I'd be lying if I said I haven't been waiting for this day for a long time now. And here we are. A new Mew single has arrived.
It's goes from a messy Mewish start to a familiar Frengerism. What can I say, they can do nothing wrong in my books. I can't be helped, save yourselves.
No more stories Are told today I'm sorry They washed away
No more stories The world is grey I'm tired Let's wash away
will be released late August this year.
According to lead singer Jonas Bjerre, the new album will be more upbeat and merry, in contrast to And The Glass Handed Kites, although the longish poetic title doesn't seem to inspire much happiness in me. But then again, whatever Jonas Bjerre says, I'll abide to.
He's the voice!
And with that I'm off to the park to roast my shanks until they're good enough to eat.
If something were to save me from this gruesome Monday, lacked of funds and fine weather, it's Grizzly Bear's newest single Two Weeks and the eye spasmic video that accompanies its eerie echoes.
Forget not, Veckatimest is out tomorrow!
I tilt my head in appreciation and nod, nod, nod. Yes, yes, yes ! ! !
Finally! A new single from Scotsman Calvin Harris: I'm Not Alone
[It never felt this good NOT to be alone]
The video was filmed in Oslo, Norway last February as Calvin's Twitter fans already know. However, the video, directed by Christian Holm-Glad, has fired up a rather surprising controversy concerning knife crime.
Calvin: "My video's getting banned because I'm holding an antique knife in one of the scenes, therefore encouraging knife crime." He added: "The only ever time I was in a fight I fell down instantly and I believe they had only verbally challenged me to one at that stage. I fight like a girl."
The song makes me want to NOT stab somebody. So, hat off to the Dumfries born lad for pointing out to us that knife crime is so last season that it's basically antique.
My good friend John recently had the good fortune of interviewing photographer Ken Regan as part of his oh so glamorous job at entertainment.ie
The interview is a fun and insightful read, giving a candid look at the life of a well connected photojournalist. From Sports Illustrated, to the Munich Olympics, some shady CNN threats and most famously thirty years of capturing the changing times of one Bob Dylan, Regan has witnessed and captured a big slice of history and is more than willing to share his war stories:
For fun - A random Dylan clip: Here's Bob having a chat in the carpark, courtesy of the BBC. I love how he manages to look timeless, compared to some of these casualties of 80s fashion.
That said, I never really was a big Dylan fan. Somewhere in Iceland my mother scratches her head and wonders where she went wrong.
"I'm not suicidal i just can't get out of bed i drift into a deep fog lost where i forgot to hold it i can feel you most when i'm alone i can feel your ghost when i'm alone
coming home 'cause i want to hang out with the starlet stare up at the ceiling hiding and revealing flashback of a feeling sixth sense of a call and heard you fuck through the wall i heard you fuck when i'm bored"
A sweaty pit of passion sounds like a trembling good time and so does the new single from Passion Pit - The Reeling:
Album time! - Manners is out on May/19 - Oh, oh! How I'm tempted to fly my big behind over to Dub Dub Dublin for the Pit's Nov/3rd concert at Dublin Academy.
Only, I haven't got a cluedo where in the world I'll be by then and planning is for losers right? Or maybe my views on preparing, scheduling and formulating are moth-eaten.
OK. I will do a bit of living on the edge and dot the date down in my "diary".
After being tossed from bed to couch for the past 20 days or so, a comfortable ending draws nigh, as I have scored a room in this fine west-end establishment. A fine room at that, sizely, and fitted with a God like view of Edinburghian rooftops. A few spritzes of antibac and it should be safe for me to nustle my soft pillow in my soon to be new bed. I do wonder about the tales the bed could make known to me, but I will bury those thoughts deep within, as I change the covers and make it ready for new adventures.
Mainly, me, my computer or notebook, a packet of crisps or biscuits, watching tv shows or listening to Q or NME Radio. The bed can breathe a sigh of relief. And even though going back to paying rent, council tax and bills doesn't seem enjoyable at all, it will be nice to be sharing a flat with my gorgeous Stella Girl instead of sharing a bed with her, where I've suppsedly been talking in my sleep of late, causing laughter and ridicule at my own expense. From now on I will talk to the night in peace, away from an audience.
Today is yet another day off from detailed retail. Had my bagle and coffee. Have a couple of birthday cards to fill out with my unique word vomit. Then shower and a town outing with errands to run. What a day, what a life.
So much I've been meaning to lather my music taste buds with, but the lack of computer time and this somewhat campus living, with regularly scheduled pillow fights, has limited my musically investigatory time. Per se.
Feeling excited about the new stuff from The Horrors and been meaning to check out Golden Silvers.
