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Sat 23rd July 2011 "I taught myself how to play guitar, which was a bad decision, because I didn't know how to play it. So I was a shitty teacher. I would never have went to me." - Mitch Hedberg |
Fri 22nd July 2011 |
Thu 21st July 2011 Played the Silver Bullet open mic in London last night, first time I've done anything like that in a while but I feel pretty good about it. Billy Corgan's opinions are always slightly hit n miss, but I do believe he makes some good points in this part of a recent Interview With IFC |
Wed 20th July 2011 Why oh why is everything under the sun happening on 30th July in Berlin & 13th Aug in New York? The latter is the day of 2011 Huggabroomstock with Heiko's great band Space Rainbows on the bill, also Laura Stevenson & The Cans are playing at Europa in Brooklyn that evening and a new favourite band of mine, Widowspeak, play the Bowery Ballroom that night too. It's not likely I'm gonna make it to the States for then anyway, but still. I got an advanced copy of the phenomenal Widowspeak album which I can't share with you yet (unless you e-mail me, maybe..) but this older track is also great: |
Tue 19th July 2011 I always get a little sad when I hear music by Clara Day, previously of MoonDaySpeaks, a naturally creative force that, ten years ago, I was jealous of, and today am simply in awe of. I always considered her to have intense talent & stunning songs, I only wish that one day she'll find herself in a good recording space & release some of her genius to the world. Here's just one of many, many beautiful songs she's written & recorded. Gives me the chills: |
Mon 18th July 2011 |
Mon 18th July 2011 In my recent readings of Othello I've noticed that Shakespeare seems to make a kindof comparison between Jealousy in the passionate man, and that same vice in the man of cold intellect. Othello is generally seen as good, almost heroic, though he strangles his innocent wife, believing her to be unfaithful. Deceived, confused & overwhelmed, he somehow escapes the play with our admiration, respect & understanding intact. He's human; one of us. Iago, jealous of Cassio & suspecting Othello with his own wife, takes the indirect path of calculated revenge. Both end in ruin, but only the passionate man's good reputation lives on in both spheres. Interestingly, it is the more intelligent man, with complete intellectual mastery of his emotions, who is finally referred to as an inhuman dog. Both men kill their own wife. These lines of Wilde spring to mind: Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. And somehow this Magnetic Fields verse, which never leaves me: We have walked in ancient times And we've been burned for many crimes, We have ended many lives But we never really died; You have the sun, I have the moon. |