Seriously, I don't think I can be arsed with this thing anymore. Nothing much is happening that I can complain about, everything is peachy. Which means, unfortunately, that my blog just isn't funny. Devastated.
Although people who can't spell piss me off well good.
I'll see if I can find something remotely interesting and funny to talk about over the coming days.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Anesthetize.
Well, I haven't exactly been loyal to my supreme fans (I know that sounds like i'm a prick. But hey, people do read this shit :P). I didn't update this daily like I say I do in my wonderful press releases (see other: status updates). I, for once in my entire life, was actually busy. I got in from work at say, 4 30pm, I had to write up 2 reports, wash my hair (it looked like it used to, ew) make dinner and watch Frasier, clearly. Then it was off to the Pool of life to play a gig with pop sensation Lee Broderick.
Teaching is still going really well, although as implied before, the school does have its fair share of stanely knife wielding ASBO-chavs, however, I get called sir alot, which is immense.
Updates from school, lets see what has been mentioned about me by these passing sprogs.
Today, although my hair was straight and neat, and obviously I looked lavish in a suit, a year 9 girl still managed to mutter "...sweaty goth". I muttered back "sweaty goth with prospects", win.
Since i've been bitten somewhat by some kind of fashion bug (see: mother buying it). I'm wearing a skinny silver tie to work, its rather lovely, and surprisingly, it's been diverting kids attention away from my hair, thankfully. I got a haircut for this job, cock-fags. Stop saying it.
Some lad said "skinny ties are mega" to his mate as I passed, sarcastically of course, however, it was nice. Although one day I was walking to form and some lad actually said "there's something wrong with your tie knobhead!". I'm staying calm so far, but no doubt I will go postal and take out the entire school at some point.
Some girl that looks like Tori Amos (see: ginger) if she fell off her bike a few times keeps sarcastically saying "You're sexy and you know it". I don't compliment her back. I just report her. Ha.
I answer the door and telephone in the staff room now, it's amazing.
Other news, I played a gig, that wen't well. I got slashed off 3 pints and it looked as though Lee and I we're about to kiss a couple of times cause we shared a mic. A poet that I went on a date with once kept poking me, she has probably written a book full of haiku's about it.
My dad emptied a petrol tank in a BP garage.
I wore my diamond treble cleff cufflinks to work today.
One of my tasks at school is to track a student for day, I'm tracking Henry tomorrow, the little Christian boy that reads a mini version of The New Testament and says "good morning" after every sentence, if he tries to convert me i'll throw my shoe at him.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
P.S. I realise i'm not complaining at the moment, I'm sorry, it would just be about how shit students are anyway, I think that's heavily implied here anyways.
Teaching is still going really well, although as implied before, the school does have its fair share of stanely knife wielding ASBO-chavs, however, I get called sir alot, which is immense.
Updates from school, lets see what has been mentioned about me by these passing sprogs.
Today, although my hair was straight and neat, and obviously I looked lavish in a suit, a year 9 girl still managed to mutter "...sweaty goth". I muttered back "sweaty goth with prospects", win.
Since i've been bitten somewhat by some kind of fashion bug (see: mother buying it). I'm wearing a skinny silver tie to work, its rather lovely, and surprisingly, it's been diverting kids attention away from my hair, thankfully. I got a haircut for this job, cock-fags. Stop saying it.
Some lad said "skinny ties are mega" to his mate as I passed, sarcastically of course, however, it was nice. Although one day I was walking to form and some lad actually said "there's something wrong with your tie knobhead!". I'm staying calm so far, but no doubt I will go postal and take out the entire school at some point.
Some girl that looks like Tori Amos (see: ginger) if she fell off her bike a few times keeps sarcastically saying "You're sexy and you know it". I don't compliment her back. I just report her. Ha.
I answer the door and telephone in the staff room now, it's amazing.
Other news, I played a gig, that wen't well. I got slashed off 3 pints and it looked as though Lee and I we're about to kiss a couple of times cause we shared a mic. A poet that I went on a date with once kept poking me, she has probably written a book full of haiku's about it.
My dad emptied a petrol tank in a BP garage.
I wore my diamond treble cleff cufflinks to work today.
