| I stooped to pick a buttercup. Why someone left a buttock lying around I have no idea. |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|08:31 am] |
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Ohhhh. I should be on my way to school. Where is my willpower?
On saturday, I went to Greenwich with Rachel and bought a pair of black patent, peep-toe stilettos from the vintage shop...for £2! Huzzah. They're slightly on the small side, but still, £2. Wow.
This weekend I watched Shock Corridor (a fucking splendid movie about an ambitious journalist who commits himself to a mental hospital to investigate a murder) and Haxan, which I have been meaning to see for ages, and it blew my mind. It's a Danish film, made in 1922, and it's a mixture of real footage of Middle Ages engravings about witchcraft and devil-worship and dramatisations, with stop-motion and insanity thrown in. It's fascinating and so innovative and original. I read the other day that there's some chap who plays hammered dulcimer accompaniments to old silent movies, and he's going to tour with this one. Silent movies about satanism and hammered dulcimer...that's my cup of tea.
On friday night I went to some random gig in Brixton with my cousin. The gig was okay-ish, but the venue was phwoar. It's some pub/Mexican food place called the Dogstar. They had old chandeliers and glittery antlers and stuff, my kind of place. If me and Suzie (that is to say my little sister) get round to organising that Halloween gig, we ought to do it there.
I'm rather worried about my exams, especially art. I have done a bunch of gouache paintings over the weekend though, so I haven't done absolutely nothing. But still.
Here's a bit from Haxan:
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| Do you suffer from....pencils? stencils? lentils?....mental?? |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|06:20 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Mister Mental - the eighties matchbox b-line disaster | ] |
I know it's now kind of old, and I have seen this video a billion, squillion times... But it's so goddamn brilliant in every way...especially the ending, and the expression of Tom's face when Guy's head pops....tee hee hee.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=A__pEAYoMs8
Gaaaah.
I love t'matchbox more than fucking CHRISTMAS.
ANYWAY.
I don't have anything good to say. Oh dear. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2006|05:57 pm] |
FRIENDS ONLY
Comment to be added :) |
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| Music, among other things. |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:29 am] |
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As we speak, mi madre is en route to the other side of the planet. Ho hum.
My leather jacket quest is FINALLY over. I have found the perfect jacket. I am chuffed.
I have decided that I am going to make an attempt to update this thing more often, because it's a bit rubbish right now.
I watched Nannagedeon AGAIN last night. "Satan's evil in a nylon gown..." I love it so much.
( Some other stuff ) |
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| "Love's a feeling....and so is stealing!" |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|11:14 pm] |
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Gnnnfffgh.
My mother is going to New Zealand tomorrow to see her mum. For three weeks. And I'm staying in England. GROAN. I can't complain, there's no way we could afford to do that now, but still....AAARGH. Auckland is GOOD and wonderful and Milo Bars and relatives and sheep and stuff.
It sucks being half from 2 places that are on the complete opposite sides of the planet from each other.
ANYWAY.
Valentine's Day is fast approaching and....what a load of bollocks. A plague on Valentine's Day. GRR.
Ach. Yesterday Ella and I mooched around Camden which was spiffing, cos we hadn't seen each other in aaages (not since the last time we went to Camden anyway, haha) and it was jolly. Although I dragged her round in search of a jacket and ended up buying 2 Cramps t-shirts instead. I already had a Cramps t-shirt. But today I hacked it up and pinned it on my bag. Because I am clever in that way and NOT AT ALL IMBECILIC, NOT EVEN VAGUELY.
Suddenly I am writing more songs than before. This is quite good. I feel....good. I'm going to hijack my uncle's multitracker and get them down.
Argh, all these messages from my brother's mates keep popping up. Eeeeek.
There are many films I am wanting to see. In terms of new films, I really want to see Walk The Line. Because Johnny Cash is cool, and not because I am going to perve over Joaquin Phoenix, I really won't. Really really. Ooooh, Joaquin Phoenix...
BUT. Older films I'm wanting to see : The Holy Mountain, Cry Baby (I can't believe I haven't seen it yet), Santa Sangre;Ladies and Gentlement the fabulous stains (or whatever it's called)...er, that's all I can
think of at present.
