MySpace Is The New "Alan McGee Discovered Them In Scotland"

An article from the Guardian pointing out that the death of the A&R man has been slightly exaggerated (and also, you’re not going to get rich from MySpace). Though it is curious that they go to all the trouble of pointing out why Lily Allen isn’t exactly an internet phenomenon, and yet they don’t mention that she’s the daughter of Keith Allen. You would have thought that would have merited at least a sentence or two.

In other news, I would like to be feeling better now. It’s just getting silly at this point.

EDIT: More from Simon Sweeping The Nation! Not sure about The Arcade Fire reference though - surely part of the MySpace angle on the Arctic Monkeys was wrapped around their single / album success. While The Arcade Fire certainly had more success than fellow blog stars like M.I.A. and Annie, they aren’t quite in the Monkeys’ league. At least not in the UK anyway. If they’d gone straight in at number one, I imagine the broadsheets would have turned a little more attention their way…

currently playing: Saturday Looks Good To Me - Since You Stole My Heart

Feeling Too Ill To Properly Rant...

…but don’t be stupid.

currently playing: Richard X Feat. Deborah Evans-Strickland) – Walk On By

Move To A City Where Hippies Run Wild

fly-tipping
noun Also written fly tipping or flytipping (Environment)

In the UK: unauthorized dumping of rubbish on the streets or on unoccupied ground.

Etymology: Formed by compounding. The fly- part is probably ultimately derived from the verb to fly (the culprits tip and fly); it is the equivalent of fly-posting (a term which dates back to the early years of this century) except that it involves dumping rubbish rather than putting up posters. Since the thirties, street salesmen have called their unlicensed pitches fly-pitches, but this name is probably derived from the adjective fly, 'clever'.

History and Usage: The term fly-tipping has been used in technical sources to do with waste disposal since at least the late sixties. A topical problem in the Britain of the eighties, fly-tipping was the subject of tighter legislation in 1989 to try to tidy up city streets and give the UK a greener image. The term fly-tipping has also been applied to the dumping of toxic waste in other countries. Fly-tip has been back-formed as the verb corresponding to the noun fly-tipping; individuals or bodies who do it are fly-tippers.

If you look at the Cowley Road at the right angle, you can still see the 1960s; square, utilitarian buildings decaying, rotting, clinging on to life. They have survived. And they’re not going anywhere, a reminder of an inescapable past.

Or: standing alone at a concert lead you to depressing avenues of thought. Especially if you haven’t been to one by yourself for a while. All the old worries come back, last time magnified by the huge number of indie girls straight out of a Belle & Sebastian fanclub meeting (and every other one sporting an American accent). And again, the islands of despair in the venue centred on us poor unfortunates that are attending alone. You look at the others with pity and revulsion; you’d go and talk to them, but you can’t quite shake off the feeling that they’re actually disturbed serial killers ready to pounce on their next victim. Now, this may sound harsh, but I assure you, they’re thinking exactly the same thing about you. And thus we remain lonely during the deadly parts of the evening where there’s no music.

But, oh, the music. Now, I haven’t been listening to Sleater-Kinney a lot recently, and I wasn’t too taken with The Woods, so I was wondering how much I’d enjoy last night. A silly question. Still amazing. Still one of the greatest rock acts around (yay hyperbole!) Capable of slaughtering all of the current UK ‘rock revolution’ in under one minute and forty-nine seconds, before waking up early and heading off to All Tomorrow’s Parties. Carrie Brownstein owned the stage all night long; her hair long, drenched in sweat, obscuring her face, flinging her guitar at impossible angles, and making sure there were no fly-tippers in the audience. Because you have to have standards. Janet! Oh, Janet Weiss, how we love your drumming and harmonica bits! And lovely Corin, who now reminds me of Mandy in Missouri and North Carolina; funny as ever, and oooh, that voice!

The set drew mostly on The Woods, but that wasn’t a bad thing; in fact, as soon as I got back home, I listened to the album again, and I discovered that I’d treated it rather harshly last year. Other songs came from All Hands On The Bad One, Dig Me Out, and One Beat (The Hot Rock sadly absent, but then I know it’s one of their less popular albums (fools! It’s great!)). The concert had to finish at 10:30, which was a bit of a shame (at Carolina, it’d only just be getting started then!), but on the other hand, they packed a lot into the time they had.

Easily the best concert I’ve seen in Oxford. Not as good as the Cat’s Cradle performance in 2002, but then I think that was a confluence of events; one month after the first anniversary of 911, a nation being dragged into war, a night of music with a political edge, and I had an exam first thing the next morning. I couldn’t hear properly out of my left ear until well into the afternoon. Ah, good times.

And I stand by my assertion that Carrie smiled at me after catching her eye during Words & Guitar. Nothing you say can convince me otherwise…

currently playing: Camera Obscura – Lloyd, I’m ready to be heartbroken

SIT DOWN HONEY. LET'S SPEND SOME TIME.

HELL YES.

currently playing: Sleater-Kinney – What’s Mine Is Yours

Shake Your Tail For Peace And Love

I will be spending tomorrow night in the fine company of Corin, Carrie, and Janet. Hurrah!

currently playing: Bow Wow Wow – C30, C60, C90, Go

*wibble*

I am, apparently, a bad influence. I, of course, deny it completely.

currently playing: Scott Walker – The Drift

Hmmm.

Okay, I’m almost convinced by the new MacBooks. Almost. Yes, the integrated graphics is a bit of a pain, but it’s better than my current iBook G4. And the top option is fairly close to the specifications of the MacBook Pro. There’s just one problem that I can see right now:

The MacBook keyboard

That keyboard looks a bit too Spectrum-like, doesn't it?

currently playing: Denim — Back In Denim

We'll Find A Link And You Can Convince Me That I'm Pretty

I’m not sure if this is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen, or just incredibly creepy.

President Al Gore! Oh Al, why weren’t you like this back then?

Your daily outrage. Nixon is beginning to look like a rank amateur.

It’s winging its way across the Atlantic even as I type.

Poor, poor ITV. That’ll teach you to axe cd:uk.

currently playing: Camera Obscura – Let’s Get Out Of This Country

Bonnie Has Her Wallchart

Bonnie Has Her Wallchart

She’s all set for the next couple of months!

Odd Things You Realise

I’ve had my phone tapped. Admittedly, this puts me on a par with about 250m other residents of America, but it’s a bit weird to actually realise that a list of all the calls I’ve made in America is sitting in a Government datacentre.

Anyway, onto fun things! I’ve just won this in auction:

I know some didn’t appreciate the logo change, but I did like this poster when it was lining the streets of Manchester. Also, it announces the Manchester Hop & Grape date which was my first time seeing the band, so it has considerable sentimental value. And it was only £4.99! Thank you, eBay, for adding to the general clutter in my room…

We can dream, eh?

currently playing: The Pipettes - ABC