a disastrous weekend of football with some good in the rugby (still, 5 down at York and blatantly not caring yielded COME ON CHRIS YOU CAN GO GET PISSED AFTER THIS) interspersed with maths.
maths, that's right (and not just that i recently rewatched Pi), because all the churches in Indiana seem to have the sweep and the shape of Eero Saarinen.
beautiful.
the tall cornfields line off into the distance, perfect geometry, and the Frank Lloyd Wright Prairie Style commingles with the buzz of the cicadas, the hum of feedback and the brutal sun baking down hot.
well then
oh, i must admit i don't download but i always pay attention to Tom [&, well, do get to know].
ETA:
fuck me, Stelfox in the Telegraph.
awesome
{via The Rambler}.
Friday, 16 September 2005
so i was browsing the soul and funk and jazz and techno and oddities and polka (man, you should have seen some of those) and comedy and indie sections of this record store the other day, and eventually found the rap.
i was lingering over some Jedi Mind Tricks singles i'd never seen before when the girl behind the counter started chatting to me about them.
eventually we got onto the subject of how i appreciate 'Vexed' is a track on the American release of Dizzee's debut album (this is in Chicago).
she was saying how small he was and how little he looks when she's seen him, and i started proselytising about Roll Deep. she told me how when she'd seen Mike Skinner he was so wasted he just collapsed on stage and was fucking about. good lad.
but the punchline is that she'd recently seen Lady Sovereign over here in the Windy City.
i asked her what she thought of that gig.
her reply?
fucking awesome.
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re. this top thread started by Ingram about '24' (Dennis Hopper accent king) i am now wuvving Pearsall even more than usual because he says The best American tv show of recent years has been 'The Wire'.
how i heart Bawlmer' 'tec shows, how i do!!
-
to end on a deadly serious note, Nick Paton Walsh's Chechen dispatch here ends with the utterly chilling "Basayev is like a dog on a leash. Eventually he will get agitated and bite".
i bet i'm not the only reader to be stopped in their tracks by that today.
i was lingering over some Jedi Mind Tricks singles i'd never seen before when the girl behind the counter started chatting to me about them.
eventually we got onto the subject of how i appreciate 'Vexed' is a track on the American release of Dizzee's debut album (this is in Chicago).
she was saying how small he was and how little he looks when she's seen him, and i started proselytising about Roll Deep. she told me how when she'd seen Mike Skinner he was so wasted he just collapsed on stage and was fucking about. good lad.
but the punchline is that she'd recently seen Lady Sovereign over here in the Windy City.
i asked her what she thought of that gig.
her reply?
fucking awesome.
+
re. this top thread started by Ingram about '24' (Dennis Hopper accent king) i am now wuvving Pearsall even more than usual because he says The best American tv show of recent years has been 'The Wire'.
how i heart Bawlmer' 'tec shows, how i do!!
-
to end on a deadly serious note, Nick Paton Walsh's Chechen dispatch here ends with the utterly chilling "Basayev is like a dog on a leash. Eventually he will get agitated and bite".
i bet i'm not the only reader to be stopped in their tracks by that today.
Thursday, 15 September 2005
about a year ago, my dad found his cousin, dead, at his home. cousin John lived with another chap, but he was on holiday in France at the time.
anyway, one thing the old man got out of all this was a watch that John used to wear.
apparently it's been keeping perfect time, doing very nicely (the old fella is a delivery driver of parts for the Ford motor company, so he certainly needs a watch).
on the morning of the 7th of this month the other week (the day John's body was found in 2004) my father's wristwatch started going haywire. it kept keeping really bad time and going forward two hours. my dad would keep resetting it but it kept going forward two hours and whizzing about. ma and pa decided they would take it to a H Samuels, the watch and bling people, and ask someone who knows about watches to fix it.
well, on the morning of the 8th the other week, my father gets up and the watch is back to keeping perfect time.
and it's been fine since then again.
weird huh.
anyway, one thing the old man got out of all this was a watch that John used to wear.
