Happy Birthday Ray

Some things are engrained in your psyche during your childhood years - Sinbad, Clash of the Titans, Jason and the Argonauts... Ray H is the dude.

AintitCool article here.

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One of the reasons I love AintitCoolNews, is they put up things like this I'd probably never get to see otherwise...

I cried

yeah yeah yeah. let's get that over with right from the off. The other title for this post was going to be 'We are here to save your evening!' (Pele from the Hives).

Here's the setlist:

Given To Fly, Why Go, Brain Damage (cover), Corduroy, Got Some, Once, World Wide Suicide, Small Town, Amongst The Waves, Even Flow, Unthought Known, Nothing Man, Arms Aloft (cover), Not For You, Of The Earth, State Of Love And Trust, Do The Evolution, Wasted Reprise, Better Man/Save It For Later (cover)

1st encore: Just Breathe, Red Mosquito (feat. Ben Harper), Black, Porch

2nd encore: Go, The Fixer, Alive, Yellow Ledbetter

the weather couldn't have been better. The food and beer was expensive. I bought a T-shirt that I'm putting away for Isaac. The sound was better than I'd expected and aside from a strong rendition of an average Joe Strummer song (I don't care about the Clash, sorry) the set was kind of a greatest hits, and I'm perfectly happy with that - and the new track Of The Earth sounded amazing.

the only real downers were the 5 Heidi Montag sound-a-likes with their clutch bag collection, standing next to us facing the other way and talking to/texting each
other and eyeballing anyone who got too near them. I hope your plane crashes into whatever sun drenched neon lit, Rodeo Drive looking fucking toilet you came here from.

and - to Mr 'I'm a quiet loner who doesn't know one single song lyric yet if anyone tries to walk past me to the front I'll give them proper shit' (but am too much of a pussy to do anything when someone fronts me on it) you enjoy that lonely bus ride back to your mothers basement where your microwave bacon cheeseburger is waiting for you. You bald retard.

anyhooo, that aside the night was more or less perfect. Not going to review it here but will say that there's no band I've seen, ever, who are as tight as those guys. Especially this long into a career. It's all about consistency people.

here's a pic of Ben Harper who rocked the support slot after the Hives had finished, and Ben and Eddie doing Under Pressure from early in Bens set. (Not much I know, but I didn't include in the above list - those people who were filming the whole thing to put on YouTube tomorrow. And I mean the WHOLE thing. Put your cameras down and listen to the tunes - you assholes).

I love everyone really.

Link to Absolute Radio site here.

Quote of the Day

Don't get it right, just get it written.

James Thurber

This is quite lovely

CLICK HERE to see some Cotopaxi Volcano time lapse movies.

From the site: made at altitudes of 3800m and 4500m. Cotopaxi Volcano is very close to the Equator line, explaining why in this time lapse movie the celestial Southern Pole is located on the horizon behind the volcano. The coal sack and Southern Cross are visible above the crater. One can also see the flashlights of climbers going up the glacier.

(fyi - The S.S. Cotopaxi was a tramp steamer named after the Cotopaxi volcano. She sank in December 1925. All 32 crew were lost. In the Special Edition release of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, the Cotopaxi is discovered in the Gobi Desert.)

Quote of the Day

Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
Bertrand Russell

This morning.

This morning was not a good morning.
Sometimes you can go to sleep practicing some kind of yogic ‘glass if half full’ positive energy exercise and still awaken with tears in your eyes.
The hard truth of it is – there is no glass.
The water, or whatever your particular poison happens to be, is held in your mouth.
And there are only 2 options if you feel the need to speak up – spit or swallow.
I came into work where actual half empty glasses of red wine sit along the top of white radiators.
A remnant of something inconsequential, yet of great importance to someone, somewhere.
Today is the longest day of the year.
I had no knowledge of that fact when I opened my eyes at 6am.
The clouds were grey and heavy, the flat being a basement – cold as usual.
So hard to tell what the day will hold after walking out of the front door.
Now the sky is blue.
The radio plays the same 10 songs I listened to last week.
But that’s alright.
Today is going to be the longest day of the year.
All things going to plan.

Just because the sun's out...

Summer lovin

Today is the Summer Solstice - which means someone somewhere, is sitting in the middle of a field with their long dreads under a red gold and green hat - smoking a fatty and staring at the clouds.

The Solstice occurs exactly when the Earth's axial tilt is most inclined towards the sun at its maximum of 23° 26'.

Enjoy it. It's all downhill from here.

On to the next one

 

So that’s STP over with. A good night all in all. When bands come back from a long hiatus with a new album, and/or new sound – the set lists tend to be pretty predictable:

Start with a few tracks off the early records (Vasoline etc)
Slip into the brand new material for a couple of songs
Some mid-era stuff and slowdown (Creep / Sour Girl)
More new stuff followed by the biggest single(s)(Plush)
Encore (I hate encores) of ‘the old track everyone knows they haven’t played yet’(Dead and Bloated)

Anyway, it works for me – and aside from the blonde girl in front with trustafarian dreads tonguing her boyfriend 2 inches from our faces all night – the crowd was mostly cool too.

Monday - bleurgh...

1st day back after a week off – and it feels really odd, like almost jet-lagged. Nothing is goign smoothly and I just spilled a full cup of coffee over my entire desk. Could be the lack of sleep, or it could be having to use my brain and navigate other people on the street for the 1st time in 10 days. It’s a lot of effort.

Looking forward to seeing these guys on Weds night...


And in the meantime I have these 2 (free) EPs to tide me over...

Part VI from Sepulcros De Miel - by Omar Rodriguez Lopez Quartet.


I’ve decided to nickname the How to Destroy Angels, ‘Nine Inch girls’. ‘cause I’m clever.

Lazy Lazy... Lazy

More YouTube - sorry. Still - I was thinking of things I hadn't seen in a while, and these came to mind:


Childhood memories and then some.

Wild Things

Watched this last night:

I liked it but not how I thought I would. It's kind of sad and kind of not - and a bit deep and dark in places, so I was back and forth on how I felt about it, from scene to scene.
By the end I was into it and really liked the whole thing overall. It's one of those flicks that you probably wouldn't feel the need to watch twice though.

Orgone Motor

I had a dream about this painting last night:
Can't remember it though. Annoying.
http://www.laffoley.com

Drinking coffee doesn't make you more alert

Oh Balls...

'zzzzew'

Geeks of Doom have taken the time to break down the evolution of our favorite Star Wars weapon.