Why, pray tell, am I at home at 10 pm on a Saturday night?
I'll tell you why. I have a dreaded case of the flu.
Today I took my first steps outside in three days. That is a bloody long time being cooped up in my small room ok. It was one small step for mankind and one giant leap for Laura Collinson.
I can feel my mind slowly collapsing in on itself, forced to watch sex and the city all day, every day. Listening to Carrie Bradshaw moan when she has a boyfriend, when she doesn't and in fact about every possible topic in the world. I don't think I like you very much Carrie Bradshaw. Screw you. You aint no female role model, you're just a...erm...moan-er. There i said it.
Right see, small insight into my insanity for you there.
I think I'm going to go and do something productive. I have an idea actually...it's starts with an S and ends in ex and the city.....
Saturday 21 March 2009
Saturday 14 March 2009
Patrick Wolf, KoKo, Camden.
I've done Ed Larrikin and The Pan I Am so it wouldn't be fair to neglect Ed's bezzi mate Patrick Wolf. Full of JD and in high spirits I made the journey to Camden to see everyones favourite eccentric...
He may be as camp as a row of tents but Patrick Wolf has got a bloody good set of pipes on him. Last night he was beautifully magnificent, with particular emphasis on beautifully, and swept through his rather short set with elegance and a lot of glitter...
The entry fee was a mere £5 and although I missed the support band, Micachu, I got my moneys worth for definite. Pat played a small selection from his previous albums along with some new off his forthcoming, which were upbeat and dancy compared with the earlier haunting melodies.
Patrick came across as simply charming, juxtoposed with the rumours earlier this month that he had fired and humiliated his drummer on stage??? Strange really, as he couldn't have been futher from that image last night. His band really accentuated the whole performance and were very, very talented to say the least.
The venue itself is so fitting for Patrick Wolf, a converted theatre, it has balconies swirling high above the stalls and matched his theatrical performance down to a tee. This performance wouldn't have been complete without a relatively odd costume, and we weren't disappointed....bondage braces and a shit load of glitter on his face. Great.
The crowd at KoKo reacted differently to how others do at a Patrick Wolf gig. It was pretty violent to say Wolf's main element is folk and was full of pretentious wankers with nothing to be pretentious about. That's London for ya kids.
After the set including classics such as The Libertine, Tristan and Bluebells and some new such as Battles (gunna be popular) ended, a shit dj from club NME took over and I danced away into the night to some really bad indie music. JD does miracles. Cracking night.
Monday 9 March 2009
Pizza? Up yours!
Do you remember Donny Tourette?
You know, of the band the Towers of London?
No? Didn't think so. If the answer to that question was yes, don't worry your secret's safe with me.
As i was casually eating my American Hot at Pizza Express the other day, using my cleverly printed off 2 for 1 voucher as us students do best in order to survive on non studenty food, a 'celebrity' walked in. This 'celebrity' was not Donny Tourette of Towers of London and Celebrity Big Brother fame but his brother, also of the same band. Now if you have been lucky enough not to have heard the Towers of London and their rediculous attempt at punk circa 1970 then you are lucky. To summarise, they sound a little bit like sid vicious vomiting up some poorly written lyrics about vermin with about as much swagger and style as Christopher Biggins.
I found this image of a member of a so-called punk band who supposedly resent the government and big corporations sitting in Pizza Express eating tomato and mozzarella salad with his strangely old girlfriend a bit of a contradiction. Now, correct me if i'm wrong but i'm pretty sure that Pizza Express belongs to a fairly large corporation and a restaraunt chain...
Perhaps that is why the Tourettes remain Z list celebrities and will do forever more. Even a brief stint on Celebrity Big Brother and a rumoured affair with a Geldof isn't enough to get this band of the ground it seems...
You're just not in it for the music, man.
You know, of the band the Towers of London?
No? Didn't think so. If the answer to that question was yes, don't worry your secret's safe with me.
As i was casually eating my American Hot at Pizza Express the other day, using my cleverly printed off 2 for 1 voucher as us students do best in order to survive on non studenty food, a 'celebrity' walked in. This 'celebrity' was not Donny Tourette of Towers of London and Celebrity Big Brother fame but his brother, also of the same band. Now if you have been lucky enough not to have heard the Towers of London and their rediculous attempt at punk circa 1970 then you are lucky. To summarise, they sound a little bit like sid vicious vomiting up some poorly written lyrics about vermin with about as much swagger and style as Christopher Biggins.
