Studying will really really begin tomorrow. For real. Really.
Unfortunately, going by previously established patterns, dear Reader, this probably means you’re in for a rather slow 3 weeks. No more of my rapier wit and irresistable personality! No more visceral vignettes of my swinging rock and roll life! Indeed, my friends, you will have to get by with my usual exam output of unrestrained music geekery, pointless links collected during hours on end of study avoidance surfing, and most certainly nothing even remotely intellectual.
So, pretty much the same as what you’ve always got here, just with even less of a life than before. Sigh. Here’s a little taster:
Newly arrived from Django, yay!
- Bubba Sparxxx: Deliverance
- Dirty Three: Whatever You Love You Are
- Aereogramme: A Story In White
- Lewis Parker: Masquerades And Silhouettes
- Bedhead: What Fun Life Was
- The Walkmen: Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone
In honour of For Alec, who had his first actual bout in a boxing ring a few days ago and wisely decided not to tell me about it until after the fact: Mike Tyson Quotes.
Here’s one I’d like to highlight for
you, you big dolt no one in particular, because of course I’m totally cool about the fact that my favourite nose in the world could quite possibly have been broken before I got the chance to see it again – “I try to catch him right on the tip of the nose, because I try to push the bone into the brain.”
Nothing Remotely Intellectual
I certainly never kept my Will Young mania a secret on this site during the original Pop Idol, and I see no reason to be shy about my commitment to its American franchise. This Ryan Seacrest fellow is a poor substitute for Ant and Dec, and I like Pete Waterman so much more than the painfully inarticulate Randy Jackson, but at least sexy Simon is still around, and getting sexier by the episode. Oh, and GO FANTASIA!