me again. the gig is on wednesday and i'm still learning lyrics for the new songs. oh well, it's a free gig, if i mess up mid-song then no one can ask for their money back. hopefully it'll go okay. demitri martin's show 'spiral bound' at the edinburgh festival was everything i hoped it would be. my broccoli and cheese sauce dinner last night was everything i was hoping it wouldn't be. the entire meal ended up in the bin and i staggered from the kitchen retching as a whiff of the monstosity i'd created caught my nose. i smashed a plate as i threw it into the sink such was my disappointment. and they say broccoli is healthy. balls.
i'll be honest. i'm a worrier and sunday nights are usually pretty sad evenings for me. i find sunday night a time of reflection, i don't know why this is the case. they fill me with dread. maybe coz the week has died and a new one is going be begin and it's like starting from the beginning all over again and this can be a time of hesitation or anxiety. for me i think it stems from worrying about having to go to school after being happy for two days.
i usually don't enjoy sunday nights, but tonight was life affirming coz i was lucky enough to see the japanese trio the 5,6,7,8s (think kill bill) at barfly in glasgow and they were such fun, it was a fantastic end to the week. or beginning to the week, however u wanna see it. usually on a sunday night i wanna lock myself away and stop my brain from reflecting, but i'm glad i went out. everyone was up for a good time. glasgow audiences are the best. it's a cliche and you hear bands say all the time that they enjoyed playing here the most of all their uk dates, but i can understand why. so thanks 5,6,7,8s for making my sunday night one of joy. they've been going since 1986 which is amazing.
it's funny coz one of the bands i love the most - the flaming lips - have been going since then too, and if you read /hear interviews with wayne coyle of the band then u realise how much it means to them to be achieving a certain level of recognition. and how gratifying that must feel! to believe in what u're doing through all the hard times and having an audience love you in the end. it's what makes live music so special. we're lucky here in glasgow that bands love playing here. people are wanting to have a good time here, life's too short. so i'm off to bed a happy monkey. on a sunday too. that doesn't happen very often. incidently, chris has a giant carboard cutout of uma thurman. he was last seen wandering up the road from my flat clutching her under his arm. that doesn't happen very often either. good things that don't happen very often are important and should be cherished.
i'm feeling more at ease tonight after a really pleasant rehearsal with guitarist chris. not only is he a great web guru (who's just made a fancy messageboard/guestbook thingy, go have a look!) but he's also a superb guitarist too. we were going through a new bunch of songs we're planning on doing at my next gig in bar brel. there's about 5 or 6 new ones i think we're doing, the night should be made up of two sets; one with the band kind of unplugged and the other just with chris and i doing slower picky numbers. have i said this already? if i have please ignore me, my mind is a bit like soup at the moment. not clear soup, but thick, gloopy soup. or maybe we'll mix and match band/duo songs at brel. mixing and matching might be better actually. hopefully i'll find more about how the night will run soon.
i think tonight's been good therapy. i think i sang better tonight too coz i was meaning it all, especially in the new ones that i'm loving playing. so i feel like i've let something out that wasn't doing me any good. i just need to keep playing i think..
chris and i are supposed to be going over to edinburgh on friday evening to play some songs and have a chat with edinburgh festival radio 106.9FM but it may now be in doubt due to things not being quite ready in their studio. i'll find out more soon.
hello. i'm still here but i'm going through a bit of a quiet phase which probably isn't a good idea coz sometimes it's better to let things out than to hold them in. i also found a tape full of seinfelds which has been a welcome distraction during the last few nights. risotto may be some people's comfort food, but seinfeld is my comfort entertainment.
i taped a short film by an american stand up comedian / writer called demitri martin a while back (having seen it first time around and wanting to see it again) and i was watching it back this weekend. here's what a reviewer wrote about it back when it was first aired....i just found this on google.
After several years of yawning inconsequentiality, Comedy Lab remains little more than a community art project for the misshapes, mistakes and misfits deemed too boring/awkward/rubbish for the real comedy world. Cue Demitri Martin, who opened the latest series by generously donating a short film called 12.21. We tried to hand it back but he wouldn’t hear of it, even though we were really quite insistent. A whining, twee-hugging indie kid with delusions of adequacy and an excruciatingly adolescent view of love, he used equations and cartoons in an effort to express his innermost thoughts. It was like trying to get to sleep with Belle and Sebastian’s brass section trapped in one’s pyjama bottoms (ie inexpressibly irritating) and it made us want to hit something (preferably Martin) very hard indeed
everything she says i disagree with. simple as that. i found it sweet and touching. i wonder if she's ever tried to create anything worthwhile in her life (apart from poor jokey desciptions of other people's art that she then has to explain in brackets so we get it - take this as an example). i'm hoping to see demitri's live show in edinburgh during the fringe festival. www.demitrimartin.com
yup, ban tuesdays too.
this cheered me up though. it's a photo taken on a train in tokyo RIGHT NOW. i've just been sent it this very minute. isn't that amazing? technology shrinks the world. wow. :)
i feel like i'm waiting on a delivery of something. it's a weird feeling. i'm feeling in limbo, in no-man's land i suppose. in a desert where everything looks the same and everything is flat and i'm waiting to come across a little town or a camel. or maybe i'm waiting for a helicopter to come along, a ladder to drop, me to climb up and be whoosed away by unknown rescuers. i'm not dehydrated or anything. i'm not tired, i'm fit and quite philosophical and calm. i'm doing okay but am waiting really patiently and wondering what the hell is taking so long coz i know they're on the way. all very strange.
that's not a new set of lyrics below, i'm just in a strange monday mood and have been thinking about vegetarianism since my friend had a full veggie breakfast on sunday and i had the carnivore's platter. he was going to tell me a story about sausages but then decided it wasn't a good idea (coz i'd just ordered my meat feast) then later i forgot to ask him to reveal all. i'm sure i can guess what gruesome info he was going to tell me, but maybe i'm in denial. i think monday is my least favourite day of the week. or maybe sunday is actually, although i had a good day yesterday with friends and guiness. generally though, i'd be quite happy to go from saturday to tuesday. or maybe saturday to wednesday. did you have a nice weekend? i fell asleep in the park on saturday but i had my bag attached to my body so no one could steal it from me. it was a really warm day, some vitamin D was just what i needed. i'd like some more so fingers crossed the sun will get his hat on again soon.
i once went to the butchers
to order some juicy meat
i wanted chicken gibblets
but they only had some feet
so i took home these little legs
and soaked their toes in wine
i roasted them at 200 degrees
and boy did they taste fine
chicken chicken you died for me
now look at you, you're lying with peas
and carrots, spuds and even corn
surely this wasn't why u were really born?
so next time you decide to devour a roast
remember that you're eating a chicken ghost
you're better off with some healthy veg
or perhaps a slice of toast instead.
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