On the spine of my Vince Ray book, it says SUFFOLK AND WATT. Try saying that in a Northen accent and you'll get it...
I wish I had...wings. Then I could get to NZ, easy. Oooh, and then Texas in March, for South By Southwest, cos THE EIGHTIES MATCHBOX B-LINE DISASTER are playing, and you know how I love them more than is healthy...
I LOVE RICHARD AYOADE. I was watching the Nannagedeaon episode of the mighty boosh the other day..."you know nothing of the crunch!"...haha...I love him in the IT Crowd....AND NOEL FIELDING'S GOING TO BE IN IT ON FRIDAAAY!! Yesiree. Apparently he plays a mild-mannered goth. I can't fucking wait...I can't wait to see the Boosh on tour either, it's gonna be MAGIC...and series 2 is out on DVD tomorrow! So now I can have more Mighty Boosh marathons...but both series in one go!! My eyes are going to start bubbling and melting.
If Valentine's Day was a person, I would puke in their eyes. That thought just came to me. Valentine's Day is SILLY.
I want cake.
Cake rampage.
Wellington boot brigade sasquatch squash.
ARGH.
I'm going to have a cuppa and calm down. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2006|04:54 pm] |
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I feel a bit sick. No fun.
Everything is SPECTACULARLY boring at the moment, which is why I have nothing to say in this entry.Except....lots of pictures.....( LOTS OF STUFF ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2006|04:38 pm] |
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FUCKY FUCKY FUCK.
My hands have frozen into a solid lump of flesh and bone and muscle. It's the ARCTIC TUNDRA out there, I swear...I am a polar bear, however, so I can cope with these icy conditions.
You know people put live crabs in the freezer before they kill them to make them all sleepy so it's more humane (still seems pretty horrible to me)? That's what I think has happened to my brain. It's frozen into a stupour.
DANCIN SKELETONS, WHITE, BLUE AND YELLER 'UNS.
Eurgh, I just ate a load of stuff. WHY does the aroma of monster munch stay on your hands for half a million years after you've eaten them? Not that it was half a million years ago, more like......25 minutes.
I'm getting really shit at updating this thing, and my entries are becoming more.....rubbish....not that they ever were good or anything....I can't think straight right now, I'm so cold that I'm babbling incoherently to myself...this is taking me forver to type.
But I'm actually in quite a good mood. Don't know why. I want to smack some people in the face, but I'm feeling quite good.
I wrote a song, after not having written anything in ages. It's alright.
Oh god. I can't think of anything to say.
Last night I was running along the landing of my house as fast as it is physically possible to run (because my house is very tiny) and my sister opened the bathroom door in my face and we both screamed and screamed, then she stood staring at me in shock, then we fell over. Stupid.
Something extremely good happened, but I can't elaborate on it as of yet...this will all make sense at some point.
There's a new series of rock school - i got so obsessed with the last series because those private school fuckers became the objects of my OBSESSIVE HATRED...No. I don't hate anyone. I just....disliked them. INTENSELY.
I'm reading Wreckless Eric's autobiography. It's signed "TIM, DON'T DO THIS! ERIC".
Spangly cheeses, soapy lips
Squid scree pie extravaganza.
Ostracised ostrich oscillator.
Pink lemon window pane.
Fuck.
My brain is soupy.
AAAARGH!!
I'm going to go and roll around on the floor now. |
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| Bing bang bong |
[Jan. 24th, 2006|09:56 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Thee Milkshakes | ] |
Mrrrf.
Sorted the fancy dress thing. I'm going as a Boog. If anyone asks, I'll say I'm a human fly (..."and I dunno why..."...) or a space aphid. Space aphid. Aphid from planet....shit.
Nothing very interesting has been going on. On saturday a lot of Prendies went to Camden Underworld to see some bands....I didn't like any of the bands , but there was an extremely entertaining UV light in a corner. It made our teeth glow green and shit like that. Hours of mindless fun... That, combined with backcombing my hair into oblivion in the toilets made it an OK-ish night, cos the bands were B.O.R.I.N.G.
I like the Underworld as a venue, when I ever get a PROPER band together, I'll make sure we play there.
