22/07/2011

Final Friday

I want to share a quote, by Raf Simmons, that's sticking with me for the summer:


"The future, for me, is romantic. I don't understand people who say the past is romantic. Romantic, for me, is something you don't know yet, something you can dream about, something unknown and mystical. That I find fascinating."

I found this through Arabelle Sicardi and her blog 'Fashion Pirate', which kind of contradicts her latest post about the stale state of the internet (I'm just running around after people, collecting quotes and crafting them into some messed up tapestry of unoriginal musings... but then, as John Green says, 'maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting' - oh look, I did it again!).

This post is spiralling into quite a negative tone, but this is probably because, in efforts to be more honest, I'm stopping being such a super-happy-bunny-rabbit type person. That lying to oneself to detract from bad points is self-preservation up to a point, but it's starting to really get on my nerves: my life is completely lacking in compassion and how will you recognise the sun if it doesn't rain, blah, blah, blah.


I feel a bit bad for writing blah now, this is starting to sound like a journal entry! The last short thing I'm mentioning is that I'm thinking of stopping the days of the week blog titles. I did it from being inspired by Flight of the Conchords, when they always cut to what day of the week it is, and I quite admire the simplicity of it. However, this constant chronological naming of my posts is getting to be a bit of a drag for me... so the titles will probably end up being song titles. Which will bore me in the long run, again.


Summer break is going to be lovely, because I, convulsively, can not commit to a single thing - so weeks on end of high school really test my patience. It's over [for the next six weeks]!

21/07/2011

Thursday





Thought I'd post these pages from the MINX graphic novel 'The Plain Janes' to mark how I've been feeling in these last few weeks of school, rather than divulge a cliched account on the injustices of high school. Only one day left [and then two more years]!

06/07/2011

Wednesday



So here's the Charlie Simpson video (filmed by my sister, you can hear her talking about drinks and singing 'orchid' rather oddly in the background... not to mention, an unintelligent and almost unintelligible 'what' from myself).

Also, the Xcerts are good both 'stripped down' and what they are usually like: I recommend listening to 'he sinks, he sleeps' and 'Aberdeen 1987'. Sadly, I can't find great videos of them, but their albums are on spotify.

05/07/2011

Last Night

[Here's me, resembling the chesire cat, a la Alice in Wonderland]





I saw Charlie Simpson at the Wedgewood Rooms in Portsmouth. The only thing I can liken it to is going to see a gig at 14, and your imaginary friend walks onstage and plays really good guitar. It's that obsessive feeling that, because I don't remember my music taste without Charlie, I feel like I own him... yes, no way to put that across without sounding like a creep.

However, Charlie was fucking amazing! He's taller and more talented in person: the type of person who could, if they wanted to, get by in life on looks alone - but pays no attention to that and just really loves his music for the sheer beauty of it. This makes him better in my eyes to see how grounded and normal he is. Also, he's pretty adorably shy! Played the entire set with his eyes closed, and made polite and perfectly normal conversation with the audience, but didn't do anything pompous and assuming (which is good, if he'd been disgustingly pretentious I might have broken down and cried).

The two support acts were good, particularly the Xcerts - who'd stripped down their rockier sound to a tone more in-keeping with Charlie's folkier stuff. They were amazing!* A good skill for musicians is to make their audience feel comfortable and they were absolutely great at not taking themselves too seriously.

Charlie's new album is lovely: there's nothing to not like, the sound of it is really laidback and mellow without being boring. Last night, I learned that he really deserves his success and I feel really happy having gone to see him... got a bit of post-concert blues though. (not to mention absolute back cramp and my temporary loss of hearing: I need to work on my stamina at watching loud bands!)

*and I tweeted them this, and they tweeted back - therefore properly nice people!
PS: I have a brilliant video of Down, down, down that my sister filmed (we were so close!) but it's not letting me upload it :( so yeah.. one day it'll end up on here. Eventually.