One of my tasks at school is to track a student for day, I'm tracking Henry tomorrow, the little Christian boy that reads a mini version of The New Testament and says "good morning" after every sentence, if he tries to convert me i'll throw my shoe at him.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
P.S. I realise i'm not complaining at the moment, I'm sorry, it would just be about how shit students are anyway, I think that's heavily implied here anyways.
Monday, 9 June 2008
Summer Romance.
So, Donc, children, les gamins.
I am a teaching, member of staff type thing :D. And surprisingly I don't have much to complain about. Of course, school is still full of small A.D.D bastards up to their eyes on ritalin and probably crack. However, the fact that I wear a name tag and dress like a champion now is great as I don't really get heckled like I did in uniform, so. Magic.
I did get some grief off some noob obviously, it went like this, verbatim:
Since he was a chav, I'll transcribe appropriately, obv.
"HeY LaD, WaT iS uR jOb ErE!?!"
"Teacher"
"WhAtS uR nAmE?...sKiNhEaD?!"
How very drole. To be fair though thats much more original than most other things I've heard.
So, benefits. I get to sit off in the staff room, have free toast and coffee/tea. And I get to queue jump in the canteen line, best thing ever. Plus I get to use the staff toilets. I always wondered what they would be like, they're just as shit as normal toilets, don't get your hopes up.
Theres another guy on the music scheme with me called Rich. He plays piano. He recited Martha My Dear on the spot. What a saint. Theres also this kind of student teacher for music whos butch and swiss, she looks like a fat version of Sian, I really want her to say Smorgasbord. Preferably Smorgasbord of Pop.
Theres a guy in my Form class that says "Good morning/afternoon miss" everytime he speaks to the teacher. He seems nice enough like. But in the "quiet reading" part of the morning he sits back and reads a page or two of the New Testament. I reckon he's Satans Spawn and he's probably gonna get some kind of Succubus onto me as I laugh everytime he says Good Morning.
Sorry this hasn't been really funny and stuff. Not much comedic shit has gone down today, nor has some annoying complaining type shit. So I apologise. I'll try and improve as the week progresses.
Although the doctors didn't have my prescription. Ugh.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
I am a teaching, member of staff type thing :D. And surprisingly I don't have much to complain about. Of course, school is still full of small A.D.D bastards up to their eyes on ritalin and probably crack. However, the fact that I wear a name tag and dress like a champion now is great as I don't really get heckled like I did in uniform, so. Magic.
I did get some grief off some noob obviously, it went like this, verbatim:
Since he was a chav, I'll transcribe appropriately, obv.
"HeY LaD, WaT iS uR jOb ErE!?!"
"Teacher"
"WhAtS uR nAmE?...sKiNhEaD?!"
How very drole. To be fair though thats much more original than most other things I've heard.
So, benefits. I get to sit off in the staff room, have free toast and coffee/tea. And I get to queue jump in the canteen line, best thing ever. Plus I get to use the staff toilets. I always wondered what they would be like, they're just as shit as normal toilets, don't get your hopes up.
Theres another guy on the music scheme with me called Rich. He plays piano. He recited Martha My Dear on the spot. What a saint. Theres also this kind of student teacher for music whos butch and swiss, she looks like a fat version of Sian, I really want her to say Smorgasbord. Preferably Smorgasbord of Pop.
Theres a guy in my Form class that says "Good morning/afternoon miss" everytime he speaks to the teacher. He seems nice enough like. But in the "quiet reading" part of the morning he sits back and reads a page or two of the New Testament. I reckon he's Satans Spawn and he's probably gonna get some kind of Succubus onto me as I laugh everytime he says Good Morning.
Sorry this hasn't been really funny and stuff. Not much comedic shit has gone down today, nor has some annoying complaining type shit. So I apologise. I'll try and improve as the week progresses.
Although the doctors didn't have my prescription. Ugh.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
What a Wonderful Charicature of Intimacy.
Not much to mention today kids. Ormskirk is so gash for a night out.
I'm a teacher starting tomorrow. Immense, I have to write down a log everyday about my experience, I might just cut and paste this blog in. See how that affects my mark.
I'm gonna have a bath tonight. But right now. I feel like watching American Pyscho. So that's whats gonna go down.
I listened to all of Amputechture crunked last night at about 2am. That was a mind fuck.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
I'm a teacher starting tomorrow. Immense, I have to write down a log everyday about my experience, I might just cut and paste this blog in. See how that affects my mark.
