Genius from The Bugle today: “Like most 1-year olds, [Gordon Brown's tenure as Prime Minister] comes up with something shit about three times a day.”
Wonderful. Subscribe to it, damn you!
–c.
Genius from The Bugle today: “Like most 1-year olds, [Gordon Brown's tenure as Prime Minister] comes up with something shit about three times a day.”
Wonderful. Subscribe to it, damn you!
–c.
I’ve been down lately, due to my lack of a band. Little Monkeys/Crashstars has finally collapsed properly - the last gasp re-union Beach Concert was obviously not to be, and I’m fucking done with it now. The one thing I’ll say about that - and this is a direct appeal to Jon E. Crash himself - is that we still have a half finished amazing sounding album, and one day we need to finish that. Not this year or next, fair enough, but it must be done one day. That is all.
And the covers band has stalled before it even left the rehearsal room due to lack of being bothered from another quarter, and meh. Whatever. And I am getting fucking sick of this fucking attitude across the board.
So. What am I going to do about it? Bitch and moan? Nothing? Call everyone fuckers and complain about my lot?
Fuck that noise. I am going to take the positives from all this and do something new. Something on my fucking own, that no-one can fuck up for me.
The one positive thing that came out of the JackBarrel covers attempt was that I discovered I can sing lead vocals. Not amazingly, and I’m totally inexperienced at it, but I can do it. So I hereby announce that my next recording project is going to be an album or EP of original vocal rock songs written, played and sung by me.
It will be called “If You Want It Done Right” (or similar) because ultimately I have come to realise that this is the only way anything will get done: I have to fucking do it myself.
So. Bollocks to everyone else (Jon, you’re mainly excused from that as the recent collapses weren’t your fault), I’m going solo. It will probably be under my glam stagename Tommi Starr, and it certainly won’t see light of day until at the very earliest middle of next year, but there it is.
So what do you think about that?
–TS
I likes me some heavied-up cover versions, and that’s a fact. Yessir! Particularly of good old popular 80s tunes.
And sure, we all know the popular ones - Marilyn Manson’s version of Tainted Love and HIM’s version of Wicked Game are two obvious ones that spring to mind - but I’m also all about finding the obscurer ones that crop up on tribute albums or film soundtracks.
Thing is, they’re quite tricky to track down, so I tend to just womble across them organically as and when. Recent finds have included Disturbed’s Land of Confusion and Nonpoint’s In The Air Tonight, the latter of which is allegedly on the Miami Vice film soundtrack.
I just made a quick playlist of the ones I can find in my iTunes library, although I know there’s more kicking around in there (by the way, I’m not counting anything by Me First & The Gimme Gimmes, even though they do usually rock). Here’s what I turned up in five minutes scrabbling:
But I wants more! So if you know of any similar opuses (opii?) in that vein, please leave a comment! I should be able to track down the song myself, so don’t send files just yet.
Cheese!
–c.
[EDIT] Just found a few more!
…and rest. I know I have more, but I can’t find them right now. ![]()
The ever-excellent Charlie Stross tells us why - in his opinion - unplugging wall-warts to save energy is just silly.
Big up, Charlie, I’m with you.
–c.
I’m not normally a betting type of person, aside from paying my four quid a week Idiot Tax, and I’m usually very disinterested in sport, particularly Foots and Balls, or whatever it’s called.
But last night I did find myself a little drawn into the Russia v Sweden game and was quite inspired by the performance of the Russkies. So this morning I took a little flutter and bunged down an optimistic Lady on them to win the whole thing! (And another on Spain, who seem to be doing rather well.)
What ho!
–c.
I know for an iron-clad fact that time-travel will never be invented in my lifetime, or at least that I will never have access to it. A fact. All conjecture aside about the possibility of it, I know this 100%.
Why? Would I have gone back and killed Hitler? Or Bush? Or Guy Ritchie? No.
I’d have gone back to 2001 and told myself that regardless of hard drive space, encoding my MP3 library at 128kbps was a BAD idea.
I mean, DAMN. I’ve re-encoded the really important albums like AfD and Back In Black, but here I am listening to Aerosmith’s Pump and it’s just treble. THIS SHOULD NOT BE.
–c.
For anyone who finds themselves regularly stressed at their work desk, and who doesn’t have to worry too much about children or pets interfering with their desk furniture, I wholly recommend getting yourself a miniature zen garden, and a water feature.
I now have both on my desk here at Profero, and they have already helped me to de-stress my environment considerably. Raking the sand in my zen garden and contemplating the waterfall is really very relaxing, and helps me to focus my mind on a particular fine-grained problem by allowing my mind to de-clench the problem it has been going over too closely.
Work smarter, not harder.
–c.
PS. Do check out my Flickr group for snapshots of your desk! It’s open to all - so take a snap and upload it to Desksnaps!
Apparently being in a band and even doing one gig a year is too much to ask. The whole thing’s gone tits in the air again.
For anyone hoping to catch Little Monkeys at this year’s Hastings Beach Festival, I can only apologise on the behalf of others. I was fully up for it and now it’s all fucked.
Seeing as that was the only opportunity I was going to have to play live this year, you can probably imagine that I’m pretty pissed off about it.
Bollocks.
–c.