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when touring goes right 22 April 08
that blonde redhead tour was the most inspiring tour that we’ve ever done.
thanks to everyone who came out to watch us, and thankyou to kazu, amedeo and simone.
devs x
oh, britney.... 7 January 08
i must confess a total fascination with celebrity meltdown. i guess most people would probably hold a similar fascination. perhaps it’s because it allows you to judge those whom normally you may consider ‘beyond judgement’, or maybe it’s just a vicarious thrill – i dunno – but this latest shit with britney has got me on the edge of my seat.
as much as i would like her to be ok and get herself together etc, i would also love little more than to see her in some OJ style car chase through malibu, brandishing a pistol and spewing bile at the TV crews and police.
it’s totally playing out like the classic american tale of the dizzying heights of fame and excess, and i’m all sucked in.
the interesting thing though is her old snugglin’ partner, herr timberlake – who, try as he might, cannot put a foot wrong in life. i don’t know if he has publicly come forward to support britney or whatever – he probably has – but i would love to know his thoughts on the fact that the further britney falls, the higher he climbs.
two ex-mickey mouse club kids (what more perfect symbol of america?) and their seperate, yet intrinsically linked paths.
sometimes i think the CIA is behind all this.
it’ll make the best movie ever.
go britney,
cs xx
a nice (tho' uncredited) poem 7 January 08
i was looking thru some old photos earlier today, and saw a photo that i had taken of a poem which was on the wall at a lovely old pub on a cliff-top in myrtleville, ireland.
the guy had signed it, but his penmanship is that so i cannot make it out, so it will have to be a mystery.
anyway, it’s quite nice, so here it is..
now, we’re a rootin’ tootin’ Rock Band, so no more poetry posts from us.
‘dispersal’
When I am finally
burned to a crisp,
pounded to a fine ash by steam-hammers
and scattered from south-facing cliffs
over a disconsolate sea,
I would hope
that at least one fundamental particle
of my being could occasionally recycle
to the sunlit shallows below Myrtleville,
there to swirl playfully
around your thousand year old feet
is anyone,.... 27 December 07
else feeling unjoyous/unfestive,...
wishing you a Happy New Year anyway.
love from us xo.
liars + HTRK 16 November 07
make sure you don’t miss them if you’re living in the europa or the uk.
awesome bill, and both bands are on fire.
for reals,
cs x
depressing? a right of reply... 24 September 07
there comes a peculiar time after one’s album is released, where even the most steely non-caring types will be tempted to google themselves, along with the title of their album, to see what folks are saying.
it’s a dreadful thing to do, but very, very tempting, especially after you’ve worked long and hard at creating your little work of art. naturally you want people to like it.
and it’s great when they do like it – and when they don’t, you just shrug yr shoulders. but what kind of sucks is when people miss the point entirely.
i bring this up as i have noticed that some of our scribbling friends out there seem to find ‘yes, u’ a depressing work. it was definitely not intended as such. naturally music affects people in different ways, but this is one thing i just don’t get.
true – there are minor keys involved, there is a violin one one song (!), and we’re not generally singing about how great that bees are, but this isn’t the work of three misery-gutted wallowers.
except for ‘the saddest sound’ which i will concede is pretty depressing.
i see this record in a very different way. it’s kind of intended as a more experimental, stark, vaguely sci-fi record, with a kind of murky funk undertone. the lyrics are predominantly hopeful, and reflect being in love – not being ‘out of love’.
i really have to wonder what else these people find depressing. perhaps unless it’s the arcade fire tootling away in an anthemic manner, these people are going to get teary. where’s yr backbone, chaps? did your mothers cuddle you too much as young whippersnappers?
anyway, as i said, everyone is going to take things in the way that they take them. that’s good.
but you’re still wrong. it’s not depressing.
it’s AWESOME.
lava,
cs xx
ps – earlier on today i witnessed a wasp flying into the mouth of a posh, middle-aged london lady. it truly was a sight to see. lots of flapping.
i want to live in guy bourdin world 4 September 07
fabric vs fantasy 1 September 07
hey,
saw m.i.a at fabric last night (thanks dana)
fabric, for those of you who don’t know it, (as i didn’t) is some kind of ‘super-club’. i don’t really know what that means, except to say that it’s fucking huge and has a very, very good sound system.
m.i.a was great an’ all, but the crowd of slightly aggressive beer-swilling party boys was a little hard to take. but that’s not really her fault.
i was talking to my wife about how i love the idea and concept of nightclubs, but the reality of them always leaves me feeling kind of shit.
if i were to imagine a perfect club, it’d be all low lit, super plush, spacious (but not stupidly so), and they’d play all that super-slow narcotic kind of disco, like all that chromatics/glass candy stuff as well as kraut-y stuff and grace jones and hall and oates, and gen’rally keep it smooth.
but not bangin’.
the women would all look like roxy music cover models and would glare at you initially, but then take you to the toilets (lots of mirrors of course) and ravage you mercilessly.
after which you’d pop out onto the (lit from beneath) dancefloor to cut a rug at 33 rpm.
and then go to the toilet again.
anyway, i realise that this is a pipe dream. that NYC had this kinda deal stitched up in the late 70’s/early 80’s, but for fuck’s sake, can’t there just be one club like this in london?
or will we have to make it ourselves…
a few years ago we played several times at a club in berlin called ‘the big eden’ which was the closest thing i’ve come to my aforementioned fantasy. it was owned by a septegenarian guy named rolf eden, who seemed like a german hugh hefner type. there were pictures behind the bar of james brown and paul mccartney arm in arm pouring drinks, smiling broadly. unity.
it also had a big red make-out room which was pretty great.
sadly i think the club is no longer, or if it is, it isn’t being used for cool purposes.
anyway, fabric was alright, m.i.a was great, but i’d far prefer to indulge my own imaginings for now.
cs x
feeling sub-par? 24 August 07
i implore you to search the interwebs for a song called ‘seabird’ by the alessi brothers. i think they were some kind of hit songwriting team in the late 70’s, and apparently came up with a diet coke jingle.
great!
anyway, we all got obsessed with this song a few months ago, and i just dug it out tonight after having banished it to the ‘too many plays’ basket, and it immediately makes everything better.
i am seriously considering having an mp3 blog part of this website, where we can share stuff that we’ve been pinching off other peoples infinitely cooler blogs.
and pass it off as our own.
in the meantime go to www.bumrocks.com
nighty night,
cs/devs xx