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[Mar. 11th, 2005|01:53 pm] |
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I listen to British Sea Power's Fear Of Drowning and I miss all those good times, me and Ruth banging Noble's head while he wore a drum like a hat, Yan's intense stir, walking into a building and never ever being quite prepared for the experience. No other band has catapulted me out of my body and filled me with such spirit as British Sea Power. Call it pretentious if you will to dress the stage with foliage, play to a backing track of spitfire sounds and run around the stage after a pantomime bear, but how many bands with such an elaborate stageshow can actually back it up with lifechanging music? There's a real deep-rooted magic in these sounds, I press play and am halted mid-step, engulfed in witty, intellectual lyrics and tangled up in those sentimental and warmingly familiar sounds, each note attached to a vivid memory. I wish their upcoming London show wasn't sold out, I really need a fix. Atmosphere, beauty, art. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2005|04:11 am] |
I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman,
Just like Anna Ingunn's mom,
The gladiator of all fisherman's wives,
Makes it a lot easier thinking of you,
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time,
Working hard in the day,
Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt,
In the night when you go to bed,
You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing,
The boat breathing,
And the only thing,
The only thing you can think of is me,
Waiting for you,
by the window,
With the brightest red lipstick on my lips,
Just like Anna waits for her man,
How will I learn,
I'll wait...
:: swoons :: |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|10:22 am] |
So me and flatmate Adam sometimes end up having these random conversations where some quality quotes emerge from nowhere. I posted one a while bike where he called me the king of lo-fi because I didn't put butter on my toast.
Me: I've gotta go put some posters up around Knights Park.
Adam: 80% of your music I think I could actually get quite into, and then ... well, there should be laws.
That's what I'll miss the most about the Gavhole. Good times. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|10:19 am] |
I wish my mother was literate, here's an extract from an e mail she just sent me.
THINK-vomit....kittens....daisies.... have you
thought abouthaving man hanging out of windo throwing
daisies,person sofa covered in daisies-works for
me-would come to your dj spot any time for more daisy
related entertainment. o well
God it's a task reading a whole page full of that, it's bad enough trying to decode her text messages. |
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[Mar. 6th, 2005|04:20 pm] |
I said I'd start updating again and I will, starting with this.
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[Dec. 18th, 2004|11:26 am] |
Flatmates Adam: Are you eating that toast dry?
Mister_Gav: Yeah, the fridge is all the way over there.
Flatmate Adam: You are the king of lo-fi. Everything you do, lo-fi. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|06:27 am] |
It's got to the point where I'm feeling impatient about getting to see my family now. In three hours I'll have handed my last piece of coursework for the year in and will have no responsibilities. I have an entire day, no money and no plans. Friday is filled with Matt's Nightwish breakfast followed by the next train to Waterloo and another fun filled evening at Dirty Water but right now I'm finishing up my final storyboard and I don't don't know what I'm gonna do with myself when this finished - I'll have no distractions from the fact that in two days I get to see Ruthy and the Bennett massive. Dayamn!
Oh well, I guess these means another day spent pissing th eneighbours off with Thee Headcoats and Shitmat all day. Not a bad idea methinks. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|12:12 am] |
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Somebody in my halls has been playing Little Richard really loud all day. It was pretty cool at first but now it's gone midnight and he's singing along and clapping like a dork. It's gertting old. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2004|09:39 pm] |
How did the guy get up the hill?
With his really massive pulsating cock! |
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[Dec. 15th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
Well I did my presentation yesterday, I decided I couldn't beat people on the confidence thing so I did three essays to put everyone to shame. Italian Neo Realism, Nouvelle Vague and Dogme 95 - what was great is that the French mostly ripped off the Italians and Dogme 95 just copied every fucking move the French made (not that they followed any of them).
Then I handed in my Citizen Kane essay today - felt good to get it in but I'm sure it sucks. There are no quotes in it whatsoever. Ah well, a pass is all I need.
Tomorrow morning I hand in my film and the logbook, I need to do an evaluation and some storyboards but it's mostly done, the book is really bulging from all the stuff I sellotaped into it (secondary school as hell). We finished and burned the DVD last night, it sucks but it's done. It feels awesome to get everything in on time.
Beard (and monacle) week is nearly over but we've had some good times, here are a few memories.
The prize goes to Alex for not only having two monacles but on closer inspection you'll notice that both of his monacles also have beards.
Also, check this out.
http://ogfhc.com/SheDoesLookBetter.htm
It looks like we weren't the only ones celebrating beard week.
Sigh, I can hardly wait for next year. This was the best beard week ever! |
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[Dec. 15th, 2004|02:28 pm] |
Doing my presentation on Nouvelle Vague yesterday I was reminded of my ultimate movie crush so here's a few swoontastic pictures of the beautiful miss Anna Karina for you all to enjoy.
All I really need in life is a bouquet of flowers, a plane ticket to France and a time machine. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2004|02:25 pm] |
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Laid on my bed, a beautiful mess, my whole world, my jigsaw girl. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2004|06:11 am] |
There's a fly in my room and every now and then I hear it buzz past my head.
For some reason I can't stop breaking wind tonight.
I guess that would explain the fly. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2004|02:30 pm] |
Who'd have thought that writing an essay on Citizen Kane would be boring?
