Last night I completed a hat-trick of Primal Scream gigs at London’s vast Brixton Academy. I first saw them there in 2000, then again in 2002, and now once more in 2004.
Busy couple of weeks? Well, yeah. Not sure where to start really. There’s been controversy, hedonism, speculation, derision, joy, fatigue - the usual. I’ll share a little of this with you. Let’s start with our efforts to encourage suicide amongst emotionally fragile people.
Friday 24th September saw the masses gather in central Nottingham for the launch of our second city-wide visual arts festival. The venue (a huge former toy store) was completely rammed with beer-seeking contemporary art bohemians, all hell-bent on grabbing some hedonistic art-based fun. Read on for more details, and 106 photos!
I’ve just received two copies of Hello Duudle, a new book by my friend Jon Burgerman, and his friend Sune Ehlers. I say book, but the thing is more like one big long fold-out artwork. It’s beautiful.
I’m very impressed with my esteemed colleague Mr. Tebbutt. Worthy captain of the good ship Speakers Push The Air, he’s managed to grab four free press passes to this year’s Airwaves festival in Reykjavik. It’ll be my seventh or eighth trip to Iceland, but my first chance to soak up the sights and sounds of the festival.
It’s my birthday. I’m thirty-one years old today. It’s a lovely age to be. Typically, I have been celebrating since last Saturday. This is a purely unselfish method of ensuring I get to see all of my friends over the week.
Here’s the first of my Top 100s. Every time I’ve had a few minutes to kill, I’ve been adding to and arranging my list of top 100 albums to date. I realise this is incredibly anal, but I do like a bit of order in my life - and I’m a sucker for lists.
After a fat-man’s meal at restaurant/bar Sausage (more on that later) in mega-entertainotropolis The Cornerhouse, Em and I belched our way up the escalators to see new film The Motorcycle Diaries.
Boy, we’ve been busy at Agenzia this week. Version one of the new Libertines website has just been launched.
Gasp! This post is a little on the frisky side - it contains photos of nudity and wild abandon. It’s taken me 48 hours to write this short review. I’m afraid spending time with sleaze-meisters Gobsausage can leave one a little blurred around the edges.
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