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| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 |
p_dan_tic
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10:59p |
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| Monday, December 7th, 2009 |
p_dan_tic
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11:59p |
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moleintheground
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9:39p |
A-Z of Awesomeness - D
Hello! My new, non stolen laptop allows me to resume my quest to catalogue my A-Z of the 00s. Excellent news. My D is my most revelatory rock band of the 00s, Dirty Projectors. Dirty Projectors are one of those bands where a perfect sensibility matches up with a phenomenal talent and then has the smarts to bring people together who can cube that square. I love them because I can't figure out what they're doing, box it, reduce it, I just hear it and love it. Dave Longstreth is in the pantheon with David Byrne and David Bowie for me. People who live in art, love art, and make art of untouchable quality. When I went to see them earlier this year with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) exliontamer and rhodri there was only about four minutes in the whole set where one of us wasn't overwhelmed. Here we have them in the mountains with a llama. Here they do a song for Dark Is The Night the AIDS charity, with DAVID BYRNE. This, Rise Above, makes Black Flag's thrashing, biting anger into an impossibly yearning paean to yearning itself. I've listened to it every day for two years, give or take a week. Some of the links are a bit bad sound quality, so go on Spotify and listen to Rise Above and Bitte Orca. (D also stands for Domino, what a brilliant, cheering success they've been this decade. Bonnie Prince, Franz, Arctic Monkeys, Wild Beasts, Smog, Malkmus. Brills.) |
barrysarll
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2:04p |
Stand back, I'm going to try Science!
Last week's wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey episode of Misfits got a lot of love from the papers. And yes, it was gripping and well-acted and all that - but it was also fundamentally flawed, because they cheated. ( spoilers )I've not updated with anything in the diaristic line in a week, have I? And even though that week included Robin Ince hosting Bright Club: Space, and establishing that the Shaftesbury is a perfectly acceptable local pub in spite of my failure ever to have had a drink there before, and was generally fairly entertaining, I still somehow feel none of it quite makes for Content. Except the final Poptimism of the noughties, perhaps, which did as good a job as can be done of summing up a very fractured decade in pop - I think Girls Aloud got more tracks played than any other band, which is only right and proper. Though clearly there were always going to be omissions; walking to my bus stop after, the South Bank skaters were pulling stunts to N*E*R*D and I thought, oh yeah, we didn't get them. But how can I complain when I got to dance to 'The Thong Song' while wearing a Green Lantern ring? Yes, I really am that cool. Current Mood:  contentCurrent Music: It's Cliched To Be Cynical At Christmas - Half Man Half Biscuit |
moleintheground
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1:56p |
SOUL MOLE this SATURDAY
Hi everyone, Smole is BACK on Saturday and I am excited and nervous and hoping you will grace me with your presents presence.  Here's a couple of tunes to get you feeling like dancing or christmassing or some combination of both Here's the basically perfect Ella Fitzgerald with Let It SnowAnd here's Janet Jackson, who it is sometimes easy to forget has produced some absolutely belting songs, with What Have You Done For Me Lately, which I remember listening to on a chunky tape player in the eighties and becoming transfixed by the revolving spools. Enough revolving spools! Does anyone have any requests, notes, queries? Let me know. |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 |
pippaalice
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10:51p |
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| Friday, December 4th, 2009 |
euphoricstimuli
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6:01p |
So this week I have been decidedly homonal. Went over to Liz's last thursday night as I was staying there all weekend as jon was off on work somewhere. Friday morning I went to the charity shop as it had got decidedly cold all of a sudden. Am now the proud owner of a black courdroy dress. It is unfortunately the same legnth as my @rse! (some shops will never get winter) But will be fine once I have acquired a pair of thick leggings. And it was a lot bettter than what I was trying to wear. Friday afternoon I headed down to Kentish Town to meet Chris and David Christie to see Gong! Well first we went for a couple of pints in the Oxford. A reasonably new gastropub in Kentish Town. It was overpriced and overcrowded, but did the best pint of Doom Bar I've had in a very long time! Gong were good, but a little too on the prog rather than fun side for me. Steve Hillage band was excelent. Afterwards I walked home!!! That neck of the woods has improved considerably, I felt perfectly safe and 5 or 6 years ago I'd have enver considered it. Saturday I mostly lazed around liz's. Sunday jon was back and we went to the V&A and had a look round. We were tired though,so went home quickly. Tuesday I did some volunteering work at a card stall in St Margarets church oposite Parliament. If I ever want a job I'm going to have to get loads more confident again. I was ok by the end, but far too quiet at the beginning. I've forgotten how to talk to people without the aid of booze! Rest of the week I was at my parents getting chiropractored. My back hurts, but is getting decidedly more fixed.I may have to lie down now its that bad. Current Mood:  tired |