I'm gonna have a bath tonight. But right now. I feel like watching American Pyscho. So that's whats gonna go down.
I listened to all of Amputechture crunked last night at about 2am. That was a mind fuck.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
Saturday, 7 June 2008
#41.
Before I go into anything. I urge you to check this band out.
Big Wreck - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvuUwy8kcSk
Proper late 90's hard rock. Awesome. They opened for Dream Theater back in 1997/98. They're dead as a dodo now like. But they're just so fucking good.
Anyways. Today was interesting. I had to guy and buy some smart clothes for this teaching job, so I spent 6 hours shopping in Liverpool. And guess what, I'm rife with complaints. Although I did get to see the HMS Ark Royal, how very Under Seige, I was expecting Steven Seagal and that chick with big boobs to be running around shooting extras, not the TV show, the physical act.
I bought £130's worth of smart apparel in TopMan. This really cute girl with a speech impediment helped me out. I look sterling.
Speaking of which, I need to get out of this suit. Give me a few.
J'ai returné.
Complaint #1 today is about peoples Favourite Music section on social network sights like Myspazz and the ole Book. It just annoys me good style when people can't define their taste. I guess this is me going all Obsessive Compulsive again, but when people are all "I'll listen 2 anythin rele!1". I just wanna go.
"Oh really? so you're a big fan of Progressive Death Metal? how about Latin? Free Jazz? Dust? anyone...no?.
I went to the Egg today for some monster Cheese on Toast. It was immense, I still think that Michael guy really hates me, even though I'm 1/4 of The Lost Keys. Punk Ass.
Theres a big sign outside the egg on a building saying "The Global Temperature between 1997 and 2007 was higher than its ever been".
Good! Have a solero and shut the fuck up.
Complaint #2 today is about Headphones, more specifically people with headphones. Why do you people insist on walking around with just 1 headphone in? You're missing out on at LEAST 2 tracks of wonderful musical instrumentation, a girl I was once with did this, I asked her why. She just said "cause I like to hear whats going on around me too". Bollocks, you're just a tit. I'd love to see your reaction to a 5.1.
Secondly, why, and i mean fucking WHY? do people have their headphones in when they're in company?. Its just fucking rude, it's basically them saying "Yeah listen mate. Jared Leto saying "I'll Attack" is way more interesting than our friendship". If Broderick had his headphones in when I was talking (see: complaining, moaning). I'd give him a mouthful.
Don't even talk to me about Big Brother.
Complaint #3. Primark.
I can't stand clothes shopping as it is, but at least some shops have the decency to have their clothes in a clear cut and NEAT manner. Whereas when you walk in Primark, it's like you've just walked into some kind of fashion Jihad, everything is EVERYWHERE. And everyone is running towards everything and rooting through clothes like a fat kid at a buffet. At least I didn't have to spend long in there. When I left, the relief washed over me in an awesome wave.
"Chubby Chasers with Chevy Chase". Somebody should commission this TV idea.
I'm going to Ormskirk tonight. I think i'm gonna wear this tie i bought with a casual shirt.
Aldenté.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
Big Wreck - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvuUwy8kcSk
Proper late 90's hard rock. Awesome. They opened for Dream Theater back in 1997/98. They're dead as a dodo now like. But they're just so fucking good.
Anyways. Today was interesting. I had to guy and buy some smart clothes for this teaching job, so I spent 6 hours shopping in Liverpool. And guess what, I'm rife with complaints. Although I did get to see the HMS Ark Royal, how very Under Seige, I was expecting Steven Seagal and that chick with big boobs to be running around shooting extras, not the TV show, the physical act.
I bought £130's worth of smart apparel in TopMan. This really cute girl with a speech impediment helped me out. I look sterling.
Speaking of which, I need to get out of this suit. Give me a few.
J'ai returné.
Complaint #1 today is about peoples Favourite Music section on social network sights like Myspazz and the ole Book. It just annoys me good style when people can't define their taste. I guess this is me going all Obsessive Compulsive again, but when people are all "I'll listen 2 anythin rele!1". I just wanna go.
"Oh really? so you're a big fan of Progressive Death Metal? how about Latin? Free Jazz? Dust? anyone...no?.
