“Kieron?”It took eight years, but I finally met Kieron Gillen, fellow Kenickie-obsessive/videogame journalist/writer of comics/boy, he’s a busy man. I was in two minds as to whether to go and say hello, but I decided to try and skip past the shy thing for once (possibly not helped by essentially wanting to be KG all through my university career, but hey, there are worse role models. And I didn’t have the hair for Julian Rignell). And hurrah! We talked both before and after the Johnny Boy concert. There’s more to come about that, but most of it will probably end up being part of the Static review that I’ll be writing in the next couple of days. Suffice it to say that I think we’re both completely mystified as to why 15 Minutes is not in its 15th week residency in the charts. I’m currently entertaining fantasies of breaking into the feed for the final TOTP and giving over their final few minutes to a performance of You Are The Generation… Still, maybe they’ll garner some success in Japan. Anyway, that was the end of the day, but the other parts were just as filled with happenings and crazy events, from the much-better-than-you’d-think combination of strawberry and beer to the consideration of how custard can affect house prices. Erm, yes. And pirates. Because no afternoon is complete without pirates. Arr. I met up with Forest Pines, his friend Miranda, and Kate from Shimura Curves at the Sun & Splendour in Notting Hill for a football-free afternoon of chat and drink (also joined by Ed a little later on in the day). From there, it was off! off! to the Shimura Curves concert, clutching our groupie cards that had each been kissed individually. You don’t get that sort of detail from most bands, do you? I have to say that I felt like a hipster in the Notting Hill Arts Club, Or more appropriately, an interloper in hipster-ville. But it was fun - ‘Ver Curves combine the fun of 1960s girl-groups and dronerock. It shouldn’t work. But it really does. I hope you’ll all know the words to Noyfriend by the end of the year! So that was a little round-up of my day in London. I would post pictures, but…er…I forgot to take any. Sorry. Perhaps next time!
YEAH! YEAH!More. to follow.
I do feel like I’ve been neglecting the blog in the past week. I offer my humble apologies; it’s not as if I’ve been lacking for ideas, but I just haven’t had the time to write anything, giving that I’ve been watching season 2 of Gilmore Girls any time that I can. But! Here’s what you’ve missed so far:
Eeeek. Sunday’s plans have become a little more extravagant all of a sudden. Which could be quite nice!
Well, obviously, it’s not. But things aren’t looking too rosy, either. Smash Hits has gone, TOTP is about to go, cd:uk was spirited away in the middle of the night (though rumours speak of its return), and we live in a world where Level 42! Level 42! Level 42! can get into the Album Top 20 with a greatest hits collection.And things aren’t going to get better. ITV have somehow managed to stop it from becoming a big news story, but the announcement that they’re beginning to wind up CITV as a programme-making venture should be ringing alarm bells in every record company across the land (it also makes me incredibly angry, but I’ll spare you the Robin Carmody-esque rant). They’ve already axed the traditional Saturday morning children’s show in favour of Andrew “Spit In His Meal” Worrall Thompson. What does this mean? The traditional avenues for a pop act are disappearing rapidly. Even for the bigger acts, things are going to be hard. When Justin Timberlake heads over here next month, where is he going to promote his new single on national television? The zombie remains of PopWorld? The children’s TV circuit used to be an essential way of getting a new band in the public eye. No longer. Some might point to the Internet as being a natural progression of this type of advertising. It plays a part, but Sandi Thom wouldn’t have got anywhere near the charts if she didn’t have her PR company getting her splashed all across the national media before the single’s re-release. It just seems very depressing. I want a band like Lucky Soul to scrape into the Top 40 and get a five-minute slot on national television. I want their to be an arena where people like Rachel Stevens can survive. But it looks as if those days are firmly behind us. No more shall we have the likes of New Kids On The Block and the Happy Mondays on the same show. And I think we’re all poorer for that.