Archive for August, 2008

Instead of doing any work

August 21, 2008

I’m listening to new Bloc Party and remixes of Kylie Minogue

If only my brain could come to terms with the idea that if I finished up here at blogjob, I could go home and do more European tour preproduction!

I just LOVE my life sometimes. How is it only Thursday?

Get out the real fun, turn on the real drums..

August 18, 2008

NB the quality of the video below is better on Vimeo where it looks incredible. But I don’t know how to embed that here, so deal with that.

Johnny Foreigner are one of the only new bands (see: haven’t released a third album yet) in the world I can sit around and listen to and love and not do anything else and I find them exciting and enthralling and enrapturing.

My social skills leave nothing to be desired.

August 18, 2008

Friday was paella and a conversation between a few of us about what the new verb which has recently entered our collective consciousness actually means. This verb? ‘To skullfuck’.

Don’t look it up, by the way. We did. It’s pretty gross. This isn’t though. This is me being AMAZING company. Who wouldn’t invite me for dinner? I’m great with parents, small children and animals, too.

The trouble with technology

August 17, 2008

My laptop had a sadface hard disk epic fail last week. Most of what I need is on my external hard drive, so all’s not lost – but it’s a bit frustrating all the same.

Right now I’m trying to make a mix CD. It’s struck me that it would be FAR FAR easier for me to make a mix TAPE – using the aux cable into my stereo for stuff that’s on the computer, whether it’s streamed audio or on iTunes, and recording from CD to tape for the stuff that I have on easy-to-hand CD. Rather than worrying about importing tracks from CDs I can’t find the whole time I could just record off muxtapes and Last.fms and all the rest.

Unfortunately the intended recipient doesn’t own a cassette player, else that’s what I’d be doing. Perhaps I’ll do it for myself anyway though. For when the revolution comes and technology eats us all up, and all that’s left of your portable media devices is the indestructible Walkman you’ve had since you were 7 and a half and somehow – despite dropping it in puddles and bashing it around your bag for years – somehow, still works.