Woooo. I'm going to the Tate Modern tomorrow, for to draw...stuff. Then I will scurry round London on a DOUGHNUT RAMPAGE. I need doughnuts like a car needs petrol. Sad, but TRUE.
The whale in the Thames died! I was really sad about that. Poor thing.
MY TICKETS FOR THE MIGHTY BOOSH CAME IN THE POST LAST WEEK! Yesireee!! I am SO goddamn excited about this...
Need a good gig to go to. When I was at Underworld, I spotted a poster for Electric Eel shock with support from....Dragster (GASP!). SO want to go, but no-one would want to go with me...baah. |
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[Jan. 15th, 2006|01:07 pm] |
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Oh, fuck it.
My band split up on friday night. I was dumped over the phone, hahaha! Not that I give much of a shit because we were well crap anyway and they were always having a go at me for my musical taste....I'm sorry, but I couldn't stand the wankage they listen to...
So, it's the end of an era I suppose, we'd been going since I was 12 or 13...fuck me, that's a long time.
WHY don't bands ever want to work out? I was in another band for a while, but I could never come to rehearsals and so I got kicked out. They still play a song that I wrote...not that I mind, though, they're my friends and the song really suits their band . Then I was in another band, as the singer, and I was only asked to do it because they knew I was obsessed with eighties matchbox. So we had like 4 unproductive rehearsals and fizzled out.
It's not all bad - someone's asked me to do some guitaring for her, and I'm more than happy to oblige. And now I am going to concentrate on creating the band that my band should have been...sounding like guitars being strangled in a swamp, yum yum. Like Eighties Matchbox, Bauhaus, Alien Sex Fiend, Kyuss, Amen, The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown, the Gun Club, The Meteors, The Birthday Party, Bad Brains, Bird Blobs, QOTSA, Captain Beefheart, Inca Babies, Big Black, Einstuzende Neubauten and Braniac all at once...that is, if I ever stop being shit and can actually do that...Haha! Fat chance.
So. Enough of that.
I am pining for another Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster gig. Goddamit. That band have taken over my life.
I MIGHT BE GETTING AN ELECTRIC SITAR.
Oh, had to add this:
There's this awesome girl I know online, Becky (orlandos_gal) she totally rocks and I'm making her some bowie/bolan discs :D:D
There ya go, Becky... :P |
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| "It's on your trumpet case, asshole"... |
[Jan. 8th, 2006|10:06 pm] |
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I AM GOING TO TRY TO WRITE A LONG-ISH ENTRY.
"This is it. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee, try to stop me. Smee, you'd better get up off your ass. Get over here, Smee!"
Sorry.
Righty then. Here goes.
( MMMMMMMMMMMRRRFFF ) |
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[Jan. 5th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
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| | Captain Beefheart | ] |
Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh.
It's so fucking cold in England. Stupid England...
My madre is going to Auckland in march or summat...all by herself. Hmmm. She's lived in the UK since she was 18, so she's going to visit her mum again, but...I want to go. I love New Zealand. I don't like being half from here and half from there, because it's on the other side of the bloody planet. Tsk. Can't someone rearrange the geography of things? Although that would be most unwise indeed.
Ra ra ra. Big head, fat head, kangaroo rat head. La la sha hoo sha la la.
King Kong was rather good. Unsure about the "natives", seemed a very old-fashioned way of portraying them.
Lux Interior is 6 foot 6, 7 foot in stilletos. Gotta love him.
Where can a girl get hold of a sitar and a theremin? I need money, which means I need a job. Hmm. I'll end up spending my days mooching sullenly round Sainsburys, stacking tins of kidney beans. Sigh.
This entry is really crap.
Oh. And some pictures...Don Van Vliet...
( FAST AND BULBOUS ) |
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| XMASSSSSSSSSSSS |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|10:31 pm] |
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk,
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag,
You maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, my arse,
I pray god it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing
Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
I could've been someone
Well, so could anyone,
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I took them with me, babe
I kept them with my own
Can't make it all alone,
I've built my dreams around you...
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing
Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day....
