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Monday, April 30, 2007

Does not give a fuck

I was thinking about the bladerunner soundtrack today and some of the pretty music on its tracks. One artist suprisingly on it is Demis Rousoss (the other is eurosong winner welsh songstress mary hopkin). I remembered Demis as the kaftan wearing beardie from the late 70s and for nostalgia had a quick look in youtube. I was agasp at his general dishevelled image he looked like he was sleeping on someones shin all night. (keep an eye on the drummer you can tell hes just praying for death metal to happen and do the backing singers look like women?? no but the sound like they are pre-ops'!) This was an era purely about sound in them days and didnt stand on ceremony with image. An easier era to live in I wistfully agree but they still had combs in them days!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Sunday Smiles

The lip synching will probably look better on the youtube site than here or is that just my bad broadband?? Anyway enjoy

Friday, April 27, 2007

Work work work

I like quiz's, and always got extreamly competitive in the pub quiz's when living in the uk. They where a blast. Interestingly enough the word itself originated from Dublin. The story goes that a Dublin theatre proprietor by the name of Richard Daly made a bet that he could, within forty-eight hours, make a nonsense word known throughout the city, and that the public would give a meaning to it. After the performance one evening, he gave his staff cards with the word 'quiz' written on them, and told them to write the word on walls around the city. The next day the strange word was the talk of the town, and within a short time it had become part of the language. The word is nevertheless hard to account for, and so is its later meaning of 'to question, to interrogate', which emerged in the mid-19th century and gave rise to the most common use of the term today, for an entertainment based on questions and answers.So today , being pissed off with work and not wanting to do anything too taxing just clicked away on Blogthings. Now my antlers hurt or is it my purple brain? I think I need a holiday in Rome but in the year 1966, I dont know who to contact first, my travel agent or doctor?? Maybe I should just consult the paper for a new job..
Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.

You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

You Were a Deer

Graceful and gentle, you appreciate beauty and balance.

A giving soul, you are able to sacrifice for the greater good.

You Belong in 1966

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, sex and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.


Your Values Profile


You value loyalty highly.

You're completely devoted to your friends and family.

Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.

Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!


You value honesty a fair amount.

You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.

If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.

In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."


You value generosity highly.

So much so that you often put your own needs last.

There's nothing wrong with having a caring heart...

But you may want to rethink your "open wallet" policy.


You value humility highly.

You have the self-confidence to be happy with who you are.

And you don't need to seek praise to make yourself feel better.

You're very modest, and you're keep the drama factor low.


You value tolerance a fair amount.

You are open to new cultures, beliefs, and ideas.

You have very few prejudices that you're aware of.

And while you are tolerant, you do stand true to what you believe.

You Should Get An All Over Tattoo

Outrageous and funky
Because you should never have to choose just one tattoo

You Are 24% Gross

You're a tad gross, but generally you're a clean, hygienic person.
No one can be perfectly clean all the time, and it's better to be human than a neat freak.

Your EQ is 147

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Dont pack your suitcase just yet

Im proud of my geekdom in lots of ways. Im very much a babylon 5 & more of a Battlestar Galactica fan (but alas I am not a trekkie) anyhoo can you imagine the excitement on my way to work when I looked at the newspaper this morning to find out about the discovery of Gliese 581 (if you have not heard about such news Ive pasted below an article about it) Like I said I found the news very exciting when reading it in the newspaper but what bummed me out was the last piece of the report. I didnt ever expect to ever go there in this lifetime but it would have been great to see the sky there at least..

ASTRONOMERS say they have discovered a "super-Earth" more than 20 light years away that is the most intriguing world found so far in the search for extraterrestrial life.

About five times the mass of Earth, the planet orbits a cool, dim red dwarf' star in the constellation of Libra, the team from the European Southern Observatory (ESO) said.

The star, Gliese 581, has already been identified as hosting a planet similar in size to Neptune, the frigid gas giant on the edge of our own solar system.