I went to the Egg today for some monster Cheese on Toast. It was immense, I still think that Michael guy really hates me, even though I'm 1/4 of The Lost Keys. Punk Ass.
Theres a big sign outside the egg on a building saying "The Global Temperature between 1997 and 2007 was higher than its ever been".
Good! Have a solero and shut the fuck up.
Complaint #2 today is about Headphones, more specifically people with headphones. Why do you people insist on walking around with just 1 headphone in? You're missing out on at LEAST 2 tracks of wonderful musical instrumentation, a girl I was once with did this, I asked her why. She just said "cause I like to hear whats going on around me too". Bollocks, you're just a tit. I'd love to see your reaction to a 5.1.
Secondly, why, and i mean fucking WHY? do people have their headphones in when they're in company?. Its just fucking rude, it's basically them saying "Yeah listen mate. Jared Leto saying "I'll Attack" is way more interesting than our friendship". If Broderick had his headphones in when I was talking (see: complaining, moaning). I'd give him a mouthful.
Don't even talk to me about Big Brother.
Complaint #3. Primark.
I can't stand clothes shopping as it is, but at least some shops have the decency to have their clothes in a clear cut and NEAT manner. Whereas when you walk in Primark, it's like you've just walked into some kind of fashion Jihad, everything is EVERYWHERE. And everyone is running towards everything and rooting through clothes like a fat kid at a buffet. At least I didn't have to spend long in there. When I left, the relief washed over me in an awesome wave.
"Chubby Chasers with Chevy Chase". Somebody should commission this TV idea.
I'm going to Ormskirk tonight. I think i'm gonna wear this tie i bought with a casual shirt.
Aldenté.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
Friday, 6 June 2008
I know it's sad, but I never gave a damn about the weather...
...and it never gave a damn about me.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my new favourite lyric.
1am this morning, I was walking down Southport Road, it smelt like mussels. I had Panic At The Discos' (minus the !) new album playing and that lyric stuck out like a sore thumb. I don't really know why, I'm usually not much of a lyric person, but I guess I just really like that line.
Got the album yesterday, its pretty good. The emos' hate it, but to be honest, I'd give my left nut to sound like a modern day Fab Four, which they do pretty convincingly here. Pretty.Odd has circa 1967 Beatles written all over it. And it sounds much more fresh (ironically) and fun than any other band on the Fueled By Ramen roster. Check it out.
Enough of the review. It's gonna be a long one today kids.
Song #10 on my mixed cd list below was Dreams by Fleetwood Mac by the way. Even the shit Coors cover from '97 can't make me deny how much I love that song.
On Frasier today right...oh wait. There WAS no Frasier today. What in the blue fuck? What am I meant to do with my cup of Earl Grey now? Complaint #1.
The cat is meowing, he wants to go out.
I'm gonna do a shameless bit of self promotion/plugging here before I go into complaint #2, which is sure to be a long one. Since i'm in a band and shit. We've been recording material for a pseudo-EP type thing. And most of them our up on Lee Brodericks Myspace Page. Whats that, you want the link I hear? Ok.
www.myspace.com/leebroderickofficial.
Hopefully you'll enjoy them and eye up some gigs we'll be playing and you will come along. Unless you're a sound tech. In which case Myspaces' compressing skillz will no doubt piss you off. Resulting in some hot ass mixes, and what Liam "tonal centre" Gaughan called "a clip fest". But hey, its good pop.
In other news, my dressing gown came out of the wash. Divine isn't the word, but it's the first one that comes to mind.
Right so. After having a conversation with our bass player and some others about this the other day. I figured i'd try and put this complaint/annoyance of mine into text form, for you all to read and enjoy, and hopefully, agree with.
Complaint #2 - Students.
I went to university to be intellectually stimulated, enjoy a great social life, and meet some academic indiviuals with a true interest in something. Oh lord that's not what happened.
The complaint here is not university, but the students withtin and their interests and hobbies. I guess this sticks out alot to me since I have a hobby thanks, I play 3 musical instruments.
I don't know about you. But are the interests of the majority of students you know "gOinG oUt N gEtTin PisSeD wIf mA M8s!"??. Whats up with that? Are these people that fucking dull? Am I supposed to make some kind of connection with these people? Sure. I love going out and sinking a few pints, who doesn't. But it's not my fucking main interest.
