Elbow

I really don’t know why I didn’t do this last week, and since a few other bloggers have since been to see them, and they share my view that this is very much a band to see live, I feel chagrined into writing up my thoughts about the Elbow gig I attended a couple of weeks ago at the ABC in Glasgow. Elbow are one of those bands that kind of snuck up on me, I remember hearing some of their second album, including Fugitive Motel, nicked from someone at work and thinking they were OK. Next time I saw them was on TV when they were at Glastonbury a couple of years back, around the time their third album …

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Harissa Paste

Picture the scene, if you will, of a dashing and debonair young man, slim of body with flowing locks of blonde hair framing his sculptured face as he lounges gracefully on a chaise lounge. Soft music plays in the background, whilst the delicate fragrances of dinner waft from the kitchen. A tranquil scene I’m sure you’ll agree. Now picture the exact opposite, a slovenly baw-faced guy slouching in front of the TV, his belt undone, his thinning hair needing cut, his face unshaven. That pretty much sums me up at the moment, but then it’s been a busy weekend. Friday night found me dashing into Glasgow to catch Elbow at the ABC. Doors opened at 6pm the ticket said, something …

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Eagles of Death Metal

First time I’ve been in the ABC in Glasgow and as first impressions are, supposedly, important then I think my relationship with the venue is off to a flying start. Small without being dingy, large enough to hold a big crowd without feeling crammed in, it’s an ideal venue for all but the largest acts. I’ll skip over the support act as they were largely ANOTHER punk/rock type band (was supposed to be The Spores but they pulled out). All thin trousers, raspy guitars and more energy than craft. They were called “The Mothers of… ” something or other but their lead singer needs some elocution lessons. I want to say “.. Invention” but I seriously hope it wasn’t. Waiting …

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Milligan'd

Today I will be posting random thoughts as and when they pop into my head. Call it an experiment if you will (or call it the desperate product of a brain-dead mind) but that’s your lot. I urge you to do the same in the comments box. Together we will create a masterpiece of nonsense. Spike will be proud. Is there a term for that time when you are snoozing in bed and EVERY position you move into is extra comfortable? At what point will things like this stop making me giggle? It’s childish and immature. I wish our office had cubicles. But then I hate being disturbed each and every minute of the day. Charmin toilet paper – don’t …

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Hosts

[insert stream of vitriol] I had/have four domain names managed by my current host. I’ve cancelled two of them recently as they were just a bit of silly fun (if you want monkeybombing.com or galactictossmonkeys.com they will be available soon), the other two are for this site and scottishblogs.co.uk. I also use the same company to host the content for both of these sites. I’ve managed (well I was very generously offered) some server space and decided to move the Scottish Blogs site there. So, I thought to myself, I’ll just get the domain name pointed at my new host (this consists of changing something called a nameserver, at the moment scottishblogs.co.uk will be pointing at nameserverABC, I want to …

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Whopperific

I mentioned Biggar last week, but I neglected to mention the little olde fashioned shop selling all the sweets from our childhood. Flying saucers! Cinder candy! We spent the best part of 10 minutes oohhh-ing and ahhhh-ing over the display. Cherry Lips! ABC Letters! What fun we had, and from the expression on the shop owner’s face we weren’t the first people to react that way and I got the feeling that half the fun of the shop was taken from watching people’s reactions. Then a long distance memory dredged itself up from the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain, I turned to the shop keeper and asked: “Do you sell Chelsea Whoppers?” Alas, she didn’t. The mood was soured …

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Is it magic?

No it’s not. And David Blaine doesn’t claim otherwise. However the amount of attention that has been lavished on him for this stunt is slightly baffling. Similar stunts were popular in the 20s, and the saint San Simeon’s time living on a pillar, is well documented. But why the hype now? Are we really that unable to entertain ourselves? I’m a fan of David Blaine the magician, but this kind of ‘death defying feat of physical endurance’ leaves me a bit cold, but he does seem genuine in his efforts and he is constant in his determination to outshine his idol, Harry Houdini. A recent interview on ABC lets us see that he is wily enough to sell his stunts …

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