The new planet is 14 times closer to Gliese 581 than Earth is to the sun. But because Gliese 581 is so cool, the planet is not scorched by solar radiation. It zips around the star at express speed, making just 13 days to complete an orbit.

"We have estimated that the mean temperature of this super-Earth lies between 0 and 40 degrees Celsius, and water would thus be liquid,'' said lead researcher Stephane Udry of Switzerland's Geneva University.

"Moreover, its radius should be only 1.5 times the Earth's radius, and models predict that the planet should be either rocky - like our Earth - or covered with oceans.''

"Liquid water is critical to life as we know it,'' said Xavier Delfosse, a team member from France's Grenoble University.

"Because of its temperature and relative proximity, this planet will most probably be a very important target of the future space missions dedicated to the search for extra terrestrial life," he said.

"On the treasure map of the Universe, one would be tempted to mark this planet with an X.''

In 1995, two astronomers, also at Geneva, spotted the first extrasolar planet, a term for a planet orbiting a star other than our own. Since then, 227 such planets have been spotted, according to the Extrasolar Planets Encyclopaedia.

Gliese 581 is among the 100 closest stars to us. Its red dwarf monicker comes from the fact that it is only a third of the mass of the sun.

Because such stars emit far less heat, they offer a far greater chance of having planets in the so-called Goldilocks zone where liquid water - and thus the potential for life - can exist.

Even though Gliese 581 offers such promise, it would be impossible for mankind to reach it - or even send an unmanned scout probe - using current technology.

Chemical rockets generate only a fraction of the light speed needed to get there within a human timescale. Interestingly, Gliese 581c is so close to the Earth that if its putative inhabitants only had our level of technology, they could - just about - pick up some of our radio signals, such as the most powerful military transmitters. Quite what would happen if we for our part did receive a signal is unclear.

"There is a protocol, buried away in the United Nations," says Dr Shostak. "The President would be told first, after the signal was confirmed by other observatories. But we couldn't keep such a discovery secret."

It may be some time before we detect any such signals, but it is just possible that today we are closer than ever to finding life in the stars.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Gobshite City

Two of the newest denizens to gobshite city are Alec Baldwin and Sheryl Crowe.

Sheryl Crowe has ordered her entourage to use one sheet of toilet paper per visit and is getting on her soapbox now about how we all should follow suit. The thing that gets me why doesnt she stop touring if she's so fucking concerned about the enviornment?? I mean all that power thats needed to go on tour? Alright she maybe touring in a bio fuelled bus, and one could argue at least shes highlighting green issues and doing her bit , which Im all for, but dont tell me how much toilet paper to use. If you want to keep a damp rag in your pocket for such occasions Sheryl go for it. But we all havent got an arse like a pea in a hanky and sometimes some of us suffer from runny bums if we have a touch of food poisoning. Sounds like the only following you will have after your preaching is the swarm of flies Ms Crowe..

Now Alec
Ah alec, alec, alec.. How can I put this??? Ehmmm?? Oh Yeah ' Your kid is fucking better off without you!' No matter how alienated you feel from your child you DO NOT call her such hideous names , you childish , self centred monster. To everyone now you are terminally damaged goods by your outburst. Did you stay in character since 'cat in the hat'?? Do you know your childs age or your own for that matter??. Get on your knees and pray that your daughter forgives you for such a shameful outburst you gimp!

Banksy II

A charming little tale Suolas brought to my attention today and thought Id share!

Friday, April 20, 2007


Some time ago I posted about a piece of strange Graffiti on my doorstep on the way to work. I immediately fell in love with it because of its artistic concept and its overall archaic enigmatic presence. Suolas brought my attention to an artist called Banksy who does similar work in the UK. Robert Banks (Banksy), born in 1974 in Yate near Bristol, England, is one of the most enigmatic artist personalities in decades. Banksy began his career as a grafitti artist, and still uses outdoor walls as his primary canvas. He is well know for his sharp political and social criticism, and his innovation in stencilling technique. He is also notorious for his art stunts. There is something about the ephemerality of Banksy’s art that is alluring, even though I knew the Chained vixen on the bridge wall had a life expectancy I was sad to see her demise but more than thankful that her image is immortalised in my memory of how a drab cold monday morning can have delightful pockets of wonder attached to it. I think if we had more art in our everyday lifes especially art that pricks our social conscience like Banksy does our society would be the richer for it..

