26
April 06
[this week index]
Lord Fuxley
VARK!!!!!
Bejaysus, as the Irish ancestors say, it’s spring and everything’s spinning out...
Gigging with Deadman before May 4 wasn’t in our plan, but opportunity knocked, and ZE RESULTS WERE FFERRY INTERRESSTING:
Turned up, felt smallish, spoke to idiot. Listened to other band soundcheck unwarranted quantity of kit. Killer Jules turned up, made us feel a bit better.
Faffed, trying to put off sans-Deadman (who was working till about five minutes before we took the stage) soundcheck for as long as possible. Gave in, stumbled through some song fragments, gave up.
Deadman arrived! Expectation built. No fear.
Took the stage, played brief ‘Criminal Mastermind’ intro as substitute soundcheck with Deadman, oh yus. The power is there.
‘Lie Detector’, sounding fabulous. ‘Sad Sally’. Apart from slight guitar ballsup, we are ON SHITTING FIRE in my opinion.
We play our best ever ‘Criminal Mastermind’. Crowd appears rapt and stunned; serious atmosphere is building. I begin ‘Just Keep Coming’. I can see someone in the audience utterly taken over by the guitar klang. It is fun feeling that level of power over someone’s physical presence. Finally they have given in to us; they are EXCITED; some of them UNDERSTAND. We give them ‘We The Lonely Ones’ at the mystical correct tempo, and many of them enter the trance.
We finish, we are queens and kings. We eat double egg chips and beans at the Brighton Bystander and go home.
Listening to:
‘Under The Skin’
‘Lie Detector’, which has killed me
The Smiths, lots of, esp ‘Half A Person’
LOOK LOOK (dancing boys), wonderful 4track demo thingy from Maidstone
Mit sound good also
And I had a listen to Morrissey’s new album. I am not a fan of his, and indeed he has not managed a memorable melody anywhere, but the album was pleasanter to listen to than I imagined, probably because of Tony Visconti’s production which is... delightful in many places
Reading:
Bollocks To Alton Towers: Uncommonly British Days Out
Three pages of Dominique Laporte’s History of Shit
Watching:
The Constant Gardener (very good indeed)
Doctor ‘Oo (pants)
T’Apprentice, obv
The Faculty again
Snooker, to my perpetual disappointment. It’s rubbish this year!
Not watching:
Villareal v Arsenal. DAMN WORK!
Feeling:
Extraordinary tired. There’s a damn schedule to keep and it’s killing me. But ‘appy, from time to time.
earlier posts
25 April 06 An
unfeasible amount of vegetables in cheese...
21
April 06 Four
hours later we were in Scarborough...
20 April 06 Interfrastically
digestible musings of doom...
11 April 06 Escalator
gustovator Wednesday-waiter...
10 April 06 I
can see my carpet! It's beige!...
24 March 06 LOOK
LOOK dancing Swampeyes...
2 March 06 Pummelled
by a novice for four pounds...
2 March 06 Cinnamony
imbecilic Mappy Pong arcadia...
2 March 06 Get
him real drunk, make him dance...
12 February 06 But what is the value of x?...
24 January 06
Drunkenness,
vomiting and 69...
15 January 06 Candlesticks
buffed, underlings nobbed...
10 January 06 Fencing,
pipe-smoking and procrastination...
10 January 06 High-pitched,
mid-volume screaming...
4 January 06 Awkward
midriff, shaven headed and dandy...
20 December 05
All
I want for Christmas, says Heidi, is...
16 December 05 Officials,
pleasantries, obituaries...
9 December 05 Shitdisco,
Depravikazi and too much cheese...
8 December 05 Happy
face or sad face? Damn variety!...
30 November 05
Stars
and sequins twinkling as you tinkle...
29 November 05 A
little Poe and an alarmingly fabulous time...
22 November 05 Geoffrey
and Geoffrey's boyfriend...
21 November 05 Vaginatron,
Test-Icicles and contraction...
2 November 05 'What
kind of high school stereotype are you?'...
26 October 05
Lengthy
ignorance of brief garden appeased...
26 October 05 Jesus.
Forced change is a right fucker...
26 October 05 The
systematic pilfering of my wardrobe items...
26 October 05 Unfortunate
breakage, pure filth and Buffy...
12 October 05 "OI'LL
KICK YER COHNT IN", etcetera...
10 October 05 Repopulated
by a bunch of unpalatable goths...
5 October 05 I
didn't know eyes could bear such sadness...
4 October 05 Nostalgic-optimistic-romantic
tragical-comical-...
27 September 05
Peach
schnapps/morse code machine...
19 September 05
Extra-head
paranoic engine drives fallacy...
14 September 05
Buggery
in oil, magician's box, foreign gent...
12 September 05
Soul-sapping
image capture, DJ Scotch Egg...
1 September 05 'Rhinoceros',
Camber Sands, vain hope...
26 August 05
Valpolicella-quaffing
Satanic Barbie, scones...
22 August 05 Fine
lines, icy bruises, Chris Isaak, absence...
18 August 05 Bruises
of a sick canary hue. And Soft Cell...
14 August 05 Bile,
breakdancing, barely controlled rage...
6 August 05 Moss-moist
eyes, Roman Holiday and ringing...
27 July 05 Begging,
borrowing and stealing. And gowns...
22 July 05 Tris's
"You're Generally Indie" quiz result...
21 July 05 Test-Icicles,
overeducated rightwing baboon...
20 July 05 Buffalo
66, red shoes and a new frock...
12 July 05 Diversions,
hair conditioner, pots of tea and idiots...
1 July 05 Angela
Carter, exotic fruits and pink person-stripes...
29 June 05 Dresden
Dolls, Tori Amos, enticing flatmate...
28 June 05 Welly
welding, ghost trains, vaginas, bitching...
16 June 05 Posh
biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin
Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies
jabs and the History of Western Philosophy...