I'm going to be angry again. I've decided I'm so utterly fucked off by people these days, and the only way to get back a sense of 'person' is to get it all out.
Fuck you! No fucking more, you vile, worthless piece of skin.
It's all about other people though, isn't it? (Yes) I am so sick of this 'pat on the back' musical culture. Last night I had the chance to go and see some bands, but I didn't because I'd still be digging the hole to put the bodies in this morning.
I'm at six's and seven's with other peoples self worth. Then they say this...
"We are the best and most talented band to ever come out of this valley"
Without any sarcasm.
Say what you little fucker? How dare you have the gall to disrespect everything that has come before you with such a preposterous, ANGER-inducing statement. Cunt.
You will never better the people who came before you, it's because of those people you have a place to play. I'm not talking about me and my friends; I'm talking about the Pilotfish's, the Sserotonin's, the Wiccaman's, the Squeezebox's. You think that your shitty, fucking keyboard-friendly-girls-dancing-scene-bopping-16-17 year old filth betters this.
You will be gone in the blink of an eye you cunt. People won't remember your songs when they've grown older and had children. They'll never make a fucking film about you.
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
In Memory
I'm writing with a heavy heart, the phone rang this morning and the voice told me my uncle had died.
I'm going to come to terms with it in my own time, he was everything to me.
He was diagnosed with Motor Neurone only last week, I'm thankful that he didn't have to go to the depths of suffering assosciated with that horrible disease. He had made his peace, he didn't have the strength to fight that.
To try and capture in words what he meant to me would be a useless exercise, I cannot describe the love I had for him. He was caring, kind, supportive and a gentleman. There is a hole now, there is a hole.
A memory I hold dear was the night we took our families over to The Pop Factory when my old band The Firebrand were playing a battle of the bands. My Uncle and Auntie stuck out like sore thumbs, so much so that a drunken teenager staggered over and said, 'I'm not being rude, but what are you doing here?!'. Upon being told they were supporting one of the bands he shook their hands and gave my Auntie a kiss. Later on in the night, my Uncle was waiting at the bar where the queue was about six deep and that same boy that had asked him what he was doing there saw him and opened up the queue, telling everyone, 'C'mon boys have some respect!' just so my Uncle didn't have to wait around.
I am going to miss him everyday.
April 14th, 2009: The day my world crashed down around me.
God bless Raymond Luker.
I'm going to come to terms with it in my own time, he was everything to me.
He was diagnosed with Motor Neurone only last week, I'm thankful that he didn't have to go to the depths of suffering assosciated with that horrible disease. He had made his peace, he didn't have the strength to fight that.
To try and capture in words what he meant to me would be a useless exercise, I cannot describe the love I had for him. He was caring, kind, supportive and a gentleman. There is a hole now, there is a hole.
A memory I hold dear was the night we took our families over to The Pop Factory when my old band The Firebrand were playing a battle of the bands. My Uncle and Auntie stuck out like sore thumbs, so much so that a drunken teenager staggered over and said, 'I'm not being rude, but what are you doing here?!'. Upon being told they were supporting one of the bands he shook their hands and gave my Auntie a kiss. Later on in the night, my Uncle was waiting at the bar where the queue was about six deep and that same boy that had asked him what he was doing there saw him and opened up the queue, telling everyone, 'C'mon boys have some respect!' just so my Uncle didn't have to wait around.
I am going to miss him everyday.
April 14th, 2009: The day my world crashed down around me.
God bless Raymond Luker.
Friday, 20 March 2009
EASTERN BLOC WINTER
Sounds serious? That's because it is.
"We're angry people, and it's the perfect time to be angry.
We are poets, hungry mouths and bleeding hearts.
One night stands and two day parties
Listening to our old friends fuck through the walls.
So it's the perfect time to be angry.
Just don't hate me, alright?
I'm not leaving the house.
Indian Summers and Easten Bloc Winters.
Indian Summers and Eastern Bloc Winters.
Keep warm by burning your diaries, your old books
And your photographs.
We can run away and find spring on the other side of the world..."
9/9/9.
"We're angry people, and it's the perfect time to be angry.
We are poets, hungry mouths and bleeding hearts.
One night stands and two day parties
Listening to our old friends fuck through the walls.
So it's the perfect time to be angry.
Just don't hate me, alright?
I'm not leaving the house.
Indian Summers and Easten Bloc Winters.
Indian Summers and Eastern Bloc Winters.
Keep warm by burning your diaries, your old books
And your photographs.
We can run away and find spring on the other side of the world..."
9/9/9.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Clay Statues: My Bush In The Life Of Ghosts
The machine rolls on.
We're picking up the pieces of Clay (Statues), and getting our hides in gear to record.
Songs are written, i've been looking at cover art, i even have a title...
DUN-DUN-DUN!!!
'Eastern Bloc Winter'
It's not a jokey title, we went through loads of silly titles for it but this was a lyric from a song that may or may not go on the EP. I liked it, it gave me a sense of something, to me it was 'one of those' titles. I am in love with it.
