May 2012
I’ve been asleep before midnight and got eight solid hours per night for four days in a row for the first time in over a year and yet somehow I’m still coming home fucking knackered.
Yo bodyclock, what you playing at?
Also, the Fantomas-Melvins Big Band has to be one of the coolest things ever. Slayer + Melvins + Mr Bungle on one stage = a recipe for spectacular insanity.
One thing that baffles me about the Melvins is how they speed everything up to about 150% for live shows and somehow manage not to die.
Kyuss are playing on my birthday.
In fucking Germany. Not helpful.
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Ever in pursuit of new methods of procrastinating, I’ve resorted to smuggling my old GBA into college to kill time in between trying to work out what the hell I should be doing.
I definitely need to see Melvins again. Fantastic live band.
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Bloodstock is just gonna be one gigantic clusterfuck of drunken idiocy, stoned idiocy, pies and metal.
I can see it now.
Mum decided it was a good idea for us to have crumpets at 5pm.
I’m suffocating under the weight of our collective Englishness.
The problem with this summer weather is it’s making me want to do nothing but sit in the sun drinking beer and smoking pot and listening to Kyuss.
Which is not a helpful state of mind when I’m trying to get a job.
It’s a risky game, using Tumblr at college.
That zarking grunge post is now on almost 8000 notes. STOP.
I am 18 in four days. I’m not sure how to process this fact.
I’ve taken a recording of a dial-up modem connecting, cut it up, reversed it, pitch-shifted it, run it through delay, reverb and bitcrusher distortion, and looped it. And I’m now playing around with the resulting noise. I have no idea why. But it sounds really fucking evil.
Spent most of today creating harsh noise music. I don’t know why. Just sorta felt like it really.
House: Is that your stiff upper lip British way of saying "not a chance in hell"?
Chase: I'm Australian.
House: You put the Queen on your money. You're British.
So I just applied for a job apparently.
This is a new experience. It’s also the most productive thing I’ve done all year.
Need to make up for it with some intense, focused procrastination. Preferably with Melvins baselines.
Me: *drinking tea out of a mug labelled "Foxy Lady"*
Mum: Why have you got the Foxy Lady mug? That's one of my mugs.
Me: You're not using it. Besides, I can be a foxy lady if I damn well want!
Fucking hell, that last post was one entire run-on sentence. Tumblr has essentially ruined my grammar skills.
Well, not really. I’ve been getting nagged by English teachers about my run-on sentence use since year 8. Apparently varied sentence length doesn’t count for shit if you use more than one run-on per page. And if you don’t, you’re not using enough connectives. You...
Hard drive is still buggered so I’m going to spend today reading, playing Metal Slug, listening to the pathetically small amount of high-quality Melvins MP3s I have on my phone (and weeping at how bad mobile YouTube’s audio quality is in comparison) and sending out CVs in the hopes I can find a damn job and hopefully pay for my own new hard drive.
So I’ve found the problem.
Apparently half the files I need to actually run anything are corrupted. Which is probably the nasty side-effect of the warning I ignored the other day.
I think it’s time for a new hard drive anyway though.
It seems to me that every summer, our family gets into the habit of drinking all day long.
If anybody here likes post-metal, go check out A Storm of Light. Fucking good band.
Makes me very happy that Sleep played about three quarters of Dopesmoker last night. And that Al soundchecked by playing a load of Om riffs. And their adoration of smoke machines.
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“This is a good time to say that if you have hashish, please ignite it.”
– Al Cisneros before playing Sonic Titan
One thing that amused me about All Tomorrow’s Parties is that Yob had a 45 minute set. Which is literally enough for two and a half songs by their standards.
Need to deauthorize iTunes before upgrading Windows?
…sod it, I never use the store anyway.
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I hate how every time I can’t use my laptop, I start to realise it’s a very important part of both my hobbies and my social life. Probably because not having access to it means only having access to about a sixth of my music collection and no composing tools.
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Y’know how in Windows 7, when a program isn’t responding the window sort of whites out?
My entire screen is like that. Every single thing.
So I can’t reinstall Windows from scratch because I don’t have a hard drive to back up to, and I can’t upgrade because that requires me to be able to start my computer.
Fucking hell.
Nothing’s responding. Desktop, taskbar, start menu, task manager, the little windows that say “not responding”.
What the fuck did my computer manage to do fuck itself up so...
Coming home to a computer that magically broke while I was out. Not great.
Trying to think of words to describe Sleep’s live show.
But I can’t, because they turned my mind to mush. So good.
Front row for Sleep. YES.
Hang on… Sleep are about to play through a festival-sized rig.
This is going to break loudness records.
I’m seeing a lot of ATP shirts from previous years and several have Isis on them. So I want to say a big “fuck you” to everybody who managed to see them live.
And to give you guys some perspective as to the loudness in here, this is a room the size of a school hall with a sound rig the size of what Glastonbury would use.
I hereby deem that seeing stoner metal bands live whilst stoned is the best thing ever.
It’s amazing how many metalheads there are in Camden.
(by the way, Sam, if you know where I can find any patch stalls, let me know)
One thing that particularly pisses me off about London Liverpool Street station is that they have the nerve to charge for entrance to the loos. They’re not even nice loos. Grotty as fuck, only good thing is the Dyson Airblades.
Thankfully the turnstile’s busted so you don’t have to pay for your own bodily functions today.
Seriously though, when you need money just to piss,...
So the venue (Alexandra Palace) is surrounded by a fuck-off big park.
Sounds like a good place for a joint.
Apparently looking like a raging stoner in crust pants in a carriage with shitloads of spare seats doesn’t stop total strangers from sitting next to you.
I am ill at ease.
How the blazes is the 11:43 train so crowded?
Seriously though, I am not happy about mum waking me up so goddamn early.
I’ve had about three hours sleep since Wednesday morning and about one meal in that time. I was hoping to get back into a normal pattern today by sleeping until about 9 and cramming as much food as possible between waking up and getting the train.
Ah well. I’ll nap on the train.
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Heck, might as well try my luck again.
Birthday in a week. SEND NOODS, YO.
Oh yeah, by the way, happy Towel Day!
(everybody should know where their towel is)
(I fucking found them as well)
(this means I have two grams of pot and eighty quid to spend on merch/booze/food/more pot if needed)
(today is gonna be so fucking good)