wise old tramp

Often, when I'm alone, I trawl the internet for music to listen to. And if you're anything like me you may well do the same thing. Well here's a new task for me to undergo. I'm going to find some fantastic mp3s, all of which will be legally offered for download (as far as I'm aware), and I'll put links on here. Hopefully you'll then listen to them and enjoy them. Please feel free to let me know your favourites as well.
HERE GOES...

I Should Have Kissed You When I Had The Chance
by
Casiotone For The Painfully Alone
Beautifully glitch-y electronic stuff. I feel like I shoud be pushing a trolley around a supermarket right now.

ABC
by
The Pipettes
Harmonies and stuff from loverly girls from Brighton with a Phil Spector fixation. I propose that if there's ever a new series of Scooby Doo (not the dodgy film version!) that this soundtracks ALL the scenes where they run in and out of doors in a hallway.

I'm Not Like That
by
The Legend!
Back to brighton, this time to a slightly scarier area. Eerily delightful.

I have seen the film Ghostbusters more times than I have seen any other film. Just so you can get some idea how often I have seen this film, here's a list of just about all the lines said by the token black character Winston Zeddemore (played by the great Ernie Hudson)(save for the little bit in the car when he's talking to Ray about the old testement)

"If there's a steady paycheque in it, I'll believe anything you say"

"That's a big twinkie"

"Tell him about the twinkie"

"Your honour, I've only worked with the guys for a couple of months but I've seen shit that'll turn you white"

"ray, when someone asks if you're a god you say yes" (my personal fave)

"I love this town"

Now, i'm well aware that this is not a complete list, but here's your chance to shine! why not try and fill the gaps yourself? could be fun.

i. am. bored. v. v. bored.
i've listened to The Menace by Elastica apporximately 2.8 times this afternoon. I'm going through a little bit of a 'post-britpop' resurgance as of late. In the past couple of days i've listened to 13 by Blur, I Should Coco by Supergrass and A Different Class (which is very much a britpop album) by Pulp. What does this mean?
I suspect there will be a new-wave of britpop bands in about 5-7 years. As I type this the country is undergoing somekind of eighties revival. The Cure and Morrissey are on tour. Bands are trying to sound like a mixture between Robert Smith, Mark E. Smith and The Smiths. Oh, and Joy Division. In about 3-4 years we'll have a rash of 'nu-grunge' bands, or rather bands who feel the need to sing like that awful Eddie Vedder chap and where horribly ill fitting flannel shirts.
But what happens after the britpop revival? Do we get Nu-Nu-Metal? Or will we have to put up with The Stereophonics comeback tour?

Vintage Slide Collections From Seattle, Vol.1
She's only 10. Listen to her.
Rachel Pina Trachtenburg plays drums and sings in a band with her dad, Jason, whilst mum Tina Pina shows the slides. And this where it all gets a little bit conceptual.
There are these slides, right, that the Family have found in some place or another, depicting old family (other families, not this one) holidays or McDonald's board meetings or something, and then they make songs about them.
Brilliant. Pop. Songs. Piano and guitar and drums and the Texan voice of dad. And of course theirs Rachel who howls away like an expenctant young pup awaiting a treat and bangs at the kit with all the reckless abandon of any ten year old but with all the rythm of an aging rocker.
Brilliant and naive and appealing. And that's without the slides.

I start a new job tomorrow.
It's at a cinema in northampton and it doesn't pay fantastically well at all.
It costs £5.80 (!!!) for an adult to see such stunning epics as Van Helsing and Euro Trip.

oh dear.
should be fun though.

I've just watched the film One Hour Photo starring Robin Williams, who you may know from such films as Bicentennial Man and Patch Adams. It was very very good. However, and this is not a negative point at all, it was very very very creepy.
Throughout the first hour of the film, Williams skulking around hospital-clean supermarket, sitting in darkened rooms, breaking into houses in his mind(!!!), I found my stomach turning this way and that. It was uncomfortable viewing. Like being paralyzed as you watch a spider crawl across your bed and disappear behind a pillow, knowing that that spider is lurking somewhere in your bedroom, waiting to emerge when you're asleep.
I lost a lot of respect for Williams in the late-90s. I loved Good Morning Vietnam, Mork & Mindy, Cadillac Man, Hook and even Mrs. Doubtfire (a little bit). But then came the crap. Bland, sentimental crap. Robin Williams just stopped moving! How could this happen? Hyper-active and dexterous of voice, he was just so very entertaining. But then it stopped. He played the most boring android ever. He played a kid with somekind of aging disorder that also made him a little bit dull and pathetic. He played the medical equivalent of one of those 'you don't have to be mad to work here but it helps!' stickers. What happened.
Well, One Hour Photo wasn't the return to form some were hoping. It was Williams stepping out into an uncertain area for him, and I suppose he succeeded. Like the film Insomnia ,that also came out in 2002, this film shows that Robin Williams still has some life in him, swapping psyched-up oddball for disturbing loner.
I like him like this.

We Are Singing A Sad Song
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
There's a tin can being tapped at and I wonder, Is it a coke can? Is it an empty tin of soup? There's a bucket in there too, and a tambourine, but nobody mentions that.
Hesitant poetry tumbles from the mouths of hesitant poets. They both sing at the same time, perhaps they have to, maybe they need to, else the words may never come out at all. They'd probably be holding hands if it wasn't for the guitars and buckets and tin cans in the way. I need to stare into eyes. Right Now.
"refer your friends and family"
(Olive Juice Music, www.olivejuicemusic.com)

i'm currently sat on a PUBLIC COMPUTER in a LIBRARY. Not my ideal conditions for web activities (not that I have a high propensity towards the consumption of porn) but I know that I only have a certain amount of time before I have to leave.

today I got through the post
a) a copy of a Homocrime CD by Linus.
b) a package from the band Prewar Yardsale featuring (i) a copy of their new album and (ii) a track for a compilation i've been putting together.

"a" i haven't had a chance to listen to yet
"b.i" is absolutely FANTAZTIC.
"b.ii" is a track called Philladelphia that the band recorded for a John Peel session some time ago. It too is lovely.
THERE WILL BE ACTUAL REVIEWS/OPINIONS/COMMENTARY ON THESE THINGS SOON, I PROMISE...

I've just been watching VH2 (which I like to think of as the slutty little brother of VH1) and they played Yo La Tengo, Adam Green and Flaming Lips.
Today is a good day.

Why should I start a 'blog'? what is a blog? who cares what i think?

I really don't have anything interesting to say.
I've just move back to wellingboro. I had to put all of my stuff into a van on saturday morning and remove it all on saturday afternoon.
EVERYTHING I OWN.
It was as simple as that. I did have a hard time of it though. I did not enjoy packing up my CDs as I was worried that they would get damaged en route. About three months ago I had a box of CDs I was taking down some stairs. This was a box of my favourite CDs that I had intended to listen to during my month long easter break. My dad bought me some collapsable folding boxes that are not only useful for storage but also easy to store, INGENEOUS! Unfortunately these boxes have handles on, though evidently the intention is for them to be held at the base, a fact that I found out to MY DISMAY. The bases of these boxes are only attatched through a simple clip mechanism which simply ARE NOT strong enough to support any substantial load, the result being shards of plastic and breeders CDs everywhere.
No CDs were harmed THANK GOD>>>