apparently it's been keeping perfect time, doing very nicely (the old fella is a delivery driver of parts for the Ford motor company, so he certainly needs a watch).
on the morning of the 7th of this month the other week (the day John's body was found in 2004) my father's wristwatch started going haywire. it kept keeping really bad time and going forward two hours. my dad would keep resetting it but it kept going forward two hours and whizzing about. ma and pa decided they would take it to a H Samuels, the watch and bling people, and ask someone who knows about watches to fix it.
well, on the morning of the 8th the other week, my father gets up and the watch is back to keeping perfect time.
and it's been fine since then again.
weird huh.
Friday, 9 September 2005
the following club listing from a very recent edition of Time Out Chicago (issue number twenty six: bless!!)
"...explores that shady territory between soul...and Broken Beat that sounds a bit like what's hot in West London right about now."
[my emphasis]
am i being ignorant here or is the dating of this piece not, uh, about two or so years outta it??
"...explores that shady territory between soul...and Broken Beat that sounds a bit like what's hot in West London right about now."
[my emphasis]
am i being ignorant here or is the dating of this piece not, uh, about two or so years outta it??
Wednesday, 7 September 2005
me personally, i've only been to New Orleans once. i spent a couple of nights there, in late December 2002 (and one morning breakfasting on incredible biscuits and gravy and grits in Jackson, Miss. en-route).
the river was big and brown, and looked like chocolate. it was magnificent.
i spent a lot of time walking around the French Quarter and admiring everything. there were some interesting street artists. music was in the air all around, and it was like all great cities in that life was being lived on the street, and people were noisily dancing and hollering and the like. it was so hot.
it was the first time i ate catfish po'boys. i ate catfish a few days running, from a little sandwich shop near downtown, from some booth near the aquarium, from some place. that was awesome.
here's a recipe.
the river was big and brown, and looked like chocolate. it was magnificent.
i spent a lot of time walking around the French Quarter and admiring everything. there were some interesting street artists. music was in the air all around, and it was like all great cities in that life was being lived on the street, and people were noisily dancing and hollering and the like. it was so hot.
it was the first time i ate catfish po'boys. i ate catfish a few days running, from a little sandwich shop near downtown, from some booth near the aquarium, from some place. that was awesome.
here's a recipe.
Wednesday, 24 August 2005
didn't see any pictures from Stadium of Light {Wearside edition} last night - was watching the collection of acrobatic set pieces that is Blade II with friends instead [and feasting on rainbow-paper wrapped chicken, prawn dumplings and a sliced pork ruby]; vampiric Luke Goss leading an army of Richard O'Brien clones through the sewers of a dystopian central European city = must be a joke there somewhere - so unsure if that lump Sinclair could possibly celebrate like Andy Cole did on Saturday in Birmingham, but anyway, did you see Cole?
gurning, like a tic or a leap of the mouth, just whooping it up = COOL AS FUCK
gurning, like a tic or a leap of the mouth, just whooping it up = COOL AS FUCK
Monday, 22 August 2005
Thursday, 18 August 2005
reviewing some compilation of regional-specific tunes in a local magazine there was the phrase "think braindance on a budget".
is it just me or is that lame [much like the New Brand Flex ripping of Westwood once Si SDC mentioned, where one DJ is denying any responsibility for calling Tim, whilst the other slags him off to high heaven]?
not perhaps as lame as a rather dumb whinge about dancehall, of which possibly more on that later here...
is it just me or is that lame [much like the New Brand Flex ripping of Westwood once Si SDC mentioned, where one DJ is denying any responsibility for calling Tim, whilst the other slags him off to high heaven]?
not perhaps as lame as a rather dumb whinge about dancehall, of which possibly more on that later here...