I guess the great thing about a place like LIPA for someone like me is that as soon as you walk in, you immediately have a connection with EVERYONE, cause you're a performer, an artist.
You walk into the somewhere like the Edge Hill union and you realise that the interests of these 1'500 people also happens to be the past time of 90% of our demographic. Wow.
And the government wants to have 50% of this demographic in uni by 2010?. Vote Conservative, seriously.
I guess the bottom line here is. Get a hobby. Sports, Music, Art, Literature, Poetry, Languages, collect stamps for all I fucking care. Just be a bit interesting please.
You're either finding my musings on modern student life humourous, or downright offensive, either way. I'm doing something right.
I miss this certain girl who always say hello to me on MSN. Hurry back and spill orange juice everywhere, like you used to.
I saw this girl yesterday in Waterstones browsing the Bret Easton Ellis section. I think I fell in love right there. Why I didn't go over and say hello whilst hiding behind a copy of Lunar Park is beyond me.
The cd is skipping, i'll be right back...
Complaint #3 - Fringes.
I got a fringe the other day. And the one thing I dislike about them is the fact that they block your fod from the sun and stuff. Therefore, under it all its a bit spotty and groggy. I guess thats the price I pay for trying to be a tad stylish. But seriously, under my fringe is like the cover for feckin' Out Of Exile.
Thats pretty much it. If you've read through all of this post. I thankyou. Next time I see you I will buy you a biscotti.
P.S...How fucking good are Weezer?
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my new favourite lyric.
1am this morning, I was walking down Southport Road, it smelt like mussels. I had Panic At The Discos' (minus the !) new album playing and that lyric stuck out like a sore thumb. I don't really know why, I'm usually not much of a lyric person, but I guess I just really like that line.
Got the album yesterday, its pretty good. The emos' hate it, but to be honest, I'd give my left nut to sound like a modern day Fab Four, which they do pretty convincingly here. Pretty.Odd has circa 1967 Beatles written all over it. And it sounds much more fresh (ironically) and fun than any other band on the Fueled By Ramen roster. Check it out.
Enough of the review. It's gonna be a long one today kids.
Song #10 on my mixed cd list below was Dreams by Fleetwood Mac by the way. Even the shit Coors cover from '97 can't make me deny how much I love that song.
On Frasier today right...oh wait. There WAS no Frasier today. What in the blue fuck? What am I meant to do with my cup of Earl Grey now? Complaint #1.
The cat is meowing, he wants to go out.
I'm gonna do a shameless bit of self promotion/plugging here before I go into complaint #2, which is sure to be a long one. Since i'm in a band and shit. We've been recording material for a pseudo-EP type thing. And most of them our up on Lee Brodericks Myspace Page. Whats that, you want the link I hear? Ok.
www.myspace.com/leebroderickofficial.
Hopefully you'll enjoy them and eye up some gigs we'll be playing and you will come along. Unless you're a sound tech. In which case Myspaces' compressing skillz will no doubt piss you off. Resulting in some hot ass mixes, and what Liam "tonal centre" Gaughan called "a clip fest". But hey, its good pop.
In other news, my dressing gown came out of the wash. Divine isn't the word, but it's the first one that comes to mind.
Right so. After having a conversation with our bass player and some others about this the other day. I figured i'd try and put this complaint/annoyance of mine into text form, for you all to read and enjoy, and hopefully, agree with.
Complaint #2 - Students.
I went to university to be intellectually stimulated, enjoy a great social life, and meet some academic indiviuals with a true interest in something. Oh lord that's not what happened.
The complaint here is not university, but the students withtin and their interests and hobbies. I guess this sticks out alot to me since I have a hobby thanks, I play 3 musical instruments.
I don't know about you. But are the interests of the majority of students you know "gOinG oUt N gEtTin PisSeD wIf mA M8s!"??. Whats up with that? Are these people that fucking dull? Am I supposed to make some kind of connection with these people? Sure. I love going out and sinking a few pints, who doesn't. But it's not my fucking main interest.
I guess the great thing about a place like LIPA for someone like me is that as soon as you walk in, you immediately have a connection with EVERYONE, cause you're a performer, an artist.
You walk into the somewhere like the Edge Hill union and you realise that the interests of these 1'500 people also happens to be the past time of 90% of our demographic. Wow.