Below is an interview from the Gaurdian with the artist himself, I think its basically the only few he has ever given..

Banksy is Britain's most celebrated graffiti artist, but anonymity is vital to him because graffiti is illegal. The day he goes public is the day the graffiti ends. His black and white stencils are beautiful, witty and gently subversive: policemen with smiley faces, rats with drills, monkeys with weapons of mass destruction (or, when the mood takes him, mass disruption) little girls cuddling up to missiles, police officers walking great flossy poodles, Samuel Jackson and John Travolta in Pulp Fiction firing bananas instead of guns, a beefeater daubing "Anarchy" on the walls. He signs his pieces in a chunky, swirling typeface. Sometimes there are just words, in the same chunky typeface - puns and ironies, statements and incitements. At traditional landmarks, he often signs "This is not a photo opportunity". On establishment buildings he may sign "By Order National Highways Agency This Wall Is A Designated Graffiti Area". (Come back a few days later, and people will have obediently tagged the wall.)
Banksy has branched out recently - he designed the cover of the Blur album, Think Tank, and tomorrow is the opening night of Turf War, his first gallery show in Britain. He is somehow managing to straddle the commercial, artistic and street worlds.
It is easy to become addicted to his work. Since spotting my first few Banksies, I have been desperately seeking out more. When I do come across them, surreptitiously peeping out of an alley or boldy emblazoned on a wall, I find it hard to contain myself. They feel personal, as if they are just for me, and they feel public as if they are a gift for everyone. They make me smile and feel optimistic about the possibilities of shared dreams and common ownership. On the Banksy trail I meet lots of devotees. They tell me how he comes by stealth in the night, how he has look-outs posted while he works, how his first exhibition will be in a warehouse though only the number of the road (475) is known and not the road itself. They say that Banksy has customised the city, reclaimed it, made it theirs. He arrives in the pub. Bansky is white, 28, scruffy casual - jeans, T-shirt, a silver tooth, silver chain and silver earring. He asks if he can nab a cigarette and orders a pint of Guinness. There is something on his mind. He tells me how he noticed that a piece of his graffiti has been papered over by a poster advertising Michael Moore's Stupid White Men - a bestselling book about how to subvert the system. "So Michael Moore was the corporate who fucked me over and ruined my picture. It's a weird world, a sick world." But he seems to quite like the idea. Banksy started doing graffiti when he was a miserable 14-year-old schoolboy. School never made sense to him - he had problems, was expelled, did some time in prison for petty crime, but he doesn't want to go into details.
Graffiti, he says, made him feel better about himself, gave him a voice. And Bristol had a thriving graffiti culture. "But because I was quite crap with a spray can, I started cutting out stencils instead." I tell him about the time I graffito'd someone's name across the road. He nods, approvingly. "Ah, that's the key to graffiti, the positioning." I tell him that I felt guilty - not because I had broken the law but because I had used a can of paint to get revenge and the boy had to live with his name Duluxed across the road.
"Yeah, it's all about retribution really," he says. "Just doing a tag is about retribution. If you don't own a train company then you go and paint on one instead. It all comes from that thing at school when you had to have name tags in the back of something - that makes it belong to you. You can own half the city by scribbling your name over it."
As he talks, it strikes me that he may not be who he says he is. How do I know you are Banksy? "You have no guarantee of that whatsoever." But he seems too passionate about his work not to be. What is his real name? "Pass! You must be kidding."
Does he consider himself an artist? "I don't know. We were talking about this the other day. I'm using the word vandalism a lot with the show. You know what hip-hop has done with the word 'nigger' - I'm trying to do that with the word vandalism, bring it back." He also likes the word brandalism.
Banksy's attitude to brands is ambivalent - like Naomi Klein, he opposes corporate branding and has become his own brand in the process. Now, people are selling forged Banksies on the black market or stencil kits so we can produce our own Banksies. Does he mind being ripped off? "No," he says. "The thing is, I was a bootlegger for three years so I don't really have a leg to stand on."
That was what was so strange about working with Blur, he says. "It was weird because I must have worked a good dozen Blur shows in the past." Did he tell them? "Not until well into the job. I said I've never been inside a Blur gig, because I was with five scallies in the car park banging out posters and T-shirts of you lot. So I did the job, and basically I spunked all the money on the new thing that I'm doing - BOGOF sculpture. It's based on Tesco's Buy One, Get One Free. I'm making sculptures, two of each. One I sell and the other one I give away free to the city. The first one, which is going to be unveiled today, is like a huge The Thinker by Rodin, in bronze, with the traffic cone on his head also cast out of bronze."