Fooking love that song. Makes me feel a bit weepy...I love the Pogues. First band I ever loved....aaah. Saw a programme about that song on BBC3. When Shane Macgowan laughs, he makes a weird "KKKKKKKKKK!" noise. Terrifying. Nick Cave was on that programme!! Yay! Although he was sporting a rather revolting tache. Obviously going for the Mexican bandit look.
Aaaaaaaaaah.....Eighties Matchbox on tv....I almost wept. Lovely stuff. Amen were so goddam good as well, AND CASEY CHAOS IS SUCH A SWEETIE! He's so nice! Who'da thunk it, eh? I might have to kidnap him one day...hmmmmmm....
We just went to my aunt and uncle and cousin's house, as we always do on Xmas eve, so we did the whole presents thing with them. I recieved a kitsch plastic cup shaped like a skull (from Flying Duck, where I waste so much of my life) and an eyeball bracelet, to match my ring and necklace. Eyeballs and skulls!! My xmas is off to an excellent start!
It's so very nearly Xmas....and I'm ill! What crap. Got Scary Monsters And Super Creeps for my hermano to add to his Bowie collection, and a rather lovely Nook Art purse for my hermana.
I feel a bit sad cos this time last year I was in Auckland. Hmmmmm. It was warm there. I didn't have a cold and a headache and a sore throat then...Gaaaah.
Anyway. I'm off to have another Mighty Boosh-viewing marathon.
MERRY XMAS, ONE AND ALL!!
Hope you have mince pies up to your elbows and whatnot. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2005|05:10 pm] |
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First things first: an extremely important piece of information.
Tonight, on channel 4 at 1.05.....The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster AND Amen!!! WOOOHOOOO! I fucking wanted to go to that gig, but now they're showing it on tv again! Oh, there is a god, and CHANNEL 4 is his/her name.
Now. You really ought to watch it because it'll do you a world of good and you'll be moved by the mind-bending power of the sound emanating from your tv set and the wonderful human beings making said sound. Truly amazing.
Although...have to get padre to make the vhs player work. I tried to explain that it was a matter or life or death, but he didn't see it that way...tsk.
I'm feeling a bit more jolly today.
The Xmas tree is wonky. It looks decidedly weird...I wanted a bright blue plastic one. I'd put little plastic ufos and flamingoes on it. Maybe a pineapple on top.
I have to ring the Brighton Institute of Modern Music, I'm a lazy arse for not having done it already. I want to go there next year to do a guitar course and a live sound / tour management course. I better get my skates on...LAZY ARSE!
Wahey, it's nearly Xmas! Time to eat lots, open pressies, get pissed, watch crap movies...excellent! I haven't got anyone presents yet. I'm going to do it all on xmas eve...hahahaha...
I watched Natrual Born Killers last night. There's lots of violence, and lots of songs by Leonard Cohen. So it's very good. Like the way everything's interspersed with random stock footage and clips of stuff and so on. Verrr good. |
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| Pinched from Ella's journal... |
[Dec. 19th, 2005|06:57 pm] |
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| | Kyuss - Welcome To Sky Valley | ] |
Honestly, where are you now?
In a nuclear bunker beneath a purple mangrove swamp in a location I cannot disclose.
Honestly, have you ever failed a subject in high school?
Not yet...I've come close though.
Honestly, what's on your mind?
Being hungry and glum. The octopus tentacle protuding from my ear, which is bothering me.
Honestly, what is it that you really should be doing right now?
Geography coursework, ringing Rachel, Penny and Davi, taking the worm pie out of the oven.
Honestly, have you brushed your teeth today?
Yes. "Cleanliness is next to godliness!" Oh man, The Cable Guy!
Honestly, what did you do today?
Felt like attacking everyone.
Honestly, who is your best friend in the world?
Rachel and Davi. My copy of Horse Of The Dog, we love each other unconditionally.
Honestly, who is the hottest person you know?
...but that would be telling...
Honestly, are you a good friend?
Umm....I think so...I've never stabbed any of my friends or set them on fire, so I guess I'm doing pretty good.
Honestly, do you really think going to school is important?
No, it's shit. It wants to eat me.
Honestly, what are your dreams about mostly?