And the government wants to have 50% of this demographic in uni by 2010?. Vote Conservative, seriously.
I guess the bottom line here is. Get a hobby. Sports, Music, Art, Literature, Poetry, Languages, collect stamps for all I fucking care. Just be a bit interesting please.
You're either finding my musings on modern student life humourous, or downright offensive, either way. I'm doing something right.
I miss this certain girl who always say hello to me on MSN. Hurry back and spill orange juice everywhere, like you used to.
I saw this girl yesterday in Waterstones browsing the Bret Easton Ellis section. I think I fell in love right there. Why I didn't go over and say hello whilst hiding behind a copy of Lunar Park is beyond me.
The cd is skipping, i'll be right back...
Complaint #3 - Fringes.
I got a fringe the other day. And the one thing I dislike about them is the fact that they block your fod from the sun and stuff. Therefore, under it all its a bit spotty and groggy. I guess thats the price I pay for trying to be a tad stylish. But seriously, under my fringe is like the cover for feckin' Out Of Exile.
Thats pretty much it. If you've read through all of this post. I thankyou. Next time I see you I will buy you a biscotti.
P.S...How fucking good are Weezer?
Thursday, 5 June 2008
Drunk Evenings with a Guitarist
This shall be a short post. Thats not to say I don't have the unsaliable urge to write more, but this is the way these things work.
This week, I've been obsessing over a quote by a guy called Guy De Mapessant. It goes, "Words and phrases can be mimed by the face, but black ink on white page is the soul laid bare".
Now this intruiges me. In some way, it demeans a lot of simpler artforms, (songwriting, playwriting to ceratin extent), and that kind of gets my goat. I mean, honestly, who is some 19th century intellectual to tell me how to appreciate work. Though, he does have a point.
I look at "Britains got talent" and other such nonsence; and I see young children being praised for their ability to sing Puccini. Fair play they can sing, but can they sing Puccini? It takes gall, passion and most importantly, balls to sing Puccini with conviction. These kids are the Argos catalougue of opera. And it aggrevates me.
Call me shallow. Its the fucking truth.
Now dont get me wrong, I'm not badmouthing these kids. They're very talented. I'm badmouthing the people who tell them they have a "wonderous talent". I mean, lets be honest, there are many of people, their age, who could sing these pieces with more conviction than them, they just won't resort to trying to impress Piers Morgan every saturday night.
And in all of this, Pucinni wanted to see oassion. He wanted wonder in his writing. Thats what he asked of the performer...from conception to 21st century manuscript.
I dont know where i'm going with this.
And seriously, whats up with the Beehives video?
x.
This week, I've been obsessing over a quote by a guy called Guy De Mapessant. It goes, "Words and phrases can be mimed by the face, but black ink on white page is the soul laid bare".
Now this intruiges me. In some way, it demeans a lot of simpler artforms, (songwriting, playwriting to ceratin extent), and that kind of gets my goat. I mean, honestly, who is some 19th century intellectual to tell me how to appreciate work. Though, he does have a point.
I look at "Britains got talent" and other such nonsence; and I see young children being praised for their ability to sing Puccini. Fair play they can sing, but can they sing Puccini? It takes gall, passion and most importantly, balls to sing Puccini with conviction. These kids are the Argos catalougue of opera. And it aggrevates me.
Call me shallow. Its the fucking truth.
Now dont get me wrong, I'm not badmouthing these kids. They're very talented. I'm badmouthing the people who tell them they have a "wonderous talent". I mean, lets be honest, there are many of people, their age, who could sing these pieces with more conviction than them, they just won't resort to trying to impress Piers Morgan every saturday night.
And in all of this, Pucinni wanted to see oassion. He wanted wonder in his writing. Thats what he asked of the performer...from conception to 21st century manuscript.
I dont know where i'm going with this.
And seriously, whats up with the Beehives video?
x.
Drunk Evenings with a Singer-Songwriter.
What started out as a free evening with a bottle of Jack Daniels turned into an evening with pop sensation Lee Broderick...with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
We tried showing each other some ideas for potential songs for the band, but I think the JD bypassed all that shit. We just ended up watching videos of fat kids falling over and stuff.
A few things I forgot to mention before. All the excitement of having my own blogspot made me miss out some stuff. Firstly.
