barrynicolson (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} barrynicolson) wrote,@ 2004-12-17 19:39:00 |
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Some Words Can Cut You Like The Sharpest Blade - I Don't Love You Anymore
And so it is finally done. Ten days. 6000 words. Countless bottles of Grolsch. Yes, the essays are finally finished, and now I can get on with the serious business of finishing my 1200 word Bright Eyes album reviews for NME. The new Bright Eyes albums are so fantastic, that I really want to give them 9 and 10 respectively ('Digital Ash In A Digital Urn' is the first perfect record of 2005, Kain's debut album - provisionally titled 'Bum Tit', I'm told - will be the other), but I probably won't be able to get away with it. Despite the fact that they're both unbelievably brilliant.
I fly out to New York on Monday, the on to New Orleans on Thursday, which will be weird because I won't be spending Christmas with my little brother, which mean's I don't get to hog GTA: San Andreas from him on Christmas morning. Still, I'll be in New York for New Year, which means I won't have to deal with the usual Hogmanay rigmarole of falling out with friends and family members when I get a bit drunk and emotional (as I am prone to do). Hopefully New York will throw up a few interesting LJ posts (apologies these have been really boring recently, my life has been kind of academically-focussed recently - it won't last, fear not), as even though my main partner-in-crime across the Atlantic, the irrepressible Ultragrrrl, has given up drinking, my new friends The Bravery are unlikely to ever stop drinking, and therefore are a constant source of drunken misbehaviour. Ace! I'm also looking forward to meeting up with Stellastarr* and hopefully conning Shawn into letting me hear some of the stuff from their new album, which I can't wait for. I don't know why Stellastarr* aren't at least as big as Franz Ferdinand or Razorlight, but they sure as fuck deserve to be. And yes, Girlatomic, I shall be keeping my eyes open for the new location of Wizkid Management...
On an unrelated note, I went to see The Bluetones at the Barfly on Tuesday night. It was a gig of two halves. The first half I missed, the second one I didn't. But let's face it, when the first half has apparently been plagued by phantom technical faults and the second half boasts the double-whammy of 'Never Going Nowhere' and 'If...', I think it's safe to say I made the right choice. Not enough stuff from 'Return To The Last Chance Saloon' and my god is Mark Morriss looking old these days, but hey, Britpop dreams are not revisited lightly.
Quick Question - When will The Killers stop releasing the SAME FUCKING SINGLES over and over again? Surely there must be some kind of Mormon law against it?
And so it is finally done. Ten days. 6000 words. Countless bottles of Grolsch. Yes, the essays are finally finished, and now I can get on with the serious business of finishing my 1200 word Bright Eyes album reviews for NME. The new Bright Eyes albums are so fantastic, that I really want to give them 9 and 10 respectively ('Digital Ash In A Digital Urn' is the first perfect record of 2005, Kain's debut album - provisionally titled 'Bum Tit', I'm told - will be the other), but I probably won't be able to get away with it. Despite the fact that they're both unbelievably brilliant.
I fly out to New York on Monday, the on to New Orleans on Thursday, which will be weird because I won't be spending Christmas with my little brother, which mean's I don't get to hog GTA: San Andreas from him on Christmas morning. Still, I'll be in New York for New Year, which means I won't have to deal with the usual Hogmanay rigmarole of falling out with friends and family members when I get a bit drunk and emotional (as I am prone to do). Hopefully New York will throw up a few interesting LJ posts (apologies these have been really boring recently, my life has been kind of academically-focussed recently - it won't last, fear not), as even though my main partner-in-crime across the Atlantic, the irrepressible Ultragrrrl, has given up drinking, my new friends The Bravery are unlikely to ever stop drinking, and therefore are a constant source of drunken misbehaviour. Ace! I'm also looking forward to meeting up with Stellastarr* and hopefully conning Shawn into letting me hear some of the stuff from their new album, which I can't wait for. I don't know why Stellastarr* aren't at least as big as Franz Ferdinand or Razorlight, but they sure as fuck deserve to be. And yes, Girlatomic, I shall be keeping my eyes open for the new location of Wizkid Management...
On an unrelated note, I went to see The Bluetones at the Barfly on Tuesday night. It was a gig of two halves. The first half I missed, the second one I didn't. But let's face it, when the first half has apparently been plagued by phantom technical faults and the second half boasts the double-whammy of 'Never Going Nowhere' and 'If...', I think it's safe to say I made the right choice. Not enough stuff from 'Return To The Last Chance Saloon' and my god is Mark Morriss looking old these days, but hey, Britpop dreams are not revisited lightly.
Quick Question - When will The Killers stop releasing the SAME FUCKING SINGLES over and over again? Surely there must be some kind of Mormon law against it?