That is another aspect of art he says interests him - efficiency. Why spend years on a sculpture when you can simply plonk a traffic cone on the head of a classic sculpture and create a whole new work? "If you have a statue in the city centre you could go past it every day on your way to school and never even notice it, right, but as soon as someone puts a traffic cone on its head, and you've made your own sculpture and it's taken seconds. The holy grail is to spend less time making the picture than it takes people to look at it." He smiles. I'm not sure that he really believes this.
Is it true that his prints sell for upwards of £10,000? He is not sure because he doesn't flog them directly but yes, they go for a high price. What about the story that he designed a swish New York hotel? "Well, I did paint a hotel in New York City once. But it's a dive hotel - $68 a night. Every room is painted by a different artist and if you paint it you stay there rent free."

Over the past couple of years the very brands he despises have approached him to do advertising campaigns for them. Is there work he would turn down on principle? "Yeah, I've turned down four Nike jobs now. Every new campaign they email me to ask me to do something about it. I haven't done any of those jobs. The list of jobs I haven't done now is so much bigger than the list of jobs I have done. It's like a reverse CV, kinda weird. Nike have offered me mad money for doing stuff." What's mad money? "A lot of money!" he says bashfully.
Why did he turn it down? "Because I don't need the money and I don't like children working their fingers to the bone for nothing. I like that Jeremy Hardy line: 'My 11-year-old daughter asked me for a pair of trainers the other day. I said, 'Well, you're 11, make 'em yourself.' I want to avoid that shit if at all possible."
I ask him if you need to be nimble to be a good graffiti artist. "Yeah, it's all part of the job description. Any idiot can get caught. The art to it is not getting picked up for it, and that's the biggest buzz at the end of the day because you could stick all my shit in Tate Modern and have an opening with Tony Blair and Kate Moss on roller blades handing out vol-au-vents and it wouldn't be as exciting as it is when you go out and you paint something big where you shouldn't do. The feeling you get when you sit home on the sofa at the end of that, having a fag and thinking there's no way they're going to rumble me, it's amazing... better than sex, better than drugs, the buzz."
He talks about the fun he had at Glastonbury this year. "The police seemed to feel very relaxed, and they were driving Land Rovers. We found two parked up with the cops out chatting to girls on the main drag and I nearly always carry a can of paint, so I just walked up and did a random swiggle on the side of one, and then handed the can of paint to my friend who wrote 'Hash for cash' on the side of another. By the end of that night, we had done seven police vehicles with aerosol." He says he has been arrested for graffiti in the past, but not in recent years, and never as Banksy.

Was it a tough decision to exhibit in a gallery? No, he says - first of all, this is hardly a posh gallery, it's an old warehouse. Second, without a formal space, how could he possibly display his live sheep, pigs and cows? Actually, he says, graffiti is by definition rather proscriptive. "Most councils are committed to removing offensive graffiti within 24 hours, anything racist, sexist or homophobic, they will send out a team within 24 hours." But somehow if it's "art" in a gallery, the boundaries of taste aren't so rigidly defined.