Wednesday, 17 August 2005
Reynolds mentioned this the other day but i saw an advert, right, for some August bankholiday weekend bash in town (Mcr city centre) at the admirable Sankeys club - or it was affiliated to them, it's one of these warehouse parties {Carl Cox etc} - and i'm sure James Zabiela was a flagged-up name.
i know what he means, it's a functional death of imagination thing in the regional dance press, anything that comes along gets clapped at uncritically in my experience, which is not an ideal starting point for a forum.
i know what he means, it's a functional death of imagination thing in the regional dance press, anything that comes along gets clapped at uncritically in my experience, which is not an ideal starting point for a forum.
Thursday, 11 August 2005
Tuesday, 2 August 2005
i'll piss off my mate Steyn (sorry Mark! P.S. the cannoli was excellent, thanks) saying this, but Robert Fisk has a good article today in his Indy about the passing of King Fahd.
the first few lines, free, here.
i only skimread it, but nice touch in again calling Iran [& Saudi Arabia] a necrocracy.
elsewhere, although Dick Bentley is trying to make a good point, he ends up reading - truth? - like a, frankly, blase twat: this particularly due to his second bracketed aside and what comes immediately before those brackets.
D +
the first few lines, free, here.
i only skimread it, but nice touch in again calling Iran [& Saudi Arabia] a necrocracy.
elsewhere, although Dick Bentley is trying to make a good point, he ends up reading - truth? - like a, frankly, blase twat: this particularly due to his second bracketed aside and what comes immediately before those brackets.
D +
Thursday, 14 July 2005
given the Rev ARP's groovy swoon-in with 'my pal Vlad' {Blair and Putin is like Pete and Dud, except neither of the first pair have ever had their heads chopped off by a youthful [pre-incitement to religious hatred!!] Rowan Atkinson} can anybody predict how much notice Tone will take of HRW here?
Monday, 11 July 2005
Tuesday, 5 July 2005
i only found out a few days ago that J Da Flex has a show on the BBC.
and 1xtra have a dedicated soca programme!
clearly i need to procure digital radio; i've been informed Argos will do you for about 30 notes, or i could try and rob something.
yes, might do that.
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little dog's day is never less than first-rate, of course, but recently it's been really firing.
all the Glasto stuff and writing about anything he's seen on tv are first class, but the posts about haircuts & sweeping statements were something else.
+
i think Jess has the best tee shirt slogan in that style, above any other similar wheezes.
anyway.
+
and a good day for the guardian today, principally pivoting on the fact there are four letters [these] abusing the risible John Vidal.
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the place where i work - their being shitheads - blocks the British Library website.
why?
"Reason for restriction: Forbidden Category "Cultural Institutions"
yes that's right.
and 1xtra have a dedicated soca programme!
clearly i need to procure digital radio; i've been informed Argos will do you for about 30 notes, or i could try and rob something.
yes, might do that.
+
little dog's day is never less than first-rate, of course, but recently it's been really firing.
all the Glasto stuff and writing about anything he's seen on tv are first class, but the posts about haircuts & sweeping statements were something else.
+
i think Jess has the best tee shirt slogan in that style, above any other similar wheezes.
anyway.
+
and a good day for the guardian today, principally pivoting on the fact there are four letters [these] abusing the risible John Vidal.
+
the place where i work - their being shitheads - blocks the British Library website.
why?
"Reason for restriction: Forbidden Category "Cultural Institutions"
yes that's right.
Sunday, 3 July 2005
a pal of mine works in Birmingham Central Library. he recently found the following written on the front cover of a newspaper magazine [as he put it “The Shocking Truth revealed: The World’s only Daily Express Reading Rasta!”]
KING GAD JAH RASTAFARI I, the WORD/GOD In UR CONSCIENCE permanently
Inside UR RIB CAGE, on UR left, inside UR blood Pumping BEATING HEART forever 4ever
Inbtw ur thoughs
In UR thinking mind
In UR HEAD
KING GAD JAH RASTAFARI I, the WORD/GOD In UR CONSCIENCE permanently
Inside UR RIB CAGE, on UR left, inside UR blood Pumping BEATING HEART forever 4ever
Inbtw ur thoughs
In UR thinking mind
In UR HEAD
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