Monday, August 07, 2006

Rotten device, I’ll say it twice…

After a particularly irksome bout of feeling unwell, I’m almost back to my normal self after a monging weekend of bumming around the flat watching TV, listening to records etc and two days of absence from the ole office.

Lisa returned safely from her jaunt to London to see Madonna, although when I left my deathbed to pick her up from the station she didn’t exactly look the picture of health. Once more it appears that the novelty of her and friend Emma’s accents proved pivotal in their engaging with total strangers and their demise into a drunken night which saw them arrive back at their hotel at 9.30 am, only to learn they would be required to check out of their accommodation by 10.30am- giving them both an hour to pack and resulting in a sleepless night. From what sense I managed to get out of her they slept on the platform in Euston whilst they waited several hours for their trains after using and abusing the lavatories in the nearest Starbucks.

Of course as I was a mere whisp from death, I was sadly unable to tend to my usual housework chores and Lisa was greeted to particularly messy abode upon her return. Ho hum. Then had to ask her if I could borrow some money to buy some milk and bread as we were all out and I was proper skint…..welcome home!!!

Once more I was berated by my nearest and dearest about my “alleged Man flu” – no matter how much phlegm I coughed up the look of disapproval and the slow shake of the head was directed towards me. Of course this wouldn’t be the first time that I had been unjustly accused of having this ‘man flu’, so I just bravely continued my recovery from the jaws’ of death without wishing to complain of my many ailments for fear of reprisal. Ironically Lisa was quite ill the next day and didn’t get out of bed until after 4pm- naturally she claimed it was different to what I had and was probably a result of the vast quantities of vodka she’d consumed down in London with all the other Madonna geeks and severe sleep deprivation. I chose to take the moral high ground and resisted the churlish remarks I would have usually made. Instead I provided her with breakfast in bed and copious cups of coffee whilst I retreated to the living room to continue with my work (ISS Pro Soccer Evolution 5 on the PS2) and listen to some old records; Lou Barlow and his Sentridoh and Bob Mould’s ‘Black sheets of Rain’. Apparently what I should have been doing was tidying the flat, but because of the fracas that morning involving me waking Lisa by moving some of the pots and pans in the kitchen, I thought it would have been extremely rude of me to wake her with the hoover. When I offered this reasoning as self-defence it was suggested that I could have done a quiet job like “cleaning the toilet”. I could see her point, but drinking beer and sitting on my arse seemed more appealing to me.

Anyhow, the weekend was somewhat of a write off with coughs etc, but I did manage to work my way through some music that I hadn’t heard in an age- mostly CD singles- and in honour of these (cough) mid nineties classics I have decided to post them for your pleasure: (Please not the absence of Northern Uproar’s – Roller Coaster- now safely filed under my “what was I thinking” section )

Silicon Teens- Number One Cup
B- side to their ‘Just Let Go’ single. I know this is a cover of some pretty obscure US band The Pulsars I think. I saw them at the Dutchess of York in Leeds- great and got to speak with the band before hand (as was the way with the venue).

Kewpies Like Watermelon - Urusei Yatsura
Great- the trailblazers in the short lived C96 scene. Broken guitars and toy keyboards allegedly…

Hotel lounge (Be the Death of Me) - dEUS
I saw these guys at Benacissim recently and they were really, really good. This is the only single of theirs I had, but I had some of their other songs on some mix tapes, which after a long scout out I couldn’t find.

Race - Tiger What happened to this bands? Way ahead of their time with their mullets and Jack White style vocals.

The Heart’s Filthy Lesson – David Bowie Hmmmm….my first dabble into the world of David Bowie and it was during a collaboration with Brian Eno . They used this song for the end credits of ‘Seven’, and despite me remembering it sounding great at the time, I was quite disappointed hearing it this weekend.

The Hymn For The Cigarettes - Hefner
Say no more…great!

I’m The One- The Descendents
Totally forgot about this band, and like most of the other tracks here, I heard it on the old Mark Radcliffe show.

gimmeindierock- Sebadoh I don’t have this on single unfortunately but with the re-issue of their classic album ‘III’ this and ‘The Freed Pig’ have been made available by the indie spods of the internet…Godbless them. Anyway- without sounding old and bitter- they don’t make them like this anymore.


Anonymous said...

Gareth here,
not bad. But I imagine you wear Lederhosen while writing your blog, because your style is very formal.
Nothing wrong with that, if you FUCK MONKEYS that is.
I don't know what I'm doing.

Matt said...

Yo Do-Boy

Send me an e-mail with your phone no. on you fool! You left a bizarre message impolring me to get back in touch but left no number.

I don't wear Lederhosen as it casues chaffing near my splinker.
I'm a smoking jacket and slippers man don't you know.

PS. If this ain't that loveable bafoon of an ex-house mate that I once spent 3 1/2 hours playing Brian Lara's cricket on the Play Station with one spring afternoon- please ignore the above.

Anonymous said...

It is eye.
I'll email you my number. I will call you. You look like one of the Kings of Leon. Cool, I could never have a beard in my house.

Matt said...

I could never have a house in my beard. Trust me you wouldn't want one- they gave one an inflated sense of self importance- plus you can't wear after shave...which I miss.