He talks about his stencils of Jewish women at Belsen, daubed in fluorescent lipstick - an image as poignant as it is grotesque. "Now I could never do that on the street because it's just blatantly offensive." But in a gallery he can show it in context. "It's actually based on a diary entry from a colonel who liberated Bergen-Belsen. He described how they liberated this women-only camp, and a box of supplies turned up containing 400 sticks of lipstick, and he went nuts - 'Why are you sending me lipstick?' But he sent it out to the women, and they put it on each other, they did their hair; and because it gave them the will to live it was probably the best thing the soldiers did when they liberated that camp." He tells the story beautifully. "See, that's talking about how the application of paint can make a difference."
Does he ever see himself becoming part of the art establishment? "I don't know. I wouldn't sell shit to Charles Saatchi. If I sell 55,000 books [he has published two, Existencilism and Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall] and however many screen prints, I don't need one man to tell me I'm an artist. It's hugely different if people buy it, rather than one fucking Tory punter does. No, I'd never knowingly sell anything to him."
He returns to the subject of the opening night, and talks about it with such excitement. "A part of me wishes I could go because I've put together a really nice setup."
But, he says, it would be too risky. Will his parents be there? He shakes his head. "No. They still don't know what I do." Really, I say, they have no sense of how much you've achieved? "No," he says tenderly. "They think I'm a painter and decorator

The Art Stunts

At London zoo, he climbed into the penguin enclosure and painted 'We're bored of fish' in seven foot high letters.
At Bristol Zoo, he left the message 'I want out. This place is too cold. Keeper smells. Boring, boring, boring.' in the elephant enclosure.
In March 2005, he placed subverted artworks in the Museum of Modern Art, Metropolital Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History in New York.
He put up a subverted painting in London's Tate Britain gallery.
In May 2005 Banksy's version of a primitive cave painting depicting a human figure hunting wildlife whilst pushing a shopping trolley was found hanging in the British Museum, London. Upon discovery, the museum added it to their permanent collection.
Banksy has sprayed 'This is not a photo opportunity' on certain photograph spots.
In August 2005, Banksy painted nine images on the Isreali West Bank Barrier, including an image of a ladder going up and over the wall and an image of children digging a hole through the wall.
In April 2006, Banksy created a sculpture based on a crumpled red phone box with a pickaxe in its side, apparently bleeding, and placed it in a street in Soho, London.
In June 2006, Banksy created an image of a naked man hanging out of a bedroom window on a wall in central Bristol.
In August/September 2006, Banksy replaced up to 500 copies of Paris Hilton debut CD, "Paris", in 48 different UK record stores with his own cover art and remixes by Danger Mouse. Music tracks were given titles such as "Why am I Famous?", "What Have I Done?" and "What Am I For?". Several copies of the CD were purchased by the public before stores were able to remove them, some going on to be sold for as much as £750 on online auctions. The cover art depicted Paris Hilton digitally altered to appear topless. Other pictures feature her with a dog's head replacing her own, and one of her stepping out of a luxury car, edited to include a group of homeless people, which included the caption "90% of success is just showing up".
In September 2006, Banksy dressed an inflatable doll in the manner of a Guantanamo bay prisoner (orange jumpsuit, black hood, and handcuffs) and then placed the figure within a ride at the Disneyland theme park.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Recommended Viewing

Suolas and I watched Pan's Labyrinth last night. Del Toro has always been a favorite of mine ever since I seen Cronos and The Devils Backbone. And I was excited to see it on the big screen but one or two things got in the way but luckily it came out quickly enough on DVD. Quintessentially it is a fairytale and all fairytales are seeded in the darkest of forests, but Pan's Labyrinth emanates as one of the most enticing. The main heroine of the film is an impressionable eleven year old girl , Ofelia, whom with and her pregnant mother find themselves in harsh times , surrounded by conflict, violence and subservience.