I'll be a teacher for 3 weeks commencing monday. So expect lots, and i mean lots. Of posts, most likely referring to how shit children are, and how I will probably consider cutting my hair off.
Secondly, theres a woman on the 231 that looks like Rod Stewart. How amazing is that?
I have this thing lately that was inspired by Cameron Crowe in a documentary for Almost Famous (a film that Lee Broderick pop sensation bought me, champion). Every month as a kid he used to make a mixed cd with his favourite tracks of that month on. I've started this. I pick 10 and burn that shit. Here's whats on it this month, so hopefully you can map out some kind of idea of how badass my music taste is...
Ben Folds - Sentimental Guy
Dave Matthews Band - Drive In Drive Out (reminds me of Paris so much it hurts.)
John Mayer - I'm Gonna Find Another You
Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
Opeth - Porcelain Heart
Panic At The Disco - That Green Gentleman
Paramore - That's What You Get (I'm so punk pop its unreal.)
The Beatles - Fixing A Hole
The Mars Volta - Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt
Ahh well, thats 9. JD kills me. I had to take out my MP3 player just to check out what bands were fucking on there. Ugh.
So I do that every month, you'll be seeing many more of these in the future.
Anyways. Not much else to mention here I think. I'm currently in a kitchen listening to a severly underrated Black Crowes record.
Three Snakes and One Charm. Buy it.
Tomorrow night I'm going to the Dress Rehersal of some kind of yuppie rave performance. I can't wait.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
We tried showing each other some ideas for potential songs for the band, but I think the JD bypassed all that shit. We just ended up watching videos of fat kids falling over and stuff.
A few things I forgot to mention before. All the excitement of having my own blogspot made me miss out some stuff. Firstly.
I'll be a teacher for 3 weeks commencing monday. So expect lots, and i mean lots. Of posts, most likely referring to how shit children are, and how I will probably consider cutting my hair off.
Secondly, theres a woman on the 231 that looks like Rod Stewart. How amazing is that?
I have this thing lately that was inspired by Cameron Crowe in a documentary for Almost Famous (a film that Lee Broderick pop sensation bought me, champion). Every month as a kid he used to make a mixed cd with his favourite tracks of that month on. I've started this. I pick 10 and burn that shit. Here's whats on it this month, so hopefully you can map out some kind of idea of how badass my music taste is...
Ben Folds - Sentimental Guy
Dave Matthews Band - Drive In Drive Out (reminds me of Paris so much it hurts.)
John Mayer - I'm Gonna Find Another You
Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
Opeth - Porcelain Heart
Panic At The Disco - That Green Gentleman
Paramore - That's What You Get (I'm so punk pop its unreal.)
The Beatles - Fixing A Hole
The Mars Volta - Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt
Ahh well, thats 9. JD kills me. I had to take out my MP3 player just to check out what bands were fucking on there. Ugh.
So I do that every month, you'll be seeing many more of these in the future.
Anyways. Not much else to mention here I think. I'm currently in a kitchen listening to a severly underrated Black Crowes record.
Three Snakes and One Charm. Buy it.
Tomorrow night I'm going to the Dress Rehersal of some kind of yuppie rave performance. I can't wait.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
When It Rains
...on this side of town it touches everything.
I just thought i'd quote Miss Williams there considering its completley pissing it down outside. I love it when the rain gives it beans. Anyway, this is my blog spot. Since i've become a member of a fully fledged band my life has been substantially more interesting. Albeit still so mundane that the highlight of my day still consists of watching taped episodes of Frasier with a nice cup of Earl Grey in the morning. So, here, hopefully everyday you can read about my wonderful adventures, complete with lots of moaning and complaining about anything and everything, cause hey. Thats how I roll. As I say to many a person, I wouldn't be as fun if I didn't complain.
So. Today. June 5th. I started off the day sitting in bed at 2:30am eating a Ginsters pasty, shuffling through my MP3 player, drunken texting ex girlfriends and the like. I should learn not to do that, I think it gets me into trouble. I fall asleep with a light on.
Pat wakes me up at 6:30 shouting at me because I left the light on. Our electricity bill should be a fascinating read.
Today I decided to go to town. I needed to buy a Fathers Day gift, and after many attemps (i.e. going to Woolworths) to find the new Panic At The Disco album, I figure i'll get it in town for a decent enough price.