suicideally
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2:07p |
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p_dan_tic
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1:03p |
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moleintheground
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7:53a |
A-Z of awesomeness - C
I don't have an outstanding C of the 2000s, but these are some of the C's that made my life more inneresting in the last decade (or 'decade', as the French say). Jamie CarragherI do love Jamie. Liverpool are my club for some unjustifiable reason, but there's nothing to be done about that. When you're in, you're in. You. Don't. Change. Clubs. I would like to give up caring about football, it's basically a mind trick that allows you to imagine you are part of a bigger group, and that for nine months of the year your meaningless trudge to the grave in fact has a satisfying narrative of victory and defeat. Anyway, in the 2000's, Jamie Carragher has been the heart, soul and inimitably squeaking voice of Liverpool. His last ditch tackles and goal-line clearances and positional magnificence have been as big a reason why we recovered from being dogpiss poor at the start of the millenium to a regular diner at the feast of the satisfied Saturday as Steven Gerrard's swashbuckling. Here is Jamie learning to fly -  CommonCommon is, unfortunately, a bit of a nobhead. He's the sort of person who wants political equality and resolution for his team - black men - but wants his transgressions and idiocy about the other teams - women, for example - to be ignored or indulged. I'd rather someone was just an out and out dickhead, really. Anyway, in the 2nd half of the decade, Kanye West gave him 30 or so tremendous, heartwarming soul beats and his delicious baritone rapping merged with them like a puppy snuggling under a duvet. Spotify - http://open.spotify.com/album/1rdjDHG2PuSGqxsbiIf69bAnd the beat on this! Oy vey! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqn5f2ISnvoAlso, Common dresses real nice -  Chris Ware - Jimmy Corrigan, The Smartest Kid In The WorldChris Ware is the most heartbreaking artist of the decade for me. 100 million little details recorded and aligned to make something shockingly beatiful. I went to New York a few years ago and the Jewish Museum had an exhibit with Ware, Jack Kirby and Robert Crumb. The Chris Ware stuff, seeing the detail and craft and love in it, made me cry. In a museum.    There you go. What are your c's of the 00's? |
| Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 |
p_dan_tic
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5:39p |
dear lasy web does anyone who's been to ATP reember if there's a microwave in the kitchens or is it oven only? also does anyone know if 24 hour supermarkets are allowed to sell booze after 11, and if not, what time they're allowed to start again? |
p_dan_tic
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3:19p |
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barrysarll
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2:43p |
Albums Of The Year
I can't be faffed with all these lists of the decade which are doing the rounds - not least because I haven't been keeping an ongoing list through the decade, so I'd end up with some sort of half-remembered mess I'd be regretting within the week. But this I do every year, and keep a running tally for, and justify because I know it's got a couple of friends into a few great records over the years and really, how much more than that can any of us hope to accomplish with our LJs? ( The Top 40 )But blazes, haven't there been a lot of disappointments? Franz Ferdinand, Pet Shop Boys and Jarvis were among those who made a brave effort to work with new production teams who ought to have produced the goods, but they all came a cropper by so doing, Morrissey, Depeche Mode, Eminem and Marilyn Manson, meanwhile, were among those content to churn out more of the same old same old - especially disappointing in Manson's case, when the preceding Eat Me Drink Me had been the first sign of any new direction in his work for years. And Springsteen...well, for someone so blue collar he's never really been reliable, but this year's album was still one of his more leaden efforts, and in the theme from The Wrestler contained quite possibly his worst song ever. I don't think he's lost it, you understand - there have been bad albums from him before, and will be again, but always interspersed with