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Now, tell me…where the f*ck are Dylan’s remarks racist??!!!
One doesn’t even need to read what he said to know someone as cultured and forward-thinking as Dylan isn’t exactly the kind of person who will actually pay attention to someone’s skin colour/nationality/whatever else that means absolutely nothing instead of their actual character, principles and actions.
People are so f’ing touchy-feely and hung up on little things instead of spending their time enjoying life, making someone happy or doing something that actually matters. With all this technology and social media, it seems pettiness and pseudo-political correctness are at a new high.
If I ever have a daughter, it wouldn’t surprise me if she turned out like this:
All these unrequested opinions about everyone and everything – much like my own here – are really tiresome and boring.
“Wrecking Ball” is a great song and the video is almost as beautiful, save for that unnecessary licking and attempt at making sexy faces when it should really be more of a so-sad-i’m-borderline-clinically-depressed.
Were it not for that VMAs’ disturbing Gremlin resemblance + the twerking and the sledgehammer licking, there would be far less ready-made criticism between re-tweeted and stated as it was one person’s own opinion rather than just an attempt to sound opinionated by repeating someone’s unthought rant blasts. Not to mention the mass of hypocritical pseudo-political correctness.
I wonder if the world would be a better place if people had hobbies and thoughts of their own.
I re-booked my flight to come back to London on 22 May as I had tickets to see The Jezabels and almost missed it because a random officer at the airport was adamant I had drugs with me – and I’d be really clever. NOT! – to bring them freely in my bag. To London HEATHROW.
Should I be offended that he was unconvinced when I said, after being enquired about it several times, that I had never even taken any drugs?
Anyway. Dropped stuff at home, ran to gig and just made it. Fortunately – it was INCREDIBLE.
Hayley looks like she came straight from the set of Sixteen Candles or another John Hughes classic and she’s so cute and tiny, but then she opens her mouth and out comes that incredible voice! Perfect pitch. Matching with a perfect band…it’s been way too long since I heard a band playing so well.
They have everything to be pretentious. But they’re not. The sound on the video is not that great but it’s still pretty amazing – imagine live.
In this video, she had just forgotten most of the words halfway through “City Girl” so sat down slightly astonished and somewhat amused while trying to remember and the band played on, which was quite beautiful to listen to, actually. The video starts with her coming back to it and just really going for it to make it up for the blank moment (although she really “went for it” throughout the whole gig).
Bloody hell! This new XX album should come with a WARNING sign and a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Choc Fudge Brownie attached to it!
It is very beautiful, even if the songs sound pretty much the same- as each other and the last album, but that doesn’t make it any less great. But seriously, if you’re suffering from matters of the heart- like moi, it can really mess you up! (not quite like moi. Maybe when PMS hits).
Anyway, I’ll leave the link for you to listen and judge for yourselves:
Pardon? You haven’t got Spotify, I hear. Well, then bloody get it, won’t you? How behind are you?!
You’re only forgiven if it is not yet available in your country. In this case, go to iTunes. Or, better yet, go to a proper music shop and B-U-Y T-H-E A-L-B-U-M!
♫ the feeling goes on and on and on
in my head
you tell me things you’ve never said
and I choose to forget
and take the good and leave the rest
oh, the illusion’s getting old
and you don’t answer when I call
I would have given you it all
oh, out of sight out of mind
it doesn’t mean you’re not mine
the feeling goes on and on and on ♫
– Unfold –
You know, so many people say they love music because it takes them back to places and situations, it brings back memories and such, but has it ever really taken you back to the point that you can feel the place and, if it’s somewhere or some time that you miss, you could feel yourself there as much as you can feel the agony of not being able to go back at all?
Just did. Ouch.
On that note, I’m out to meet some girl friends, have a drink or ten and not feel that ever again.
Until, that is, I listen to that song. Actually, there’s a whole bloody playlist filled with them! Spotify should create a way for users to ban songs they shouldn’t listen to like LastFM kind of does.
I think this post asks for a bit of Rob philosophy…
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
(I have a feeling I might have posted this already. If that’s the case, I apologise but not really. Not only it’s Saturday night and I’m missing out on martini time- hey, my blog, I can pretend I’m really classy and drink martinis instead of beer- but Rob/Nick quotes are NEVER EVER enough. Even if it’s the same. I do, however, apologise for the heart-ripping post. Will try not to do it again!)
Here’s the list of things I’m thankful for:
– O2’s bad reception
– flakey, don’t-give-a-shit people
– hot Scandinavians with spare tickets
– randomly running into friends who introduce you to hot Scandinavians with spare tickets
The Temper Trap were playing at gorgeous Somerset House today and I arranged to meet a friend there to try and get tickets at the door, but neither he showed up, nor did he call/text. And I wouldn’t have received any either way as O2 decided, after six years of being its customer, to freeze its signal that one day.
As I waited and waited for about 40min, an old acquaintance saw me and approached me to ask if I needed a ticket as there was a
ridiculously tall and handsome Johan Peterssen giving it away as his mate didn’t show up either. So I got in for free. Which I am very thankful for as the band sucked.
Fortunately, I also had checked their setlist beforehand so I knew exactly when they were going to play the three songs I wanted to listen to- one only during the encore; I did not stay for that.
Starting with most-boring-band-in-the-history-of-boring-bands, the opening act Alt-J and whatever was wrong with the sound engineer, sound board or whatever.
So band comes on with an attempt at creating a post-modern London Calling and, fortunately, quickly moving on to beautiful “Need Your Love“.
The sound was horrible throughout and a lot of the songs I’m not a fan of, it was raining and the bass player performed like an epileptic wormso I listened to “Fader” and left soon after. Didn’t stay for “Sweet Disposition“. The sound was quite distorted; it would’ve ruined that tune.
In the end, all the things that had gone wrong worked out right.