Set after the Spanish Civil War on a backdrop of fascism, it's haunting visual presence contrasting with its sometimes harrowing displays of violence, is an inspired contradiction of innocence and corruption. It speaks of dangerous yet beautiful fantasy against deadly and ugly reality.. Fantasy is the pathway to salvation for the young Ofelia, with miniature winged fairies and a lofty, magical faun with massive curled horns, who entices her to visit the mysterious labyrinth at the bottom of the garden. Powerful images and themes disturb and stimulate as fantasy and reality come face to face - Without giving away the whole damn film plot though all I can say is that the story emerges to be a beautiful and surreal fairy tale we rarely get to see in contemporary films. Del Toro deserves more recognition for his artistic storytelling but I would hate to see hollywood rape this beautiful little tale like they did with the bastardisation of so many other international movies.

Bus fare home

Ive barely enough for me bus fare home and yet my blog is worth ..

My blog is worth $12,645.40.
How much is your blog worth?

Im ringing up the company stock broker and then after that my other half to tell him tonight we feast like kings!!

In the throng of the madness

A soothing voice can switch you momentarily off for all that is evil and bad in the world. Glamourpuss and I are big fans of this beautiful mans acoustics and lyrics. If you have discovered him you are blessed if he is an enigma to you, you will find him utterly indelible. Take a few moments out of your busy day and load up the youtubecubes and close your eyes. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Mr Nick Drake.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Ill have you know Im a Lady..

In title at least.. Now go and tell the cook Ill be having dinner in the west wing with Gussie Finknottle.
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Most Serene Highness Lady Judith the Saturnine of Old Throcking in the Hole
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Sweet Innocence

As a mother I am savouring every sweet innocent trusting moment I have with my daughters. And with 2 of them so young these moments are plentiful. Their conversations and gestures would soften the hardest of hearts and their devilish mischief endears me more and has my heart at bursting point 24/7 with love. With each day there are more new experiences and trials that come with the job description of being a parent. When I started blogging I did it with the intention of having my own personal stamp on it; in other words I didn't want to become just a 'mommy blogger' - not that there is anything wrong with that, its just the angle I wanted to use when blogging. I am proud of my kids just like every other parent in the world - I think they are wonderful but its a case of 'you re a good act but you're on too long' when any parent consistently talks about nothing else but their children. But I just have to impart this little story that happened yesterday with my eldest daughter.

When I came home from work there was a shortage of milk in the house. So I decided to take Luci S, My eldest daughter to the local shop. This was one of the few times she has been without her stroller as I live in the city centre there are so many busy main roads its not worth taking the chance with an enthusiastic toddler. But I figured with a vice like grip she should be at the stage where shes got to start learning to walk at a normal pace (and not be like a dog let off a leash LOL) and also adhere to basic pedestrian rules etc. She was exceptionally good holding onto my hand just as hard as I was holding onto hers and didn't try to pull away and escape. She smiled and said hello to every person who passed our way and she seemed to have the power to disintegrate the most stoic looking business men's faces into beaming smiles back. There was a minor fracas in the shop when she seen Barbie Mini eggs but on the whole the outing went without a glitch.

Just before we got to our house a neighbour from our block who I dont see too often was walking towards us. She stopped and commented on how bonny Luci was getting. Now the woman, has what I would put it, a shane mc gowan smile . Her teeth are in alarming disarray. Then Luci S pipes up 'What happened to your teef'?? Frozen in shock it was one of those 'quick jude think on your feet'moments. I quickly told her it was not a nice thing to say and that the tooth fairy was coming to the ladys house that night. Then the neighbour Jumped in to state that she fell and they broke. Her next sentence made me want to sprint to our front door with embarrassment. 'have you a big pillow'?? It was almost like the kid understood the multitude of teeth this woman had to put under her pillow and she had quickly calculated that they would need some serious amount of goosefeather to cover such a money making commodity. 'I better get home, the little one will go mad with envy when she finds out I brought her sister out without her too' I said meekly. Im sure there will be plenty more incidences when my children will commit stellar faux pas I just hope I will be quicker to steer them away from making them more prolonged..

