loius the fourteenth - update for down beats

I completely failed to turn the channel over so am now watching Louis The XIV play and the song they are doing contains elements copied from David Bowie, John Cale, The Cure (in look not sound) and probably some other people whose name escapes me.

Dag 579 - the weekly woss weport

Last week I went to bed and watched Jonathan Ross and wrote up a report on the performance of Simple Minds. This proved to be so popular that I have bowed to public demand and decided to review the show each and every week from the comfort of my own bed.
It is on right now and so far Lee Evans has already been on and Louis Therioux is currently being interviewed. I missed most of Lee Evans because I was tidying up downstairs and letting the dog out etc. Lous has been talking about his shows which have included being on the set of pr0n movies, going to swinging parties and meeting pimps. Later there will be some group or other called Louis XVI or something - I have never heard of them, but I have a feeling that they aint going to be as good as simple minds were.
Now they are talking about Jimmy Saville - when I was young I had a friend whose familly knew Jimmy Saville.
Now they are talking about Chris Eubank - I have a friend who lives in the same town as Chris Eubank and he has seen him around and about before (including his big lorry). He may have even met him, but I can't remember.
Now Louis is talking about his cat that was called scratch - I have never met a cat called scratch before, my cats are called dogger and mac. Louis Theroux has just described how he was rubbing his unnuetered cat called scratch on the tummy and how his cat became aroused and how Louis carried on until the frustrated cat had finished. This is quite disgusting and I am glad that the hapless therouix has left the stage and Rossy is telling some between guest jokes.
The final guest is someone from eastenders so I think it is time to turn over and watch something else, which means I won't get to find out whether I like the band or not.
So until next week, its goodbye from me and goodbye from the whole cast of Tintin and the asparagas napkin bandits.

Dag 572 - simple minds for complex people

As I type this I am watching simple minds playing on the jonathan ross show. I don't know what song they are playing, but it sounds typically simple mindish and I think it is pretty good. I have seen simple minds twice in concert, the first time they were supporting magazine and the second time they were the main act (I can't remember who was supporting them, but it may have been china crisis). Both concerts were at Leeds university.
I don't know if it is the same people playing now as it was when I saw them in Leeds, but it looks like it probably is. There are 2 feelings going through my mind as I watch them. The first is that they look like a bunch of geriatrics and the second is that I wish I could be doing what they were doing.

Dag 571 - Skid stop or nutter?

This weekend is the first ever inaugural formula A1 GP grand prix race of the year show award at Brands hatch.
The intrepid DJ will be flying down there tonight and will be driving some car or other in one of the races or something and we, the hard working staff of Critical Mass would like to offer him our full support and let it be known that we are fully behind him on this one.

So, good luck DJ.

Sometimes my pee smells like chicken soup

The cool night drifted into a cold morning. He woke up hungry, not sure where he was and needing to pee. The others snored on, oblivious of his consciousness, dreaming their own dreams. He decided to wait, at least for a while, to see if anyone else would move first.
A single sparrow broke the silence with a high pitched whistle. Summer was almost gone, but autumn still struggled to impose itself on its seasonal rival and could wait until its death throes were over. His bladder started screaming for attention, a spoilt child starting its supermarket tantrum and he knew it would only get worse. He slid a single leg from under the duvet. The air in the room was stale, the same air he'd been breathing all night, but something was wrong. As it caressed his leg he knew that something had happened in the room during the night. The knowledge was absolute and bore no argument. He slid his tired body from the bed and scampered to the bathroom, no longer caring who he disturbed.
The bathroom was dark and he fumbled for the twisted piece of string that would throw it piercing light over the bright white furnishing within. His hand swirled and twisted, trying to find the elusive cord, to no avail. He decided to take his chances in the dark and stepped forward. His foot thumped against a solid object on the floor. He stepped over, cursing whoever had left a wet pile of towels in the middle of the floor. A white ring shone before him, catching what little light was available to advertise its presence. He pulled at the gap in his shorts and fumbled inside. At last he was ready and started to release. The blessed release washed over him and the pain subsided. The tantrum had been averted this time, and he relaxed. He caught a faint whiff of something familiar. At last he placed it, "Chicken Soup" he muttered and collapsed in a pile on the floor.

Millions of games

Millions of games all under one roof, it's called, umm, millions of games.

Dag 563 - I once wrote a poem of stillness and sadness

.......but I'm not writing poems anymore.

However, last night while watching an old episode of Inspector Lindley a couple of song lines came into my head, so I got hold of my lyric book (last added to in the 1980s) and wrote them down. Throughout the reminder of the program further lyrics came into my head so I added those and ended up with nearly a songs worth. They'll need tidying up a bit, but I will then try and write some music to go with them. This will be a first for me, as I usually write the tunes and then try and think of some words to go with them. I will possibly blog them when complete, but not here - I'll do that in my other blog.

Last Saturday night when I went to bed I decided that instead of subjecting innocent bystanders to me rambling on about my music I would create a new blog specially to allow me to do that (at 02:30 I thought it was about time to finish my first post and go to sleep). This means people can read that one if they want to, and the regular punters can stick with this one. So this is the last post here about my own music - you'll still get postings about other peoples music from time to time though. I won't be putting a link to my new blog here, so if you want to read it you'll have to find it for yourself. I'm sure it won't be hard to do. In fact there are 10 clues to its location on this blog, 3 of which can be found before the first line.

The other thing I will be carrying on here are my indepth film analysis, reviews and commentary.
So, a few weeks ago I finally got around to watching Mulholland Drive. It was very watchable and I did enjoy it, however, I did not understand one bit about what was going on with it. I even got confused about who was who, and when I saw those small versions of those old folks doing a jig or something I became even more confused. After it finished I looked at the extras to see if that might help me understand what I had just seen. These included 10 clues to understanding the film. Clue number 1 stated that there are 3 big clues before the opening titles. Ok, I thought, so I started watching the film again, but it began with the opening titles - so how could there be 3 clues before them??? I wondered if there was meant to be a bit before the titles, but it had been cut from my version of the DVD. I could well believe that, because someone had certainly been fiddling with other bits of the film on my copy. For example, just before the lesbian scene (that Adrian has previously alluded to) one of the actresses removes here bath robe. On my copy of the film someone has done a bit of pixelating (like they do to hide peoples faces on crimewatch) only they had missed the face completely with their pixelating. Also the lesbian scene was suspiciously short, so I think someone had got a bit happy with the scissors there too. This was most surprising on a film that I bought in Sweden! Anyway, then I decided that there was no explanation for the film, it was just made up and wasn't supposed to mean anything and the so called '10 clues' were just to get people even more confused. I was so convinced of this theory that I looked it up on the internet and discovered a site that could explain the story, and after reading this explanation it all began to make sense. I'll be waiting a bit for me to forget some of it, and then I shall watch it again.