I have veggie lincolnshire sausages, mash and beans for my dinner. And about eight bottles of Stella. You heard me right, I'm gonna drink on my own.
So today I bought my train ticket back to Grimsby. I'm quite dreading it, I've grown used to sitting around in my underwear playing death metal at three in the morning and eating supernoodles for every meal. I'm gonna miss my life here, it's been rather whirlwind at the minute - as time goes on my ideas of what life in London was gonna be like become more and more real - friends from all over the world, grubby food, too much drinking, plenty of dorky films and at least two lifechanging gigs per week. I've never been happier. It's all gonna be put on hold for three weeks so I can live under somebody else's roof in the most miserable town known to man.
Oh well, at least there's Xtinamas to look forward to, I got everyone awesometacular presents this year and can't wait to see the look of disappointment on their faces when they all think my ideas were shit. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2004|02:03 pm] |
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Age is wasted on the old. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2004|09:59 pm] |
The other day I went to answer my phone and the girl I'm doing my practical production with found my log book in which I spend a page saying how she had nothing but shit ideas which ripped off other shit ideas such as her brother's awful scripts. She wasn't happy.
And yesterday I went down to Notting Hill to get my Dirty Water tickets and the black guy who plays steel drums outside Rough Trade was wearing his santa outfit again, I love that guy. Who would've thought that santa was a black homeless guy who plays a steel drum?
Underground Railroad were so good last night that I'm trying to get up to Hull tomorrow for their next show, Leicester on Wednesday and then good old London town for their last. I've never followed a band around for more than two shows on a tour before, I feel kinda stalkerish but I'm craving that buzz they gave me. I think I'll cry when they go back to Paris - cry while buying a plane ticket probably.
My parent's friend is coming down tomorrow to pick up my Christmas stuff and bring it to Grimsby for me in her car. As a thankyou I made her a mix cd with all my current favourites on it so it's a really messy mish mash of everything from Lonnie Johnson to Pig Destroyer - there's even a happy hardcore track on there somewhere. It's a hideous listening experience and unless she likes a wide range of stuff I'm afraid that next time I see her she might well pelt rotten fruit at me while vomiting broken glass through her nostrils.
If you stink, post this message in your livejournal. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2004|01:43 am] |
I spent my entire night working on this fucking film production log which is due in on Thursday, I'm determined to do the entire thing start to finish tonight and finish editing tomorrow morning before heading into London to finish my Christmas shopping and get my hindquarters over to the Dirty Water Club for my weekly eardrum bursting. It's The Skellingtons, The Underground Railroad and The Dee Rangers tomorrow and I have no idea who any of them are but my guess is they're scuzzed up and heavily influenced by sixties garage rock since ninety percent of Dirty Water bands are. Yay! Then I have the whole weekend to spend on such gayities as writing an academic essay on the breakfast table montage from Citizen Kane, filming Charlotte and Dom's voiceovers for the practical production and preparing a presentation on Italian Neo Realism. And that's not even mentioning the lectures I'll be attending. God damn, I am gonna be one tired-assed guy by this time next week!
On the more humorous side I went into Shakeaway recently and ordered a hot christmas log with brandy sauce. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2004|08:09 pm] |
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If anyone's interested Billy Childish's ear sweat tastes like cabbage. I got a mouthful of it on Friday when telling him he was a king among men. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2004|07:11 pm] |
I haven't had a shower in about two weeks so when i get back to my room I always take off my top to avoid the stink spreading. I also lock my door because I don't want people seeing my nipples when said garments are removed. But I don't want my flatmates to think I'm locking my doors to masturbate - the solution is to not let them know that I lock my door at all. So today when I was halfway through locking and somebody walked out of the kitchen I had to hold my position and not let the door click until they'd gone into their room. It felt like forever.
Yesterday London-based Katy who I shall be moving in with next year asked me how I felt about moving in with some people whose names I don't even remember. I'm not happy at all, I'll be the one film studies student in a house with five creative writing kids. There'll be pageturning at stupid o clock in the morning, the sound of pencil sharpening will never end, I'm not a happy boy.
After Televizzle Studies yesterday I went to Knights Park bar with Camille and her French American English (frog yank limey) friend Sam. She went off to the doctor's for about ten minutes and by the time she got back Sam hated my guts. I don't remember quite how but I insulted all her favourite bands, made fun of her several nationalities and call her a drunkard about fifty times. Later she got her revenge by telling me I should get my grandma a walker for Christmas.
Me : A walker? That's horrible. She can walk!
Her : Oh, then perhaps like a stairlift.
Me : She can climb stairs! Plus my parents got her a coffin and it might step on their toes a little. Perhaps a tombstone.
Her : Yeah or maybe you could get gift vouchers for a funeral. They ease the pain a little. Maybe even give it with the coffin as a giftpack.
Me : A giftpack! :: dies ::
God, it was horrible. She's coming to the Dirty Water Club on Friday as well, I'm terrified.
In other news I have a whole evening to myself and nothing to do but watch Citizen Kane a few times and eat pasta. Whoever said being a student was hard is a lying tosspot, this is the life! Shit, i'd better get a shower, this shirtless business is just silly. |
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