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Skypilots Beware!

My word 10 years on, Ive moved to a different country, nearly got married and had 2 children. Still at least I have a new hobby when Im in monster mode.
You've Changed 40% in 10 Years

Ah, the past! You may not remember it well - because you're still living in it.
While you've changed some, you may want to update your wardrobe, music collection and circle of friends.
Your Monster Profile

Undead Midget

You Feast On: Power Bars

You Lurk Around In: Swamps

You Especially Like to Torment: Priests

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Mother of all Music memes

So I was looking around catz blog and at her vast eclatic musical tastes and having quite a large and varied taste in music myself decided to unleash a meme on catz, stucco, olives and crankster. Im doing it and its kinda cool but a bit long but fun and thats all what its about kids! The very beautiful liquid voice on the youtubecube is your reward having participated but dont play it until you guys have answered!
What’s a great late night song?
Avalon Roxy Music

Name 5 wistful/bittersweet songs:
Into my arms Nick Cave
Will You Hazel O Conner
One More time The Cure
troy Sinead O Connor
Forbidden colors Ryuchi Sakamoto & David Slyvian

The 4 Best Songs Ever Written:
Wish you were here Pink Floyd
whole lotta love Led Zeppelin
as the world falls down David Bowie
Along the watchtower Bob Dylan (hendrix version)

3 Current Favorite Songs:
foxy lady - Jimi Hendrix
killing moon -echo & the bunnymen
the chain -fleetwood mac

A Classic Drinking Music album:
Electric Ladyland

A Song You Want (or did) To Play At Your Wedding:
wuthering heights by ryuchi sakamoto played on the violin

4 Good Angry Songs:
walk -Pantera
new world order - ministry
Terror - my ruin
closer -Nine inch nails

One of Your Favorite Lyrics:
Nick Cave - are you the one-

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I've been waiting for

3 Cover Songs Arguably Better Than the Original:
Wild horses - the sundays
wonderful world -joey ramone
my funny valentine- miranda sex garden

Ironic Song to Brutally Murder Someone to in a movie:
urban space man -bonzo dog dooh dah band

Good Album to Clean The House To:
any motown or john barry collection

Good Dining Music:
heaven or las vegas - cocteau twins

A Good Album To Put You In the Mood (that is NOT Sade, Marvin Gaye or Barry White):
the doors collection' or voodoo people by prodigy

Good Album To Sleep To:
victorialand -cocteau twins

2 Songs That are Too Damn Sad:
thats no way to say goodbye -leonard cohen
sweetest smile - black

Great Love Song:
home -depeche mode

Song To An Ex That Isn’t Meanspirited:
superglider- drugstore

Song To An Ex That Is Kinda Meanspirited:
killing in the name of - rage against the machine (only for the last bit of the song though)

Song to lose your Mind to:
Hot Rats - Frank Zappa

4 Songs That Make You Feel Amped and Inspired:
Lil Devil - The Cult
Lucretia my reflection - sisters of mercy
Beautiful ones- Suede
its my life =talk talk

3 songs that are guilty pleasures
Beautiful - roger whittiker
the most beautiful girl in the world - charlie rich
do that to me one more time - captain and tenile (blame my fathers brainwashing as a young child for all 3)

Criminally Underrated Band That Didn’t Get Attention and Then Broke Up:
gonna have to get back to you on that one..

Best Screw You I Am a Teenager in Pain Song:
stay together-suede

Feel No Shame, Great Current Pop Songs:
I dont think I know any!?!