greatness. Nor, I thought, was there really a Song Of The Year, something ubiquitous and inarguable, not even a covert Johnny Boy-style one within certain circles. I would ask whether I missed it, but the nature of a 'Get Ur Freak On' or 'Can't Get You Out Of My Head' or 'Umbrella' is that it's unmissable right through at least the summer, and then as the nights close in, as nostalgia for summer, however bad that summer was. I suppose the closest this year came would be the offerings from Cheryl Cole, Lady Gaga and La Roux - but I stumble on not having actually liked any of them, in spite of the first two at least being things which on paper should have been right up my street. Or at least, that was how I felt until Gaga's deluxe reissue of the album which had failed to impress me turned out in fact to be another, better album, trailed with 'Bad Romance', and suddenly she had the material to match the concept, and just as the year stuttered to a close, suddenly it had its anthem. It doesn't normally work this way but then, isn't it a song about precisely that? Current Mood:  skintCurrent Music: Christmas TV - Slow Club |
suicideally
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10:44a |
Self Non Self December 9th, 8pm - late The Moustache Bar, Stoke Newington Road  |
p_dan_tic
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10:35a |
oh my...... chinese crack tiger woods crash mystery through the use of CGI stolen from WoS |
suicideally
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9:04a |
It's Jojo's birthday! HOORAY!  See you later xx |
moleintheground
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8:18a |
2000s A-Z of awesomeness - B
In 2003 Bonnie "Prince" Billy released a half hour record of songs he didn't want to release, called Master and Everyone. Maybe because they're so fragile, and perfect, that they would be hard to justify and harder still to live up to. Along with most other thoughtful young men who have at some point thought they might quite like to grow a beard and write folk songs to unnamed long haired beauties who we will one day drown, I went and bought it. I've been soaking in it ever since. Master and Everyone to me is about the conflict of wanting to be loved and wanting to be free from the constraints that being loved can bring. This is not such an easy thing to discuss without coming across as either prick or bastard, but it's a tension that runs through every person. "Why can't I be loved as what I am? A wolf among wolves, and not a man amongst men." Download this if Youtube does not suit your needs. Bonnie Prince Billy - Master & Everyone(This record also matters to me as it marks the point where I decided I no longer like gigs. B"P"B played a solo acoustic thing at Cecil Sharp House, the folk motherlode of this country, and it was so small and acoustically perfect he was able to sing these delicate songs in a whisper. But, of course, it was a gig, so 40% of the crowd felt the need to BRAY LIKE THEY WERE WATCHING STEREOPHONICS IN WEMBLEY ARENA. Still, I went for a wee next to the Bonnie Prince, and our streams merged, so in a very real sense, we became one that night.) |
| Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 |
p_dan_tic
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10:20p |
I've just seen the weather for the ATP weekend oh *joy* |
moleintheground
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8:10p |
 Tracklisting is 1. My Parody Album
2. Lorrydriver (This is Womanizer by Britney Spears I think) 3. Meat Again (Beat Again by JLS)
4. Liar
5. Funeral Song
6. The Boy Does Plenty (Unh fucking hell)
7. Barack Obama
8. Waterproofs
9. Album Track (feat. Comedy Dave)
10. Dance Wiv Me (feat. Calvin Harris & Camilla Ice) (Good job making Vanilla Ice jokes just in time for 2010)
11. Nana Window
12. I Predict A Diet (feat. Ricky Wilson)
13. Davina McCall
14. Jose (feat. Dominic Byrne)
15. Dicky Tum
16. Dogs Don't Kill People
17. Addicted to Plaice
18. Big Bum
19. Never Gonna Snow
20. Last Track On The AlbumI just saw an ad for this on TV and it made me feel genuinely ill. Anyone who buys this should be chemically castrated. I hope the people who put it together get cancer. Seriously, it disgusts me that this man is popular. He is utterly without spark or wit or life or joy. He just says the glummest thing possible, lazily sicks up something empty and drools it onto a radio mic for hours every day, and people keep listening. He's really scary, like a pod-person. There's just something missing from him. God. Die and die in pain you cunt. |
p_dan_tic
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3:53p |
Right there's no doubt this is now my lucky shirt The first time I wore it I ended up winning my old work's monthly poker game - without using my "i can't believe dan got his card on the river" luck (and i beat full house Ed in the head to head) Today's the second time I've ever worn it, not only did I manage not to be late for work (I *really* should have been), but I just went downstairs for snack-time-sustenance and a double vending machine fail has left me with a can of dr pepper and a pack of mini chedders for a grand outlay of 5p (the shirt is black, incase you couldn't guess) |
