Not a long post today, just something that amused me at 6 o'Clock this morning.
You see, having tried and failed to get to sleep, and not feeling particularly tired, I decided to venture forth and see what the internet held in store for the early morning surfer. After wading through the usual monsoon of porn I emereged in the sunny meadow of my young composers website, where I stumbled across some of my buddies having a chat in the shoutbox.
They were all guys so, predictably enough, the conversation was about sex. Dan was bragging to the less familiar people that his girlfriend was sleeping off a 3-hour workout, when I know for a fact he's single, and then the conversation shifted jokingly to the sex before marriage argument.
Long story short, Dan remarks "God says it's evil". I chime in, claiming that God said not to eat the apple off the forbidden tree, so now the damge is done, we have sin upon us and are cast out of the eternal paradise. So we may as well make the most of it. What's the next thing I see?
"How can anyone believe that crap? It's absurd! Anyone with half a rational mind can figure out that the forbidden fruit was most likely a pomegranite".
....what the fuck do you say to that!?!?
~ Fox
Monday 30 June 2008
Thursday 5 June 2008
...and the Magical 8-Bollock Band
Whilst my opinions towards pop-punk can be charmingly described as "indifferent" but slightly more honestly as "out and out hatred" my friends largely disagree with these sentiments, and some have even formed bands along this same 4-chord ideal. "...and the Magical 8-Ball Band" are one of these examples.
Performing at a music club by the name of "The Central", the atmosphere was nice, friendly and the drinks weren't too expensive. Myself being myself, I made for the bar.
...And barely half the pint was poured before they started their set. Nice start I guess, no audience preparation, but at least they played well, deciding to open their set with an original number. Their performance was a nice, high energy affair, but they were let down by sound quite a lot, as I couldn't hear much of the guitar or the vocals, and could easily hear the drums and bass, and nobody wants to hear that.
A few songs into their set, the singer (who looks remarkably like James May, but that's probably just me) attempted audience interaction. Back to the bar then. There are a few criticisms of this fellow actually, being an indecisive cock and moving to and from microphone stand more times in separate songs than is strictly necessary. And he needs to stop standing on one foot, with his dancing it makes him look like a disco flamingo.
Highlights from this night are fairly numerous however. A wonderful cover of Dani California was a good thing to hear, being the only cover they made truly their own, the rest being fairly standard pop shit, causing the performance to appeal mainly to 12 year old girls, which is a tremendous shame as their original material is really rather strong. It was also entertaining to witness the crowd banter of "Sorry, you're missing 'Britain's Got Talent' for this," something which does not seem all that rock and roll it must be said. The bassist was also in dire need of a pick halfway through the show, apparently his fingers hurt (fucking pussy), but luckily a devilishly handsome fellow in the crowd had one he could borrow. The last original song they performed (The Fear) was awesome as well, something which I am ashamed to say, and thus will make up for it by pointing out that the Bowling for Soup cover made them look like a group of wannabe child molesters.
Oh, and to this singing flamingo? Don't do high vocals. Ever. It's fucking stupid.
-Az
P.S. The band can be heard at www.myspace.com/welike8balls
P.P.S. The singer to the support band was pretty cute. They're called Without Limit, but I didn't catch a website, so I'm assuming they don't have one, and are therefore the worlds first Amish rock band.
Performing at a music club by the name of "The Central", the atmosphere was nice, friendly and the drinks weren't too expensive. Myself being myself, I made for the bar.
...And barely half the pint was poured before they started their set. Nice start I guess, no audience preparation, but at least they played well, deciding to open their set with an original number. Their performance was a nice, high energy affair, but they were let down by sound quite a lot, as I couldn't hear much of the guitar or the vocals, and could easily hear the drums and bass, and nobody wants to hear that.
A few songs into their set, the singer (who looks remarkably like James May, but that's probably just me) attempted audience interaction. Back to the bar then. There are a few criticisms of this fellow actually, being an indecisive cock and moving to and from microphone stand more times in separate songs than is strictly necessary. And he needs to stop standing on one foot, with his dancing it makes him look like a disco flamingo.
Highlights from this night are fairly numerous however. A wonderful cover of Dani California was a good thing to hear, being the only cover they made truly their own, the rest being fairly standard pop shit, causing the performance to appeal mainly to 12 year old girls, which is a tremendous shame as their original material is really rather strong. It was also entertaining to witness the crowd banter of "Sorry, you're missing 'Britain's Got Talent' for this," something which does not seem all that rock and roll it must be said. The bassist was also in dire need of a pick halfway through the show, apparently his fingers hurt (fucking pussy), but luckily a devilishly handsome fellow in the crowd had one he could borrow. The last original song they performed (The Fear) was awesome as well, something which I am ashamed to say, and thus will make up for it by pointing out that the Bowling for Soup cover made them look like a group of wannabe child molesters.
Oh, and to this singing flamingo? Don't do high vocals. Ever. It's fucking stupid.
-Az
P.S. The band can be heard at www.myspace.com/welike8balls
P.P.S. The singer to the support band was pretty cute. They're called Without Limit, but I didn't catch a website, so I'm assuming they don't have one, and are therefore the worlds first Amish rock band.
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