Album No One Would Expect You To Love:
frankie lanes greatest hits or deep forest's first album

Hip-Hop Song You Know All the Lyrics Too:
I really really dont know any

Random Album You Loved In High School But Are Afraid To Admit It:
cutting crews any color album *cringe*

Album You May Have Listened To More In High School than Any Other Album:
Some girls wonder by mistake - sisters of mercy
If You Could Enter A Wrestling Ring to a Song It Would Be:
judith by a perfect circle

Album To Clear A Room With:
any oasis album

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Twig of Destiny

In a previous post I mentioned what the term 'knacker' meant. Now this terminology is also applied to people in ireland who dont play fair, has bad personal hygene and also are more than a little bit poor. Growing up as a child in the 80s there was a distinct lack of money in country, unemployment was sky rocketing and good catholic numbers in families did not make the situation any better. Growing up was carefree in them days, the atari was a couple of years away thus most kids where out and about as often as possible. There was this one kid called 'Domo Kelly', ( Domo being abreviated for Dominic )but he also went by the name 'fizz bag' for some strange reason. Anyway he was for most part the 'kenny' from south park in my brothers group of friends. His mother and father drank alot and his house was run down with all manner of household junk in the front garden and mongrel, incessently barking dogs tied up with ropes in the back yard . All in all he was a nice lad though , a little tough but harmless.Quite often when the boys called to his house he would put his dinner into a plastic carrier bag , sans the plate, and bring it out and eat handfuls of mash and veg sitting about on walls, in other boys gardens etc He was in essence a knacker to the boys..

One day around this time of year, I remember coming home with the shopping with my mother and sister. There is a small grassy knoll directly across from my house with a couple young trees and a sign post. A couple of boys where trying to strip the reed like branches away from the young saplings. My mother yelled for them to stop what they where doing and she would tell their respective mothers. They apologised to my mother (especially since they where my brothers friends) and she went inside with the shopping. Wil, my older brother , who was about 13 at the time came out from a friends house a couple of doors away with 3 boys, one of which was Domo. My other brothers friends came running over with the broken branches and what looked like rope from a laundry line. They chatted away; it looked intense but gleeful negoiations where taking place..

In the flicker of an eye Domo was raised up on the shoulders by about six of the boys to the knoll and tied to the double poled road sign at the corner (the sign read : Caution children at play - the irony!)now to the naked eye you would be forgiven to think that poor old domo got the short straw in a game of 'Prisoner', but no, this was no game of adventure, of 'spies confession' etc it was far more theatrical than that. As he was carried the boys started to chant 'Crucify him , crucify him!' from the top of their lungs. They where indeed acting out The Crucifixtion of jesus.
From nowhere a white cotton pillow case more likely liberated from someones washing line was tucked into Domos jeans from the front to the back , some of the reed branches where fashioned into a crude crown of thorns and the rope used to secure Domo to the signpost. He seemed happy to play along with it until a torn cornflakes packet was also tied to the signpost with 'King of the knackers' scrawled onto it. Their attention to detail was amazing.
Two girls where rounded up and told to sit at his feet both arguing over who should be the pious mother of god and then it all got to much when they started to poke him in the side with a stick. I say stick but really it was a long twig. It may well have hurt as the kid was a little on the scrawny side. When they let him go Domo went immediately for 'Judas Iscariot', a small kid who went by the name of 'Salty' as his surname was pepper.
The horseplay turned serious because I imagine Domo really got involved in his role as JC or was pissed off at the ridicule either way it started a domino effect with all the disciples and a fight took place between them all. My younger brother alerted my mother and told her that, Wil, was 'kicking the head off Jesus'. It came to abrupt halt with my brother frog marched home with the twig of destiny still in his hands. As for Domo, hes a successful business man now but every year around this time I wonder if he still remembers how for one brief moment he was the salvation of mankind..

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Sweet Feline

Crap day at work yesterday was obliterated with the delights of american almonds chocolate and peanut butter sent to me in form of M&MS via the post by the wonderful and generous General Catz it was a welcome endorphin boost! Check out her blog , there is always something witty, interesting and thought provoking there. And Catz this one's for you good luck with Work thang!