My dreams are fucking weird...globules of stuff and blob shaped fibre optic aliens. And certain people...
Honestly, what are you sad about right now?
I'd rather not go into that...
Honestly, what song are you listening to right now?
Asteroid, by Kyuss. Huuuuge. Sounds like big red earth and stuff.
Honestly, who do you want to meet/see at this very moment?
Someone who would cheer me up and present me with a stack of doughnuts. I need a good big hug.
Honestly, do you have a deadly disease?
Yep. And you've probably caught it from me....but I jest.
Honestly, do you hate someone right now?
Ha...ha...ha. I don't feel any hate at the moment...which is weird.
Honestly, who/what do you wanna hug right now?
Guy Mcknight and 2 people I'm not gonna tell you. :P
Honestly, are you bored?
I'm always bored. So bored I would play table tennis with my eyeballs. The only thing stopping me is I don't have any bats.
Honestly, who do you wanna slap right now?
Myself. For being an arse. I just did, and it hurt.
Honestly, are you in love right now?
No, only with the music of eighties matchbox and doughnuts.
Honestly, do you think he/she likes you?
Wha? Dunno. Don't think so. Probably concluded that I'm a right idiot/minger/loser.
Honestly, have you said what you feel for him/her?
No, I never do, which is a bit useless, I guess. You'll never know until you say. Maybe I should more often.
...I tried to answer them all as honestly as possible, I really did. |
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| Oh, yet more brilliance beyond brilliance!! |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|05:35 pm] |
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster last night at the ULU!! That was fucking HOLY.
Guy grabbed Rich and dragged him round the stage by his neck, he clambered on top of a big high monitor stack and when the security guy tried to get him to come down, he screamed in his face, he hurled himself at the audience, strangled himself with the mic lead, bashed the mic stand on the ground, screamed "WHY ARE YOU HERE??!" and stuff at everyone. GGGAAAAAAAAHHHHH. BLOODY AMAZING.
They did pretty much the same setlist as at the barfly on halloween, except they played I Hate The Blues instead of Surrender. I Hate The Blues sounds great live, but Surrender is just so very incredible and brilliant. The support bands were alright, the second one was quite good. Quite Nirvana/Mudhoney 90s grunge type of thing. Also, the ULU's a pretty good venue. It's not very big, but the sound is definately better than the Barfly (although Guy's mic cut out for a while).
I think I spotted the guitarist from Queen Adreena.
AND NOEL FIELDING WAS THERE!! WAAAARGH!! I "accidently" bumped into him a few times....*cough*.
So that was an amazing night, probably the best I've seen them since the Astoria last november. Can't fucking wait for next time, whenever that is...
Ah, Eighties Matchbox, how I loveth thee....well,too much really... |
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| "I hate the blues, baby, I hate the blues..." |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|10:07 am] |
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Gnfgh I'm hardly ever on this thing anymore, been wasting my life on myspace instead. I might delete this sometime because I never use it. *sighs*
STUFFSTUFFSTUFF!
1. Easter Island Moai. I painted one. It looked weird.
2. Doughnuts...I'm too obsessed
3. I'm leaving my band...they don't know yet (woooohooo...)
4. I'm going to see....Franz Furryhands on friday (yeah, I know it's not really my taste, but they're good, and I'm going with my best mate, WE WILL DANCE LIKE STAR IN THE LOST BOYS....her dancing always cracks us up)
5. Badnessmadness panic attacks seem to be going away (YESSSS FINALLY)
6. My guitar is still fucked
7. EIGHTIES MATCHBOX.....IN 6 DAYS!! Fuck YES.
8. Music I am loving right now: Eighties Matchbox (of course...the new song sounds like a cowboy rumble desert tumbleweed pistol duel....to me anyway), Alien Sex Fiend, The Screeches, The Ukelele Orchestra Of Great Britain (fuck me, YES. Went to see them for the second time on saturday, their version of Wuthering Heights is truly genius), Bird Blobs (lovelovelove them, very reminiscent of The Birthday Party and Beefheart too), Dragster, Demented Are Go, The Things, Bush Tetras, Black Fiction and some more stuff.
