If you're not beatin', I'm not joinin'.
Lordy, but LiveJournal's changed a lot since I last updated. Insert image? Embed Media?! The only part of 'embed media' that I want to see is 'bed me'.

Exams are slowly crawling closer like a man without legs, and so I'm updating this rather than revising. It's because I'm great, shut up. I only have 5, and by gum, I'm going to punch them all, right in their essay-questioning-guts.

Recent albums I've got (i.e. stolen via internet wizardry or borrowed off others):

Tomahawk - Anonymous

An excellent album. It's getting bad reviews left, right and centre, but if Tomahawk had maintained their standard rock approach, they would even now be growing stale like a slice of bread in a wind-tunnel. This new album has all the catchy timing, heavy drums and fun riffs of the other albums, but used in a completely different, Native American-fashion style. And it's like being stroked by an angel covered in cats' fur.

Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

After a few listens, I can say that this new album is up to 'the Moon and Antarcica' standard. Possibly even better. They've really refined their sound in the last few years, and this is good evidence for it. I suggest getting it if you've liked any of their older stuff.

Crowded House - a Best of

I thought I should probably hop onto the Crowded House wagon to see if it took me anywhere good. It took me to Pleasantville, but not to Wickedtown. We got there by driving down the middle of the road. I wonder how much further I can take this.

I'm going to get the new Elliott Smith one soon, and I can't wait.

I also bought Arrested Development Season One, which is really great comedy. At first you think it's just okay, but the more you watch, the more you realise it's pretty darn excellent. It's like that first bite into some Rice Krispies cereal, when you think 'well, it's okay, but it's no better than most cereals', but by the end of the bowl, you are GAGGING FOR MORE.

Recently I've been going to a lot of parties and I've accidentally (& drunkenly) seen dawn break far too many times.

One time was in Sheffield, and I took the train there. Since I did, I also took my train-book. My train-book is really just more of a general notebook where I write stuff when I'm bored.

Ode to Smear on the Window

Since I'm here
Mister Smear
I'd like to ask
A thing or two.
What do all
Of the people
Who ride on this train
Mean to you?
Do we matter
as we clatter
Down the tracks
The slightest bit?
I doubt we do
and if that's true
Then maybe I'm
The piece of shit.


Apple Lies

If I met a baker
Who made his apple pies
Without a single apple in
I'd have to ask him why.

"Why?" I'd ask the baker,
"Apples aren't that scarce.
It's surely not an apple pie
If all you've used are pears."

Perhaps then he would say to me
With sorrow in his eyes
"If you've eaten all your apples,
You can't put them in your pies."

Late
I'm first to the party
The birthday boy's late
I just hope I haven't
Come on the wrong date.
So whiskey's my friend
and my friend is heartwarming
And it serves me right to
Come early without warning.
The windows are blue
and the sofas are red;
It's forming a neon
Party in my head
And the alcohol's helping
Me smile to myself
I bet the bar staff
Think I need mental help.



In other news, I'm sure you've all heard about the bees. We've got to make a concerted effort to save them, otherwise all we'll have are hornets and wasps. HORNETS AND FUCKIN' WASPS. They're nature's paedophiles.