Sunday, October 28, 2007

Fucked Over (Part Two)

Okay, here's the other mix I've been loving all week, from Supatronix's Youthful Implants.

It's nu-skool all the way down the line and all in all, it's pretty sick. Picked it up off funnily enough, always a good place to catch up on some music & read stupid yet funny stuff that people have written.

Sometimes I think I should just listen to jazz and relax (like this morning) but instead I put on breaks & there's surely no rest for the criminally restless.

Props !

Btw, I haven't been fucked over, just in case my mom is reading this !! Only musically, but in a good way. Whatever :)

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Fucked Over (Part One)

From - my new best friends (only they don't know it !)

Basically, this mix is sick. And if you don't grab it, that means you're a loser. Okay, tha'ts a bit harsh. Just grab it. Another mix is coming up. the black dog live at the sub club glasgow, 2007 - the black dog (36.50mb, 39:58mins) [right click here to save]

Domesticity Beckons (yeah right!)

As I mentioned, I have to move in December, the month that Jesus and half my family was born. December is a month of unexpected sunshine in the midst of cold on our cheeks; in the States it is also the perfect justification for consumer frenzies, fights in department stores with total strangers, petrol consumption, food consumption, over-voltaging your house with a million chains of lights, and countless other enviable sins. I just have to move house. And then - if all goes according to how I want it to - hop on a plane and land in George Bush International Airport, be whisked to Congress Avenue, change into a tanktop and a skirt and go sip margaritas outside at Guerros. Until then, I need to figure out a master moving plan. Last night was one of sheer decadence: wine, food, reading in bed, napping, more wine, more food and then sleep. So it's no surprise that I woke up at 7am. Got confused when I'd read about the clocks moving forwards, then realised that's happening LATER. Early starts are good. I knew it was time to get started on the moving project. Moving in 10 Easy Steps
  1. Check out rentals online. Realise that I probably want to get a 2 bedroom with someone else rather than a studio or 1 bedroom. Also that I can definitely find places in the area that I want to live(7 dials). Landsdowne Place is also lovely, as are parts of Hove so might be flexible.
  2. Make coffee. Then Chinese chrysanth tea. Then hot water with lemon. Back to coffee again. It's funny how quickly you need to drink these things before they suddenly go cold.
  3. Grab two black bin liners & then do nothing with them.
  4. Look through stuff and wonder what to do with it all. Decide to buy storage boxes.
  5. Throw old stuff away, one at a time - make a list of each thing thrown away with a promise to replace. Only one thing on that list at that moment, so not doing well.
  6. Put on an electro mix I have to write about and decide to look for an old email that has to do with another mixI want to download but forgot about.
  7. Go into the kitchen and talk to housemate about what to do with junk. He sold a box of junk on ebay and made £150. Also discovered that we don't have any vinegar in the house & that housemate cleans his records with lighter fluid. Tell him that's health and safety clearly out of the window. He nods and agrees.
  8. Don't add vinegar to list of things to buy but instead pick up the dabs newsletter & look through. Realise they probably don't do phones.
  9. Realise room looks exactly the same minus an empty wine bottle and a few envelopes.
  10. Step 10 - decide to stop faffing around and just get on with it all. Which I am.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Awake (barely)

"People with turbulent lives who spend their time on the phone are sexual freelancers." -- Karl Lagerfeld (Lagerfeld Confidential) I'm definitely a light-weight these days. Six o'clock in the morning is pretty major for me, and it's now six-fifty. It's the day of the conference that I've been helping a group of volunteer reps organise. We've been moving towards this day since April, and I'm very excited for my group, who are opening up an important dialogue between health and social care . I decided in advance that I'm not going to panic about what I'm wearing today (I'm not meeting any ambassadors or heads of state, so fuck it). Gave Donnie some fresh brocolli, monkey nuts and seed mixture (he opted for a monkey nut on this occasion). Made very strong coffee. Bring up the Village Voice website and stare at that for a while. Yesterday I got news that my best friend, who lives in NYC, was in a fairly serious accident involving the freight elevator at work (Barnes & Nobles). She manages author readings for the main shop, which are daily. The day before yesterday they had Tony Bennett. The singer. For some reason he didn't want to use the main elevators so she had to use the back ones. Tony got out, she went flying through some gap and on to concrete & steel. She's ok, but still in hospital :(

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

A cunning plan, albeit a late one

My friend Mark sent over a link to the German wings 0 euro special on flights, which is giving me all sorts of crazy ideas -- how about I get over to Cologne, then shimmy over to Berlin & dip into Dresden? Like, right about now? Or maybe in the 3 week vicinity? I'm poring over maps as I do my homework & it seems like a winning plan. I might book the flights tomorrow, but I'd better check with work -- they might not like me suddenly not turning up to work for a few random days ! Hm. Maybe not the best of of times, but then, I'm getting somewhat existential about life & I need to go on a new adventure soon. So what if I'm moving home in a few months. Por que no? Who needs plans when reality is in the here-and-now?

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

A new twist in the story so far....