p_dan_tic
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10:44a |
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moleintheground
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9:25a |
A-Z of awesomeness - A
Yo, people be doing reviews of the decade, right? I like this idea, and I'm going appropriate it, but my take on it is this - THE 00's A-Z OF AWESOMENESS. I am going to post once a day in ALPHABETICAL ORDER of totally fly stuff that has come out or happened this decade. Today is A. The best thing that has happened in culture this last couple of years for me is Adam & Joe's return from the wilderness. The Adam & Joe C4 show was the way, the truth and the light, basically because the two of them are so skilled at being right. They are always right because of the balance between Adam's frustrated enthusiasm and Joe's confident pessimism creating a tall short beardy shaven yin yang of loveliness. They are like that other great comedy duo of the 00's Frost & Pegg in that you really, really want to be friends with them, and they perpetuate the lovely illusion that you could be. Adam loves his kids "Hello, Pat Sharp is a highly original presence in contemporary popular culture..." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cd2TLIbhMgAdam & Joe love David Bowie AS DO I. This is my favourite song of the decade Thanks Adam & Joe I love you so much don't ever go away again. What was your favourite A of the 00's? |
moleintheground
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8:29a |
Things in my noggin on 02/12/09
Morning Everyone how are you? I have my big exam today, then Friday I have my consultancy meeting to see about my job (I am leaning towards hoping it gets wound up) and then some work ish then SOUL MOLE then hopefully winding down for Christmas. This year Em got me an Advent Calendar where the numbers go in sequence, so there is no element of danger where you might not find your chocolate immediately. The chocolates get bigger when the 20s days start, which is very exciting, no? It's odd reading the end of the decade polls, as they don't really serve any purpose. It's too arbitrary a period to really mean anything, and the illusion of an overarching narrative to music, difficult to make a case for even in the seventies and eighties, is now entirely pointless in the Broadband/Spodify/itunes/Torrent age. People make art and we look for it, try it, share it, and pass it around. I like it better this way, although it makes it harder to be a smug know it all about music. My albums of the year are so consistent with what tastemakers and bloggers have come up with, it makes me feel like a right phoney. I think the real truth, though, is that blogs and the net and filesharing actually means that great records actually get to people more directly and easily, and the mass of people picking through the songs the world makes are able to make some good decisions. The wisdom of crowds. Maybe also the X-Factor is acting as a dredge net for people who want to participate with the glum Cowell/Westlife/GMTV aesthetic of music, bushy tailed bores who make boring, boring music. So that part of pop is well catered for, and in its enormity becomes avoidable, like a bicycle scooting around a tank. Also, there's no need to stand in front of the tank, Tianemen Square style. It's always been there, just let it trundle. I never get round to watching films at the cinema. I am wrapping up my mentoring thing. The chap I was mentoring is 18 now and has a council flat and a course place and seems okay, so I don't need to be in his face taking him bowling and shit all the time. I will obviously stay in touch with him but I'll let him set the pace. I'm glad I did it, it was a totally different experience than I thought it would be. I was expecting to be matched to some lairy urb kid, but my mentee was a very quiet, thoughtful Somalian boy. The big challenge for me was having someone with limited english, because I couldn't be a jabbering, colloquial pun machine. I had to think about what I was saying, how I was saying it, who I was saying it to. I had to not be judgemental - he's a United fan, and didn't share my morals on some important things - and also to not feel judged myself, not be constantly thinking that he thought I was a twat, as that would get me into a needy anxious spiral and prevent me being any use. I found it harder than I'd assumed as well. Still, it's something I'm glad I did. Watching Shaun of the Dead the other day I was pleased to not be nostalgic for the mid 00's. There's more happy times to come, that's my take on it. |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 |
p_dan_tic
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4:26p |
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p_dan_tic
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3:33p |
Ah well, turns out I've had enough of Japanese spammers, and going through anonymous replies just incase someone proper replies, much to the point where the idea of putting 18 consecutive entries about MP3s isn't appealing. So yeah don't think i'll go through with the MP3 advent calendar this year |
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