We've also got a new song ready, the first 'properly written' new song since The Colossus. It's called 'Home' and it's angry as fuck. I find the only time i get properly angry in song-form is when i'm singing about Aberdare. It's a love/hate relationship it seems.
We're gonna get that into the set for out run of gigs in March/April, I can't wait to get out and gig again. It's been a month now, and somtimes I feel like i'm going to go out of my head with the type of anger that can only be banished by standing on a stage and shouting at strangers.
We've also got a party on the go for Mavis' birthday, we've roped in our favourite bands: Henry's Funeral Shoe, The Nukes and Sicknote. These are the bands I couldn't live without, they're mates as well as peers. It's gonna be amazing stepping up to that challenge.
All Hail Rock And Roll!!
We're picking up the pieces of Clay (Statues), and getting our hides in gear to record.
Songs are written, i've been looking at cover art, i even have a title...
DUN-DUN-DUN!!!
'Eastern Bloc Winter'
It's not a jokey title, we went through loads of silly titles for it but this was a lyric from a song that may or may not go on the EP. I liked it, it gave me a sense of something, to me it was 'one of those' titles. I am in love with it.
We've also got a new song ready, the first 'properly written' new song since The Colossus. It's called 'Home' and it's angry as fuck. I find the only time i get properly angry in song-form is when i'm singing about Aberdare. It's a love/hate relationship it seems.
We're gonna get that into the set for out run of gigs in March/April, I can't wait to get out and gig again. It's been a month now, and somtimes I feel like i'm going to go out of my head with the type of anger that can only be banished by standing on a stage and shouting at strangers.
We've also got a party on the go for Mavis' birthday, we've roped in our favourite bands: Henry's Funeral Shoe, The Nukes and Sicknote. These are the bands I couldn't live without, they're mates as well as peers. It's gonna be amazing stepping up to that challenge.
All Hail Rock And Roll!!
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Snow
So we've had snow.
Snowy snowy snow.
Fluffy, white snow.
THE NATION HAS STOPPED! THERE'S TALK OF A FAMINE! SOMEBODY, SOMEWHERE IS GOING TO PUT ON A BENEFIT SHOW FOR US! WORLD LEADERS ARE MEETING TO DISCUSS THIS.
It's fucking snow, for the love of God!
But yet it's being spoken about in hushed tones, like the coming of the apocalypse. All this talk of the poor chap driving home from work who crashed and died, well I'm sorry but this berk was driving 60 M.P.H. on hazardous, icy roads. He had it coming.
HERE'S TO SNOW AID! I HEAR THE BOOMTOWN RATS ARE PLAYING!
Snowy snowy snow.
Fluffy, white snow.
THE NATION HAS STOPPED! THERE'S TALK OF A FAMINE! SOMEBODY, SOMEWHERE IS GOING TO PUT ON A BENEFIT SHOW FOR US! WORLD LEADERS ARE MEETING TO DISCUSS THIS.
It's fucking snow, for the love of God!
But yet it's being spoken about in hushed tones, like the coming of the apocalypse. All this talk of the poor chap driving home from work who crashed and died, well I'm sorry but this berk was driving 60 M.P.H. on hazardous, icy roads. He had it coming.
HERE'S TO SNOW AID! I HEAR THE BOOMTOWN RATS ARE PLAYING!
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Bon Iver
I usually hate acoustic, singer songwriter stuff..it reeks of 'pat-yourself-on-the-back' bullshit, but I have fallen head over heels in love with Bon Iver.
I don't mind admitting that if someone puts 'Skinny Love' on i'll be a crying, shaking mess by the end of the song, as i'm writing this i'm listening to his new Blood Bank EP, and it's making me quite emotional. But there's a hopefulness about it all, a sort of 'cry now but it's gonna be alright, don't worry'.
The first time I heard him on Jools Holland last year, I was fixated, mesmerised by this cut-up soul - who looked very much the mountain man - playing the most tender song. That was Skinny Love, and it makes me weep like a small child.
I don't mind admitting that if someone puts 'Skinny Love' on i'll be a crying, shaking mess by the end of the song, as i'm writing this i'm listening to his new Blood Bank EP, and it's making me quite emotional. But there's a hopefulness about it all, a sort of 'cry now but it's gonna be alright, don't worry'.
The first time I heard him on Jools Holland last year, I was fixated, mesmerised by this cut-up soul - who looked very much the mountain man - playing the most tender song. That was Skinny Love, and it makes me weep like a small child.
The Battle Of Cwmaman Hall
4 songs in. lights came up. fuck it. carry on. blast through the colossus. somebody is smoking inside. microphones go off. bar staff complain. fuck them. this is dangerous. builth wells with no vocals. old lady tries to stop mavis hitting the drums. very phoenix nights. owen mans the power supply. noise. life. thrashing. promise of an encore. angry faces of bar staff. there's no warmth where the body lies. feedback. raunchy. guitar porn. smiles. not alone. could carry on all night. microphone stands on the floor. broken glass on the floor. bass guitar sounds like a night time air raid. screaming. chaos. end.
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