Potential house nightmare, or the final eviction in the Big Brother house For those of you who don't know, my housemates & I have been told that we have to move in 2 months time. We haven't had the legalese through the letter box yet, but with the luxury condominiums nearly complete next door & the knowledge that our house being knocked down is on the cards, it seems pointless to prolong the inevitable. The Palace will soon be no longer. I know how much I've complained about it all in the past. How many months I toyed with the idea of moving out, only to change my mind, dig my heels in and stick it out. Today I officially stopped being annoyingly sentimental & maudlin about it, to the point where there is nothing more to say. I'm excited about finding a new place to live (in Brighton) & having a fresh start. The social whirl After Le Name in late September, the pace of life stepped up a notch -- with critical work for AudioActive (youth music charity) becoming an urgent priority, increased demands on my time with the freelance work I was doing, and a valiant effort on my part to balance the need to be a sane & professional worker during the week with the need to be a hedonistic party animal on the weekend. Um, did I just write that? Le Name was 4 days of good wholesome French fun, but it in no way prepared me for the next three weekends, which were completely mental and got me into lots of trouble, but hey ! I'm fine now. Weekend 1: Positive 15th Birthday: started at Audio, moved on at 3am to Funky Buddha Lounge, then at 5am moved on to Magnus's flat where we partied until Sunday afternoon and I made a wobbly uphill walk up to PV to meet Kesh for a roast. In the midst of all that, I also managed to pop out for Kesh's leaving drinks at the Fish Bowl, talk loads of rubbish to my friends & then return to the party. Classic. Weekend 2: Kesh's leaving meal at Planet India, followed by a drink at All Time Top 100 at Cosmo bar to say hi to Jim. Mex from Black Grass was playing rap. Headed on to White Rhino at the Volks to party with Barney & that posse, as well as Kat & her new man. Cut up the dance floor with VJ Spank & the Y-Inter boys, then ran into a face from the past....and that was me done for the night. I did manage to get quite a bit of writing done on Saturday, but the night saw me dancing at Black Lion to Fat Daddy's dj sets, then on to Grant & Ben's friend's amazing flat (they had a trampoline & a punching bag) for continued party. I learned that "And the Beat Goes On" is NOT by Shalamar but by the Whisperers. On Sunday, I shivered through fear & loathing, but topped the night off with lovely visits to my friend's new flat and to hang out with a cool boy. Weekend 3: It hurts me almost to write about this past weekend. Friday night - after work drinks with the people in my building. After being flooded in an endless wave of Tuaca and GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE I KNOW I WAS PROBABLY ACTING SHAMELESSLY, I got pushed into a taxi and sent home. Cut to 2 o'clock in the morning. Wake up in my bed & think "shit, I've missed the party!" Who do I know would be awake? Barney ! I ring him & he says, "yeah, come on over!". He and Paul My Finger are wasted - they insist I play Aquasky's "Overneath" TWICE! We head over to Gwen's, dance around, talk bollocks, I totally mess up my waxing appointment twice, lose my bank card, and end up crashing at Barneys so I can pull myself together. This does not happen as quickly as I imagine, and after eating Grubs, drinking rose and listening to Kraftwerk while starting at the seam of Barney's sofa, I start to feel marginally more awake. Then everyone comes back, rugby is blasting, Plum is screaming, we're drinking champagne, and then suddenly I'm at Audio dancing to D. Ramirez. Near the end, I decide to leave, but realising I have no housekeys, I realise I can't get flyers & I'm fairly stuffed at 2.30 in the morning without either. So I end up at Pressure Point for Beat Circus, which I've been meaning to go to for ages & Mark, Heather & Matt are there, which is just sheer luck. Mark & head upstairs, it's insane, Sarah & Cecil are there, I can go on and on telling you everything because this weekend just does not stop and thank god it did........ The end It's Tuesday night and I feel sober and pretty good I guess. My yin/yang is still out of whack (too much acid in my stomach, mucus thing) so today my acupuncturist prescribed me chrysanthemum tea, which I'm supposed to have twice a day. It's not bad. My session was better today. Vivian explained that when the needles sting when they go in means that I have energy blocks. I thought a lot about this as I fell into a deep dark sleep on the treatment table. I think I can probably keep clean this week -- I sure as hell need to. My hamster is crunching out the beat to Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here"and at night I dream that I am taking pictures of Owen Wilson who poses with a sunglass-wearing poodle as they hang out in a tent. I need the mental energy to block out my work colleagues who complain ceaselessly about EVERYTHING, which I find totally draining, as well as to carry on with the final arrangements for next Wednesday's conference. Slacker's is on Saturday & I need to be on my best behavior for that, for sure. More importantly, I need to get back to my novella, worry about finding a new place to live & try to eek out some sort of life that doesn't involve self-important assholes or vague artists. What happened to the days when the only thing I had to do was write and drink tea?

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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Early Saturday evening treat

Something to listen to while I get ready for Breakdown at Concorde 2 this Saturday !

My friend Sam Hell is up on this one.....

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Sunday, October 07, 2007

Le Name Festival - Word Up (literally)!

How I find the time to work full-time, go out, get smashed, become obsessed with music for 20 out of 24 hours in a day and still find time to write is always beyond me. Honestly. Here is my feature on Le Name Festival, which took place last month, and which I enjoyed the first leg of the whistlestop electro tour in Lille/Roubaix. Enjoy !

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Wednesday, October 03, 2007

4th October 07, 8.20am : Meet me on the seafront between the two piers

Monday, October 01, 2007

The Rum Diary

St James's Tavern, on St James's Street, serves over 50 different types of rum. Like letters in the alphabet, I stared at the long list scribbled up on the chalkboard. I decided, upon the suggestion of my friend Ollie Glass, that each one would be mine, one shot at a time. I'm hoping friends will join me on this journey. 1. Santa Teresa (Venezuela) - £2 per shot Amy: "It was like walking into a national forest full of redwood trees and taking a bite." Ollie: "There's the high notes, very sweet, distinctly sweet and um it kinda oversteeped the tone of the middle and bass section. It quickly dissipated and then the midsection was hurriedly introduced. Could have spent more time in transition....(can't read my notes)...the rum tried in its way to be free. The bass, like the rest, quiet, too dull to be understated.

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