Turned up to 11

Went home for the weekend (first thing my mother said – “oh, you got a haircut”). I knew I’d be at nothing down there, so I brought the guitar and spent a day getting back into it. I have a lovely big amp that was dying of neglect, so I brought it up to the living room, waited ‘til everyone was out of the house, and just cranked it. I think it might have been in shock for a few seconds because it started to buzz and make worrying sounds, but once it warmed up, it sounded as good as ever. My dad came in later and shouted that you could hear it all the way down in the fields. But he was smiling when he said it...



How to make a grumpy brother smile - play Sunshine of Your Love, 20th Century Boy and Whole Lotta Love in a row. All this time, I was wasting time trying to tickle him...

Rocking. Rolling. Sitting.

Now that was a GOOD weekend!

Went to see Cansei de Ser Sexy on Saturday night, and God, were they good! It’s been a while since I was at a gig where there was so much energy, and you could tell that the band were really feeling it too. They came bouncing onto the stage throwing sweets out at the crowd, the set was brilliant (they included a cover of the L7 tune Pretend We’re Dead! Aaargh!) and we left absolutely buzzing. I went straight home to the waiting guitar and headphones! I LOVE when a concert blows my mind!

Also have to mention Tilly and The Wall, who were the support. Tap-dancing percussion is my new favourite thing!

Yesterday was the most wonderful lazy Sunday. Walking and chatting, bookshop browsing, a bit of dinner and music all evening. The simple things are the very best.

Circumspect in the City

I’m hiding out in town for a while because Martha went nuts on my hair last weekend and I can’t go home until it grows back a little bit. Yes, my mother is still the haircut police. I know I shouldn’t give a shite, but I still have residual guilt about the time I dyed it blue and it made her cry.

The roomie is away in Cannes for the week, so I’m running around the house in the nip and playing loud music ‘til all hours and only doing the dishes when I damn well please! Actually, the place is pretty clean, it’s good weather for washing, and I only scooted around starkers the once, it’s still kinda cold in the shade… Middle age is a terrible thing.

Yay for nice fellas that only charge face value for tickets, even when the gig has long sold out, helping me keep a promise…

Elvis and the Apple

Or Elvis Costello and Fiona Apple. Ah!

Amazing version of I Want You...

Back to the drawing board...

My horoscope for today. The accuracy is uncanny...

Libra

You'll squander whatever small goodwill you've won in the world when you attempt to cash in on your self-proclaimed status as The Helen Keller of People with No Sense of Smell.


Thanks for the heads up, theonion.com!