Archive for June, 2007
I’d like to make a public apology to my lovely dog, Billy.
Yesterday, after I’d been to get a coffee from a local cafe, he looked up at me like, “Can we go to the park now?”
I feel terrible having to tell you this, but my reply was, “We ain’t going just yet, Billy.”
I knew right away that I should’ve said, “We aren’t going just yet, Billy.”
There’s no excuse for an Englishman to be using the word “ain’t” when he’s not singing along to an American-made song containing the word. Unless, of course, you’re an actor on EastEnders.
They played Daydream Nation. It was fantastic. Here’s a bunch of people around the age of 50, playing an album that’s nearly 20 years old, and they still sound fresher, more vital, more now than any of the charlatans that pass for ‘alternative’ rock these days. I can’t remember the last time I went to a concert that gave me that teenage feeling of wanting to be in a rock band, but that’s how I felt last night.
Which is pretty good considering I went to another fantastic show the night before, and, frankly, I’m getting to the age now where two concerts on consecutive nights is a bit much. That was another playing-an-album concert: Lou Reed doing Berlin. Really, how could I not go to that? It was very very good, especially “Sad Song”. Definitely worth seeing if he’s coming to your town.
Last week I travelled to Brussels to see Brian Wilson play on his 65th birthday, and it was kinda shitty. More than likely, it was mainly due to me being a bit snobby and geeky about The Beach Boys’ music, cos the four people I went with all loved it. But for me this show seemed way too packed with the surfin’ and cars songs – all fine songs, of course – but, really, the joy of going to previous Brian Wilson shows was hearing the beautifully complex arrangements of Pet Sounds and Smile, not being stood next to a bunch of middle-aged folks grooving along to “Do You Wanna Dance?”
If that’s what I want, I can go and see one of the crappy Mike Love/Bruce Johnston Beach Boys shows. Maybe I’m just expecting too much, though; wanting to hear the songs that made Brian great, not just the songs that made him rich.
Still, Sonic Youth… they fucking rocked.
Here’s three examples of why I should really leave my camera at home, and free up some pocket space the next time I go to see a concert (top to bottom – SY, Lou, Brian):
I was watching an episode of Prison Break on a web site last night, and noticed that the little blue TV-14 rating box (that US television puts on the screen to make sure the kids aren’t watching a programme with curse words in it) had four legs. I photoshopped out the letters in the box so it looks prettier.
It amused me, anyway…
So, The Sopranos has ended. I spent the entire morning ignoring all my regular bookmarked websites, all those RSS feeds I subscribe to, and got on with illegally downloading it, as I have done with the rest of this final season.
And herein lies a problem with the world wide-ness of the web, and the more staggered nature of TV and movie distribution. I believe that this season hasn’t even started in the UK, I have no idea when the dubbed-into-German version will be on telly over here; yet the US-driven web is already dissecting the (in my opinion, superb) ending.
Maybe HBO make too much money from selling shows like this to foreign TV stations, but it’s all a bit old fashioned, isn’t it? And it makes people like me, who’ll happily go to a bit torrent site and download it, into criminals. I don’t want to do it, but I’ve not really got any choice. I own six Sopranos DVD box sets, and I’ll buy this one when it is released, I just can’t be arsed to avoid some of my favourite websites for the next six months just in case one of them might mention something that happened in the last nine episodes.
I’ve now watched it, and looked at the RSS feeds, and of course, talk of the ending is all over the place. It would have been impossible not to know what was gonna happen.
Oy oy oy, and the people in Darfur think their lives are tough…
You say you want a revolution, well, y’know, we all wanna change the world, but your bedroom isn’t going to clean itself, young man.
It was twenty years ago today, that Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. Most of his army buddies thought he was a pussy, though; messing around with trumpets and stuff while they were out there getting shot at.
In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea. And he told us of his life in the land of submarines. It was okay at first, he said, but after a while it all became a bit claustrophobic.
I’m currently working on a couple of new illustrations for the Observer Music Magazine. Same style as the previous stuff. And it just so happens to coincide with discussions about the possibility of an exhibition of a lot of these (what I refer to as) OMMpops in Paris later this summer. More details about that as and when.
Because it’s been quite a while since I’ve drawn something in this style, I’ve been going through all of my old creations just to get back into the swing of the character style.
It’s quite nice to look back at things you’ve made and realise that you did a pretty good job. So, excuse this Friday afternoon self-glorification, but here’s a bunch of those illustrations that you are less likely to have seen as they weren’t part of the main OMM campaign.
I’ll not tell you who they are supposed to be, other than that the first two are younger and older versions of Elvis Costello.
I guess it’s quite a sweet/pretty/melancholy mix this time.
junemix.mp3 (38’07” 43.8MB)
“Sailing” Christopher Cross / “Great Divide” The Cardigans / “Dance Away” Roxy Music / “On Your Own Again” Scott Walker / “Fog” Radiohead / “Souvenir” Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark / “Smokebelch II” The Sabres of Paradise / “Foreign Country” The Concretes / “Sweet Song” Blur / “Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” The Dream Academy / “Forever” The Beach Boys / “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” Elton John
Hope you enjoy it.
I didn’t realise that the Olympic spirit could be symbolised in such a shockingly ugly way. I dunno who designed it, but who ever signed off on this LDN LYMPX 2012 text message, piece-of-shit logo is a fucking moron.
This is what the media release tells us (when did these things stop being call press releases? is that re-branding, too?):
The new emblem is dynamic, modern and flexible reflecting a brand savvy world where people, especially young people, no longer relate to static logos but respond to a dynamic brand that works with new technology and across traditional and new media networks.
Yeh, grandad! Static logos are for LOSERS! And since when did “brand savvy” become the Olympic ideal? I always kinda liked the idea of people coming together to run races and throw javelins with each other.
Best quote of all comes from Tony Blair:
When people see the new brand, we want them to be inspired to make a positive change in their life.
Fuck. Off. You. Sanctimonious. Cunt.
I need a lie down.