Never heard of nor seen a blue Robin before. The full story is here.
Yesterday, I put up the Xmas tree and decorative lights in the window. When getting the box of decorations down from the cupboard, a chill went through me. Was it really a year ago since I did this? Where did the time go? It’s funny how the small things remind you of your mortality.
Korg released a BIOS update for my Triton LE keyboard and I made the update. Then spent some time just noodling around on the keys. Realised I was enjoying this more than I do when I noodle around on the guitar these days.
Category: Diary
I received a copy of the new Lemon Jelly DVD single in the post on Saturday. Lemon Jelly are one of my favourite bands at the moment. They take samples from all over the shop to create hypnotic music that has a genuine innocence – something quite rare these days. They have a new album out in January and if you clink the following links, you can watch their new video “Stay With You” or have a quick preview of their ’64-’95 DVD release.
Who said that you can’t have humour in music? One of the best spoof bands around is Goldie Lookin’ Chain and I just think whoever is the brains behind this outfit is god. If you like Spinal Tap or The Rutles and understand what a chav is, then these guys are worth checking out. Here’s a link to their latest video (Americans need not to investigate futher because you WILL NOT understand any of the cultural references).
Visit their site at:
http://www.youknowsit.co.uk/
Welcome to this website and more confessional, self-obsessed bullshit chronicling the minutiae of my everyday life for you to read while you drink your Starbuck’s coffee and try to decide what pirated music to upload on to your customised iPod.
Cynical, moi? You betcha!
Where did the year go? Was that the sound of the days whizzing past? Oh well, it’s Neil Innes and the Rutles tonight. Should be fun!
The Xmas lights are already springing up around my locale. It gets earlier every year (the same way that policemen are getting younger and fatter). Do I feel festive? Nope…not yet. Do you?
Remember to tune into http://www.radiofrontiers.com/ at 10pm Eastern Time.
The Missus keeps forcing me to write. Nag, nag, nag…she goes. Finish that novel, she says. Blah, blah, blah… So now I fill the gaps in-between my freelance writing work with…WRITING! GAK!
Stupid bloody novel. I hates it. I hates it, I do… I know what you are going to say. You are going to say, “What’s it about, Darren?” and I say, I don’t know. I am not even sure if it is a novel. At the moment, it is a series of dubiously connected monologues chronicling the angst and despair of 21st Century London. Or it could just be heap of unreadable horse-shit…
Anyway, the BBC website (god bless it, that’s where my £125 a year TV license fee goes, so that any filthy herberts from around the world can access information I PAID FOR…the bastards) informed me that today, 24 November 1991, Freddie Mercury died. I remember that day only too well. Cold and miserable and travelling via the tube to University. Bah…
Also on this day, the band Electric Six release their cover of “Radio Ga Ga”. I saw this video last night on TV and I was in mixed minds about it. Part of me thought it was offensive and part of me thought it was the funniest thing I’d seen in ages. I really love the Electric Six.
I’m gonna take ya to a Gay Bay
Gay Bay
Gay Bay…
Anyway, enough of that, roll the video, Henry!
Windows Media
http://mfile.akamai.com/9139/asf/stream.wmg.com/wmi/uk/electric6/Electricsix_radiogagaWin_hi.asx
Real Player
http://mfile.akamai.com/9139/rm/stream.wmg.com/wmi/uk/electric6/Electricsix_radiogagaReal_hi.ram
Last night, I also watched a TV programme where a couple were instructed by two “experts” on how to have sex properly. Highlight for me was the disappointed look on the guys face when he told us how his partner had told him that she faked an orgasm: “None of my other girlfriends ever did that,” he said. But behind his eyes you could see the fear and doubt growing. Then there were plenty of clips of his white buttocks pumping for dear life…ahhhh, this is the apex of British TV. THIS is what I pay my TV licence fee for. He humped and humped and humped, but was getting nowhere.
“It’s like trying to push a sausage uphill with your nose,” I remarked, before changing channels. I never did find out if the experts got this guy to make his girlfriend cum…not much of a cliff-hanger, was it?
Saturday was a wasted day, waiting for a plumbers to come, who came late, managed to NOT fix the problem and then return at 6pm when I was having my dinner, so I sent them away with a flea in their ear. Seeing as it was a minor job and the plumbers were called out on our home insurance, I will endeavour to fix the non-emergency drip myself.
Sunday I worked on a new music project. The song is called “Mr Straight” and was recorded by my new band, Gorgeous George & The Hammerheads.
Personnel
“Gorgeous” George Dixon – Vocals
Darren Lock – Bass & drum loop
Freddie “Fast Fingers” Butler – Guitars
John Beard – Piano
Hear this song: http://www.darrenlock.com/media/Mr_Straight.mp3