10. Ba da da da da dum.
Tra la la la
Little piggy in a barrel
Eating peppercorn pie
Oh no, my hat is greasy
I have some treacle in my eye
I'll put you in a nice big vat
And poke you all the day
Your brain is shiny like a gnat
Who fell in some shiny polish and got all creosoted and shiny stuff.
Argh.
Shimmyshimmyshimmy.
EDIT:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450345/
NONONONONONONONONONONNONONONONONONONONONONONNONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAARGGGH!! |
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[Nov. 17th, 2005|10:30 am] |
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Today is a boring, normal day.
Glum. Glum. Rhymes with plum.
Glum plum in a biscuit tin, eating fishfingers, yum yum yum.
Ahem.
I am sitting around, dancing (while seated) to She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult. That is a damn good song. I think they should've kept their name as Sothern Death Cult, that was very good.
MY GUITAR IS FUCKED UP! GAAAH.It just hasn't been the same since it got dropped down the stairs of the bus.... I really do need that beautiful Gretsch...but I'm also trying to save for a theremin. It sucks having no money, I'll be 88 by the time I can get a Grtesch. Ah well. In the meantime I guess I'll just have to sell my younger sister to medical science people.....hey, that's not such a bad idea.
Whooooooo yes, 20 days until I see Eighties Matchbox for the 5th time! Goodgoodgoodgood.
Here's some stuffsomestuff stuff stuff some stuff:
( Na na na na na naaaaah ) |
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[Nov. 10th, 2005|02:16 am] |
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Um, yes. I had to post this. Pete Murphy has an incredible face, I want it, but a girl version of it otherwise I'd look totally freakish. So here he is:
( She's in parties.... ) |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|10:52 am] |
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| | Bauhaus | ] |
Well.
I'm back.
From beyond the GRAVE. *Sings "Bela Lugosi's dead, UNDEAD, UNDEAD, UNDEAD!"*
Err, not really.
I really haven't been on this for ages! Foolish girl. That said, I really don't have anything that interesting to say. Except..... I fucking saw Eighties Matchbox again!!! The 4th time...it was beautiful. It was on Halloween at Camden Barfly. They came on with undead-looking facepaint, all hollow eyes and cheeks and stuff. They were AMAZING, as usual. Yhe new songs sounded fantastic, especially Surrender, which made me want to weep. I refrained, fortunately. At one point though, some idiot clambered on stage and grabbed Marc's mic and started singing along, and Guy kept shooting murderous looks at him. So I punched the bloke on the knee a bit. Then he jumped off (or was he pushed by Marc and Sym? that would have been very, very good) and knocked into me. GAAH. But it was amazing, and I can't wait for the next one.
In other news.....hmmm. can't think of anything.
Oh yeah! Rachel and I went down to Brighton the other week and spotted Nick Cave...again. He was wearing another gorgeous, dapper suit and fantastic pointy shoes....but he had a freaky moustache/goatee thing going on. Ah, the man is brilliant. Oh, and the play I went to was excellent, and the music was phenomenal.
The hairdressers fucked up my hair. It's a bit shit. I might cut it all myself. I want huge 80s deathrock hair, all big and black and great. Or a Bride Of Frankenstein beehive, lovelylovely.
I'm going to watch the fireworks on Blackheath. So if you'll excuse me.....
*resumes wailing, "UNDEAD UNDEAD UNDEAD...."* |
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[Oct. 14th, 2005|03:05 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | weird droning computer sound | ] |
Ah-whoo-gah-whoo-gah-ha-ha-ha.
I feel poop because I am very hungry. I eat lots, a bit like a combine harvester. MMmmm. Farm machinery, tasty tasty yumyum. CRUNCHY GOODNESS.
I'm going to an Icelandic play at the Barbican tonight, Nick Cave and Warren Ellis wrote the music. So I'm looking forward to that. Also eating at Wagamamas....mmmm.....FOOD.....
My head feels a little bit odd...
My hair is back to purplish again! Oh yes, indeed. It is quite dark.
I don't really have anything that interesting to talk about right now.
Ach noo!
Oh well. I'm just going to traipse downstairs to find something edible to ram in my gob.
Or not edible.
I'm THAT hungry.
Fare thee well......... |
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