Friday, 30 September 2011

222 Words.

I think it’s better to say something stupid in the spur of the moment and not regret saying it than to not say anything and feel stupid because of it. Does that make sense?

If he likes post-punk as much as he likes posting letters, you’re onto a winner.

I don’t give a shit if you can talk the talk as long as you can walk the walk. With me.

Top Tip. If you’re one of those rude people who sit down on the aisle seat of the bus with your bag on the
seat next to you, clearly indicating that you don’t want anyone sitting there, I will make a point of sitting right next to you.

Bus aisle sitters with seat baggage, get some manners!

Once you cross that line, you cannot go back. So cherish what you have and don’t always want more.

Once you cross that line, you might discover that that’s what you always wanted.

Life is a fine balancing act.

Like my mum says (and this is a terrible German-to-English translation) – a sparrow in your hand is better than a dove on your roof.

I think I’m too impatient for the ‘Long Game’. I think I’m more into the ‘Life’s-Too-Short-Game’.

This I couldn’t say it any better.

I love you and I hope you’re happy. 

Sunday, 25 September 2011

What's My Type Again?

Oh boy, I just realised that my last THREE posts have been about music and not boys, what is the world coming to? Damn. But fear not my dearest readers, I’m back with a post about ‘types’ and why they don’t actually work. At least not for me and not in real life.

My type? Short story. I always have the same type. Skinny, pale, shy, introvert, slightly ill-looking, music-obsessed, arty indie boy, who probably suffers from Aspergers Syndrome and who I most probably (actually 100%) scare the shit out of with my loud mouth and loud personality.

But hey what can you do, eh? We all try and we all fail. But then I had an epiphany. Well sort of. My type is the most incompatible type of guy for me. My type is the exact opposite of me. I mean maybe it’s a protection mechanism but ultimately my ‘type’ also seems to be my most unsuitable type. I always fancy the kind of guy who least fancies me. Then I thought, is it the challenge, is it the rejection? But maybe it’s neither of them; maybe it just means that I should judge less on first looks and more on second thoughts. Sorry, cheesy sentence alert!

Anyway, I digress, what this post is supposed to be about is the realisation that types are superficial bullshit and that in reality anybody who’s got a face and a personality can become my type. It’s about who you can have a laugh with and who you can tell all your boring life stories to whilst feeling comfortable rather than who makes you so nervous that can only sneakily look at them and blush straight away when they catch you.

Instant attraction is easy, it’s like a thunderstorm, but a thunderstorm brings with it a lot of tension and force. Real feelings grow out of understanding all the little flaws, which takes time and effort, but rewards with trust and ultimately trust is more important than ‘type’. Word.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Flashguns - Passions of a Different Kind

Quite liking Flashguns at the moment. First fell in love with them when I heard debut single ‘Locarno’ which was equally tender and abrasive, bit Maccabees, bit marching band. Then came ‘Bells at Midnight’, which is a bona-fide indie hit and confirmed my belief that Flashguns have a knack for major melodies. 

Now the Brighton boys are finally releasing their full-length debut 'Passions Of A Different Kind' and the eponymous single is another euphoric pow-wow of big choruses and bigger chords. Not sure what to make of the video yet, but let’s sincerely hope singer Sam Felix Johnston’s passion is more than camping with the boys and walking the dog.

Anyway, Flashguns's debut is out on the 17th October through Rough Trade. Enjoy!

P.S. Thanks to Ollie from TopButton Digital for sending me the album. Good stuff!

Monday, 19 September 2011

Waters - Out In The Light

After the demise of Port O’Brien last year, Van Pierszalowski moved to Oslo, Norway, before spending time visiting Alaska, California, and New York. Then he came up with WATERS. Good on him. Scruffy, rambunctious, catchy, loud, fragile, honest, playful, energetic and simply brilliant, his debut ‘Out In The Light’ already is one of my top albums of 2011. And we all know that I love making album lists

WATERS - Out In The Light ALBUM PROMO from WATERS on Vimeo.

Literally love every single song on the album, which you can stream here and I can highly recommend it! Boom.

Friday, 16 September 2011

Happy Songs.

Basically, on a day with a hangover from hell, this stuff guarantees to get me into happy zone. Enjoy (my terrible music taste).

Monday, 12 September 2011

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Art and Stuff.

Mathew Sawyer has got an exhibition going on at Rokeby Gallery. He's one talented dude. You can read about the show here, too.

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Music Post

Some of this shit blows my mind right now.

Waters. Fucking love this. Boomtown. Come and see them on the 13th September here
Massively hyped show, check this


I know I am too late on this. I don’t care.

This is fresh. Best tune on the album.

This is still one of the best. Like ever.

The J-Word

Tavi wrote this thing for Rookie magazine and it's good. Read it.  

Saturday, 3 September 2011

138 Words

It’s not about who you wanna spend Friday night with, it’s about who you wanna spend all day Saturday with.

If you’re really looking for strange experiences in life, go to Tesco on Old Kent Road. Trust me. 

Life is a fine balancing act between impatient impulses and knowing better. Impatient impulses make life interesting though.

If real men don’t cry, then real women don’t get their period. You get me?

If you are okay with being a man who cries, check this out.

It’s the smallest gestures that are going to make the biggest difference.

The older we get the more careful we are about whom to let into our strange little universe. Surrounding yourself with people you like will make you like yourself more.

Liking people is the new black. Only good people though.