I found this image of a member of a so-called punk band who supposedly resent the government and big corporations sitting in Pizza Express eating tomato and mozzarella salad with his strangely old girlfriend a bit of a contradiction. Now, correct me if i'm wrong but i'm pretty sure that Pizza Express belongs to a fairly large corporation and a restaraunt chain...
Perhaps that is why the Tourettes remain Z list celebrities and will do forever more. Even a brief stint on Celebrity Big Brother and a rumoured affair with a Geldof isn't enough to get this band of the ground it seems...
You're just not in it for the music, man.
Thursday 5 March 2009
The North/ South Divide... in musical terms.
Last night was interesting to say the least.
Met up with Gary and Rob. After being robbed, no pun intended, in bar 1001 (£4.50 for a magners??? Not cool) we began to walk towards the local pub, The Pride of Spitalfields. We then encountered Katy Bev on the way who had guest list plus 3 for a gig at Macbeth so we decided it might be fun. I can't resist the word guest list, makes me feel all important (ha).
On arriving the atmosphere was good and there seemed to be a fairly big crowd. Went to the bar, ordered a cider (deceiving pear eww) and went for a fag as the band were, as we thought, sound checking. We later realised that the band was not sound checking, this strange collection of noise was their set. It was strange. Quite unlike anything I've heard before. Unfortunately, the bands i am talking about here i have no recollection of their names, that's probably for the best as no one can sue. So use your imagination here if you will. When we returned to watch the second band, after hearing Gary's hilarious go karting anecdote we sidled to the settees at the rear of the venue. About enough distance away from the crowd so if i broke out in hysterics i would be alright without the fear of being beaten with a violin.
Now, the second bands 'sound' was appropriately described by Gary, "They sound like the tin man falling down the stairs", or alternatively, "It sounds like the girl got a pan out the cupboard, dropped it, tried to pick it up and dropped it again. Oh damn it! Not again." Classic. People were seriously into this stuff though....I'm talking around 40 people watching the band, which seemed to have it's own internal rhythm which didn't quite fit with mine.
This is one of the occasions when i reflect on the vast difference in acceptability in both London, and the North West. Now if this, let's say 'experimental' gig, was played in the Cellar bar in Blackburn or The Imperial in Chorley then i am 100% sure within 2minutes of their set, this band would have the shit kicked out of them, probably with me leading the way. I know i always go back to this London Vs Blackburn thing but it is becoming more and more apparent to me the difference, especially when flitting between the two so often as i do.
This band, which will remain forever anonymous, are truly a creature of their environment. And judging by the crowds reaction are what people want. As bizarrely to me as this may seem.
Fun night, very comical, thanks unknown strange bands!
Met up with Gary and Rob. After being robbed, no pun intended, in bar 1001 (£4.50 for a magners??? Not cool) we began to walk towards the local pub, The Pride of Spitalfields. We then encountered Katy Bev on the way who had guest list plus 3 for a gig at Macbeth so we decided it might be fun. I can't resist the word guest list, makes me feel all important (ha).
On arriving the atmosphere was good and there seemed to be a fairly big crowd. Went to the bar, ordered a cider (deceiving pear eww) and went for a fag as the band were, as we thought, sound checking. We later realised that the band was not sound checking, this strange collection of noise was their set. It was strange. Quite unlike anything I've heard before. Unfortunately, the bands i am talking about here i have no recollection of their names, that's probably for the best as no one can sue. So use your imagination here if you will. When we returned to watch the second band, after hearing Gary's hilarious go karting anecdote we sidled to the settees at the rear of the venue. About enough distance away from the crowd so if i broke out in hysterics i would be alright without the fear of being beaten with a violin.
Now, the second bands 'sound' was appropriately described by Gary, "They sound like the tin man falling down the stairs", or alternatively, "It sounds like the girl got a pan out the cupboard, dropped it, tried to pick it up and dropped it again. Oh damn it! Not again." Classic. People were seriously into this stuff though....I'm talking around 40 people watching the band, which seemed to have it's own internal rhythm which didn't quite fit with mine.
This is one of the occasions when i reflect on the vast difference in acceptability in both London, and the North West. Now if this, let's say 'experimental' gig, was played in the Cellar bar in Blackburn or The Imperial in Chorley then i am 100% sure within 2minutes of their set, this band would have the shit kicked out of them, probably with me leading the way. I know i always go back to this London Vs Blackburn thing but it is becoming more and more apparent to me the difference, especially when flitting between the two so often as i do.
This band, which will remain forever anonymous, are truly a creature of their environment. And judging by the crowds reaction are what people want. As bizarrely to me as this may seem.
Fun night, very comical, thanks unknown strange bands!
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