Wednesday 31 March 2010

31/03/10 - The Lawrence Arms - Leeds

Typical start to a day like this, shit load of anxiety and bullshit like that.
Met up in Manchester before getting the train into Leeds, the ride there was pretty good, the anxiety was wearing away a bit, and yeah, was feeling pretty good.
Nothing major really happened in the centre, we found this Karaoke bar which had this like Chinese lager for like a quid twenty so started hitting that shit, this place had pictures of all famous musicians from Johnny Cash to David Bowie, so was pretty cool decor. A trip to the toilet nearly killed me, it was like the Crystal fucking Maze, you had to plan an hour in advance just to take a slash.
We get into the gig and find our guy, the guy who we arrange the interview with, he said he'll sort something for like mid support bands.
Say hi to everyone but Brendan, who isn't about right now.
As the gig goes on, the merch guy/tour manager becomes more and more evasive about the prospect of an interview, but we stuck at it, and finally got a ten minute quick one in a corridor whilst being hassled by the security for hanging around.
I haven't heard the audio, but apparently the guy who arranged the interview with us, Mr. so fucking evasive, is in the background referring to us as "those fucking dorks." What a piece of shit. I know, I can't do my job properly, I make promises that I clearly can't uphold because I am nothing more than a piece of shit, so I'll take shots at these kids who've travelled fucking miles for this because I'm a no life piece of shit who needs to put other people down to make up for my own short comings, fuck you.
Anyway.
After the gig one of the guys from the support bands invites out for a drink with them all, much to the displeasure of the giant crock of shit. But we go anyway, there's this fucking awesome bar that has loads of Chicago punk scene music playing, or did that night, might of been intentional, and we spent the rest of the night getting messed with the Lawrence Arms and shooting the shit about pretty much everything I could blab about.
In the morning.
I have never felt this rough ever, was it worth it?
You damn fucking right it was.

Sunday 21 March 2010

A few links concerning this week.

Did three interviews on Wednesday.

First was Frank Turner, the third time now I think.


Then we got to meet the band Crazy Arm.


And finally, Chuck Ragan.


I also wrote a review of Sundays Birmingham concert, which turned out more like a general overview of the week.


Friday 12 March 2010

12/03/10 - Winter Hill

Went to winter hill today with Martin.
It's always great to spend time with him, I think he's about the only person who comes close to being on the same level.
The journey up was pretty uninteresting until we got the fuck out of civilization and onto the real deal.
Must have walked to here like 20 times now, it's never the same, I remember the first time was with Martin, I had this blog thing back then and wrote about the journey but in a fictional way, I don't think anyone really found it funny except us two.
Found some new things up here this time, a big fuck off lake (how the hell did we miss that before?) and a cross made of rocks, looked really cool, will have to check the history on that.
Even though it's sunny now, there's still snow on the hill, snow clever dick here had to walk on, snow that underneath is ice cold water and shit, snow my foot, and most of my leg, went straight through.
There's a plaque at the top from the 1800's about a man who was murdered, the language used is so fucking immense, it'd be cool if people still spoke like that today, maybe even tedious conversations would have some kick;
"This plaque is to commemorate..............
...........who was barbarously murdered....................
...............in the 20th year of his life."
Barbarously, that's new one for my dictionary, watch out regal society, I'm on my way!
We saw the now otherwise defunct tower light up, first time I've ever seen that, which was pretty good.
On the way down, saw the mound of dirt I called as my grave, I'll come up one day on my own, just meditating for hours on it, one day.
Had a good talk about how people give pity to arseholes, well, it was more a give pardon to bad actions. "They had a hard childhood," "This guy/girl really messed them around," fuck that. Everyone has problems, deal with it, get over it, move the fuck on, I think about people from the past, and yeah, I miss them, it sucks, but people get over things, stop using your shitty past as an excuse for being a dick.
I doubt anyone really gets that, but fuck them.

