Friday, February 09, 2007

New music can fuck right off

Right, so admittedly I'm not really in the right state of mind. For the 6th night in a row I can't sleep due to this fucking cold, I'm bored of it and irritable as a result. However, the feelings expressed in this blog are entirely mine... albeit slightly irritated.

I am sick of the current "alternative" music scene at the moment. Time was there were groundbreaking bands creating new genres and sounds, mixing everything up and changing the world. There are reasons that people still remember The Beatles, The Who, Pink Floyd, Joy Division, The Smiths or The Sex Pistols.

What we have now are The Kooks, The View, The fucking Gossip, or bands like Kasabian. Music that just appears to be groundbreaking when it is in fact just not pop; The View sound like a Libertines tribute act, The Kooks are just southern, can't really hold that against them. The Gossip are terrible, the result of no talent and a lot of publicity.

Bands shouldn't get big based solely on their look, attitude, opinions or swagger - at least some portion should be based on the music. Well, in my opinion, which isn't cared about anyway, it being so archaic. It all sounds like the same thing. You can tell if a band's going to be big nowadays if they've got keyboards that sound like they've been bought in a boot sale with added drumbeat function. The cheaper the sound, the more popular you can predict they'll be. I have no idea why so many people fucking worship the Klaxons.

I am really looking forward to hearing another glorious playlist at work this Saturday. Nothing helps a headache more than terrible, repetitive fucking basslines and synthesised drum beats.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Cloned

Some bastard fucker has stolen over £100 from my bank account. My card has been cloned and until its blockage today has been merrily withdrawing cash from various European destinations. Do my bank tell me about this? No, of course not. At this juncture, my bank really believe that I'll do anything to make them unhappy.

I really don't need to be over my limit by £100 at this point. I don't need to feel more sorry for my self! Eurgh.`

Monday, February 05, 2007

Flew

I hate being ill. It is shit.

Woke up on Saturday feeling under the weather; sore throat, bit of a headache, a few aches. Went to work, and it all went downhill from there. Woke up on Sunday morning at 4.20 due to my coughing. Yesterday was pretty much the most horrible day in the entire span of time. I spent the entirety of it in bed, aided by various medicines and a Terry's Chocolate Orange.

Today I woke up at 5 and it wasn't so bad. Bit wheezy, got some water and went back to bed. Woke up at 7 nearly dying, coughing all over the place. Horrid. Woke up at 10 feeling pretty normal, actually... aside from the fact that I was absolutely soaking wet; I sweat so much that it was as though I'd gotten out of the shower and straight into bed - not good. Only just changed my sheets and I'm going to have to do it again now.

I'm up, which is a good thing. And dressed, which is even more remarkable. About to head to the Co-Op to buy some Bold so I can do a wash, and tonight, at 8.30, I get to see HOT FUZZ, the new Simon Pegg/Edgar Wright film at Vue cinema 10 days before its general release. I am as excited as a child.