst it wasn't total fag heaven, it was pretty goddamn gay; fat men in Hawaian shirts singing show tunes in cod-soprano voices and so on. I myself was rocking the scene with 'Teddy Bear' by Elvis Presley and 'I've Gotta Be Me' by Sammy Davis Jr. My rendition of the former earned a high five with some dude who had been singing Britney a few moments previously. Far out.
I attended with my man Matt Presseau's girlfriend's best mate Margaret so we made sure we got a duet in in the shape of Sonny and Cher's 'I Got You Babe'. All in all it was a lorra fun, and there was even some Divine lookalike hosting preceedings. Authentic!
Earlier in the week I made a trip to Coney Island, the birthplace of the Hot Dog (amongst other things). I wolfed one down before doing my best to bring it back up again by riding on the Cyclone, a rickety wooden rollercoaster that, while never exceeding 60mph, still makes you feel like you're going to die. I survived and stumbled off giggling like a madman thanks to a rush of adrenaline and the knowledge that I was still alive. It's just as well Coney Island has the Cyclone, cuz that place is a total shithole.
And of course there was CBGBs. The place is past its prime but it was still a pleasure to see it and the walls seem alive with history. The bands were okay-ish (best of the bunch was The Devil's Spade; kick-arse psychobilly freaks). I drank beer, signed my name in the toilet and went home.
Elsewhere, there's been shopping, books, pizza, beer, gratification and breaking into church grounds at night before getting told off by the cops. Rock n' roll! By the time you read this it will nearly be time to go home. Erk! My mission, then , is to squeeze as much fun as I can into the weekend. Party on dudes.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: None - watching shit Yank telly
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10:19 am
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THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK
The first thing to hit you about New York City is the fact that it's a real place. It isn't just some bejewelled metroplois that only exists in films, tv shows, books, records and photographs. It's a real place! With people and everything!
The second thing to hit you about New York City is the fact that you're there. Even now as I sit typing in a Manhattan apartment, I still can't quite believe it. Every few hours I find myself stopping in the middle of the street, looking around in disbelief and pinching myself before I proceed onward.
So what have I been up to? Since my arrival last Wednesday night I've been drinking in midtown Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Lower East Side, eaten breakfast at Tom's Restaurant (better known as the diner from Sienfeld), been sunbathing in Central Park, gone shopping in SoHo, taken in a sightseeing tour, attended a bachelor party (complete with strippers) upstate, spotted Noel Gallagher and Ice T around town, had my mind blown by the Piccadilly Circus on Acid that is Times Square, flung dollar bills at Go-Go dancers, ridden the Subway in the wee hours, had my fortune told in the East Village (and she had some pretty interesting things to say) and generally been having a ball.
As I write I've got six days left and I can tell they're going to go far too quickly. Today I plan to head for Coney Island to watch the freaks before making my long-awaited musical pilgrimage to CBGBs for a psychobilly night. Yee-haw! In the meantime, I hope you're all well. I'm a very lucky, very happy boy here in the city that never sleeps. Have a nice day!
Current Mood:  bouncy
Current Music: Simon and Garfunkel - The Only Living Boy In New York
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09:19 pm
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SO GOOD THEY NAMED IT TWICE
It's fun here. More soon.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Lemon Jelly - The Staunton Lick
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09:18 am
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START SPREADING THE NEWS
"I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Seein' my prayers going unanswered
I guess the lord must be in New York City
Well here I am Lord
Knocking on your back door
Ain't it wonderful to be
Where I've always wanted to be
For the first time I'll be free
Here in New York City..."
-Harry Nilsson
At long last, Jimmy G does NYC. Stay tuned for the first of several despatches from The Big Apple.
No, I can't believe it either.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Daft Punk - Digital Love
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08:10 pm
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PEOPLE GET READY
I am all alone in the flat. 80 per cent of my friends are all at Stonehenge having the time of their lives. The rest are scattered about the country. I should, in theory, be feeling a bit blue. But I'm not.
Because something amazing is about to happen.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: The Go! Team - Feelgood By Numbers
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08:28 pm
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THE HEAT IS ON
As Ella Fitzgerald once sang, it's too darn hot, and why I'm sitting here drinking tea is anyone's guess. Anyway, the Universe is flowing a bit better now thanks to a trip to the Fanclub on Thurs for 60s tunes, dancing, water and, er, some other stuff.
So earlier in the week I hooked up with some old friends; Geoff Dick, Grant Tasker, Weezer and the Brixton Academy. The Weez were good! They opened with Tired Of Sex which got everyone fired up for ROCK. Plus they played Getchoo (with Brian on vocals) and some other stuff. Although what I've heard off the new album seems pants, the newies they played mixed pretty well with the rest of the set. Much singing along and smiling ensued, even if Geoff MADE me buy him a beer during the encore. The swine.
Elsewhere, I've been re-assesing the past, keeping the place tidy, cutting out unnecessary noise and letting Calexico paint pictures in my head with their wonderful, wonderful music. Went out with Melton police on Friday night as well, but all you need to know about that is if they banned alcohol then I wouldn't mind as long as long as it meant less cunts on the streets at night.
God it's hot.
Current Mood:  hot
Current Music: Hope Sandoval and The Warm Inventions - Charlotte
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04:08 pm
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FINGS AINT WOT THEY USED TO BE
The universe just isn't flowing as it should right now. I've got lots to write but I've made several aborted attempts and it's all led to nuffink. Why I'm actually sitting here typing whilst thinking 'Dude, why am I sitting here typing?" is beyond me. I should just go. Or stay. God I'm conflicted.
If Michael Jackson is innocent, then I'm Tom Fucking Cruise and Katie Holmes loves me so much she wants to change HER name to Tom Fucking Cruise. You heard me.
Current Mood:  confused
Current Music: Kyuss - Supa Scoopa and Mighty Scoop
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05:53 pm
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FROM NASHVILLE TO KENTUCKY
I'm floating between events right now, by which I mean I'm killing time between a dramatic-ish weekend and something BIG on the horizon (and it really is) so until then there's not much a young man needs to share, except to say that the first My Morning Jacket album (The Tennessee Fire) is effortlessly beautiful, even on its 100th listen.
To anyone reading this with reasonable taste in music, to you I say; download 'I Will Be There When You Die' off the aforementioned album and just sit there with your ears wrapped in beauty. When you've finished listening, download the rest of the album just be on the safe side.
If Katie Holmes loves Tom Cruise, then I'm Saddam Fucking Hussein.
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: My Morning Jacket - Its About Twilight Now
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10:32 pm
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IT'S ONLY WORDS
Frequent visitors to my previous website, www.jimmythesaint.blogspot.com, will know that I had a delightful little habit of posting song lyrics when I couldn't be arsed/was too much of a pussy to actually explain what I was feeling at that particular time. I guess it's easier to fob the responsibility for expressing your feelings onto someone else when you feel life is that heavy.
Anyway, I had promised myself that I wouldn't slip into such a bad habit on this site, but the fact of matter is the new Foo Fighters single seems to have been written specifically for me. Shit, even the timing is spot on.
I remember Ro telling me a few months back that she still checks out jimmythesaint, but whether that's the case now, I have no idea. Regardless, some words are just too strong to ignore and when it comes to songs about girls, Dave Grohl has that shit down to a tee. This is how I feel and the following puts it better (and catchier) than I ever could.
"I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I broke loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?"
Ever get the feeling certain parts of your life have been scripted? Songs like that convince me it's the case.
PS By the way, don't worry I'm not moping :)
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Foo Fighters - Best Of You (like, duh!)
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