Wednesday 10 March 2010

10/03/10

Left the keys in the room when I went to the bathroom and BAM! doors shut and I'm pantless with no way in.
Such a fucking idiot.
Later on, chilling out with my nan, with my pants back, watching Louis Theroux on plastic surgery, I hate that shit so much, it's lazy, fake, plastic bullshit. There's not enough hours in the day for me to finish this rant, as with many of the stuff that pisses me off, Theroux is funny as hell though. I dig what he does, the guy's out there in the heat of it, getting his hands dirty, getting the real "scoop" as it were, on any subject he gets involved with. This fake plastic shit makes me glad, that when I do better myself, physically or otherwise, I work at it and develop myself and learn, not take some bullshit quitters way out, empty the bank account for "perfection" that makes you look like a Barbie doll with scars.
"New! Self-harm Barbie!"
Bet it'd sell loads.
You don't learn anything by taking the easy way out.
That's weak, so fucking weak.

Tuesday 9 March 2010

09/03/10

Hung out with my mate all day which was cool. Was at some student flats his girlfriend is living at, but I've been avoiding due to all the people, didn't wanna feel uncomfortable or freak out, but I'm doing okay, staying over in a spare room.
The people are really cool, it's weird hanging out with so many people I don't know like this, it's been so long, it scares the shit out of me. Don't wanna open up, don't wanna seem distant, I end up ranting a lot and basically making a dick of myself, ah well.

Saturday 6 March 2010

06/03/10

I got bit of the leg today.
Some guy hit this girl on Canal Street and she went down.
I tried defending her and she bit me, hard.
Last time I try and help out.
I need to stop trying to be some fucking hero.

Friday 5 March 2010

05/03/10 - Well Wisher, Manchester

Saw my friends band, Well Wisher. Cool as hell, I haven't seen a band play so hard whilst still loving it, well, ever. Talk about stage dynamics.
It's shit that bands like this are playing for usually nothing while cordial crap artists fake their way through stadium shows and then bitch about everything, our luxury tour is so hard, some kid downloaded our song worth less than a pound so I wanna take him to court, I can't cope with my fame, fuck off, you have no balls what so ever.
Some guys later on try to sell me some drugs and try giving me shit because I won't, there are the same pricks who listen to this watered down horse crap, go listen to Bullet for my Valentine you fucking nobodies.
A group of guys jumped my friend, nice night out hey? Luckily a few of us were nearby. One of the guys hit me and I flipped, screaming at me to hit me again, he didn't have a fucking clue how to react so I threw him to the floor and gave him a kick into shape, they all fucked off soon after. Fucking big men when it's like four/five on one, little bitches.

Thursday 4 March 2010

04/03/10

Went walking today.
Hit some fields and ended up in some insanely quiet area with these huge homes, like a total different world to me. It's peaceful though.
Get on this main road and there's this restaurant with about 80 billion pounds worth of cars, I can't believe this place is pretty near my house, it's like fucking Bel-Air.
I decide to get a menu just to see the prices, and they're not bad, like 8 pound a meal, lot's of veggie stuff too, so fuck it, let's be toffee nosed for one day, that's if if they let dirty jeans population in eat there.
The place seems to be run by two very pretty girls, about 20 years old, and they're running it awesome. Super friendly, took care of us proper nice, even made me a special veggie stir-fry because they were out of what I wanted. So check out "The Retreat" on Chorley Road in Bolton if you're one of the few aristocrats in the Lancashire area.
So tired now, exhaustion is fucking me up now, but there's more struggle ahead.
Oh! I gave my spare Ben10 watch to some old guy because he said his grandson was into it, sometimes, I'm too nice, yeah right.

Wednesday 3 March 2010

03/03/10

Met my friend and recorded some music today, a song we wrote about the government years ago, was a funny song, we were on a train and some young girls asked us to play them a song on this little guitar I'd bought for like 20 quid and we made some kind of folk-rock/Dead Kennedy's parody song.
We also recorded a cover of Against Me's "Cavalier Eternal," which I think turned out pretty cool.