The journey into Liverpool brings up complaint #1. Old people.
Sure, I love my Grandma and the majority of old people. I love the way they're still so polite and courteous like they probably were in the 30's. But.
I dislike with a capital fucking D when they start talking to you when you're clearly sitting there minding your own business with your headphones in. They start talking about random shit. It's even worse when you're with your guitar and they pretend to know something about music.
"I went to see Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons in 1956..." Ugh.
However, I move seats and manage to make it into Liverpool without anymore distractions.
Complaint #2. Homeless People and The Big Issue.
As you come out of central station and you take a left to go to Bold Street. You're fleeced by this monobrowed individual, asking you to help the homeless, he knows me since I go into town about 3 or 4 times a week for whatever reason. And everytime I deny him and he tells me to "have a nice day fella". I'll try thankyou.
As my mates dad once said. "I'd buy a Big Issue, but they're shite."
The one thing I love about him and homeless people in general. Everytime I deny them stating "Sorry man I have no change". I waltz straight into HMV and walk about with about 20 quids worth of music. Oh the irony.
Anyway. I was meant to play a gig tonight at 3345 up on Parr Street. But it was cancelled. Double Booked. Even though I've been aware of this gig for at least a month. Peoples incompetance amazes me sometimes. Ahh well. I have more gigs coming up soon.
Therefore, this means I'm free tonight. I have 1 litre of Jack Daniels to drink. I might tackle some of it in the bath. A drunken shave sounds promising.
In Todays Frasier, Craney gave a speech at a batmitzvah in Klingon, but he thought it was Hebrew. Magic.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
I just thought i'd quote Miss Williams there considering its completley pissing it down outside. I love it when the rain gives it beans. Anyway, this is my blog spot. Since i've become a member of a fully fledged band my life has been substantially more interesting. Albeit still so mundane that the highlight of my day still consists of watching taped episodes of Frasier with a nice cup of Earl Grey in the morning. So, here, hopefully everyday you can read about my wonderful adventures, complete with lots of moaning and complaining about anything and everything, cause hey. Thats how I roll. As I say to many a person, I wouldn't be as fun if I didn't complain.
So. Today. June 5th. I started off the day sitting in bed at 2:30am eating a Ginsters pasty, shuffling through my MP3 player, drunken texting ex girlfriends and the like. I should learn not to do that, I think it gets me into trouble. I fall asleep with a light on.
Pat wakes me up at 6:30 shouting at me because I left the light on. Our electricity bill should be a fascinating read.
Today I decided to go to town. I needed to buy a Fathers Day gift, and after many attemps (i.e. going to Woolworths) to find the new Panic At The Disco album, I figure i'll get it in town for a decent enough price.
The journey into Liverpool brings up complaint #1. Old people.
Sure, I love my Grandma and the majority of old people. I love the way they're still so polite and courteous like they probably were in the 30's. But.
I dislike with a capital fucking D when they start talking to you when you're clearly sitting there minding your own business with your headphones in. They start talking about random shit. It's even worse when you're with your guitar and they pretend to know something about music.
"I went to see Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons in 1956..." Ugh.
However, I move seats and manage to make it into Liverpool without anymore distractions.
Complaint #2. Homeless People and The Big Issue.
As you come out of central station and you take a left to go to Bold Street. You're fleeced by this monobrowed individual, asking you to help the homeless, he knows me since I go into town about 3 or 4 times a week for whatever reason. And everytime I deny him and he tells me to "have a nice day fella". I'll try thankyou.
As my mates dad once said. "I'd buy a Big Issue, but they're shite."
The one thing I love about him and homeless people in general. Everytime I deny them stating "Sorry man I have no change". I waltz straight into HMV and walk about with about 20 quids worth of music. Oh the irony.
Anyway. I was meant to play a gig tonight at 3345 up on Parr Street. But it was cancelled. Double Booked. Even though I've been aware of this gig for at least a month. Peoples incompetance amazes me sometimes. Ahh well. I have more gigs coming up soon.
Therefore, this means I'm free tonight. I have 1 litre of Jack Daniels to drink. I might tackle some of it in the bath. A drunken shave sounds promising.
In Todays Frasier, Craney gave a speech at a batmitzvah in Klingon, but he thought it was Hebrew. Magic.
Goodbye,
Charlie S.
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