And the song's called, internet curtains!
[Thanks to
toocool for the Denim CD]
What a week.
I had two business meetings, one of which was a nadir. The less said, the better.
I then had to catch up with the work that didn't happen while I was out of the office...boooooo.
On Tuesday night I saw the Duke Spirit once more. They were pretty good, but I need to have a drink or two to take the edge off a band. I was more critical than I would normally be. I must say that I still prefer their last album to the new one. On the plus side,
Merv and I had a good old laugh when, irony of ironies, a girl near us started complaining bitterly in a loud voice about how loud the guys near us were being. [Put it this way, I couldn't hear the original noise-making guys over her racket.]
The Dukes were supported by Howling Bells, who were pretty poor. They featured a female singer who appeared to be wearing a guitar as a prop, in these post-riot grrrl times you'd hope not to have to see that.
This weekend has been taken up with trawling youtube for
fun stuff and cooking. I also had a glorious night's sleep on Friday, which I have to say made me feel very much better than I have done for ages...
Labels: denim, duke spirit, sleep
The alcohol loves you, while turning you blue
Soundtrack: Soul Train by Swansway; Pale Shelter by Tears for Fears; Party Fears Two by The Associates
It's been a superlative autumn weekend. Friday was blue, clear and warm, as was yesterday, so today we went to Eastbourne to soak up the remainder of the summer before the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is upon us in earnest.
We went to some car boots sales on the way to the seaside, and I managed to pick up a knitted wine bottle cover (a poodle), something that I've always wanted: for all those disguising your wine bottle/keeping your wine warm needs.
Eastbourne is a depressing place. It seemed to have gone downhill somewhat since I was last there, about five or so years ago: the difference really was palpable. No idea what has caused this decline. The town used to have a kind of faded charm about it, but there was none of that this time.
It was great to see the sun, though. My pale face is pink again.
So, Fujiya and Miyagi, well that was a depressingly bad gig. We were so bored, they were just going through the motions, so we left early. What can you do, you have to try these things...the support were like an electro They Might Be Giants (in other words, wacky and shite). Jesus. On the plus side, I liked
the venue.
Duke Spirit next week, thank god. I really hope Leila and the lads don't let me down (sure they won't). I'll have my dancing shoes on, for sure.
Labels: duke spirit, eastbourne
