Wednesday, 30 December 2009

in the next war we shall bury the dead in cellophane

it seems that the aptly dubbed ''hangin' wednesday'', or chillin' in the middle, or even manning with the midweek, is the best time to do nothing but wake up early with a headache and worsen it somewhat with silly-good music.


Tuesday, 29 December 2009

petitioning the empty sky

i'm trying to update my header but it's taking an age, it'll probably pop up at some point though but until then, who knows. i'll of changed it more than a few times anyway as i'm never happy with this kinda stuff.

work in progress:

and some london sketchbook;

alot of my book has descended in made up nonsense and aimless doodling for the most part, though i did get some observational work done, though looking back through it alot of it i'm not too happy with, so it's a small selection. must try harder at this kind of thing as it's going to play a pretty important part of our second term, and our paris trip in year two, or so i hear. whatever, i'll do it on the night.

holidays going well. christmas was pleasant, more so going into it at 20 and not really knowing what to expect. i'm hesitant to say that the charm is no longer there, as it is, but it felt quite odd this year. all in all though it was a great day with some great folk and still continues to be to this day, hopefully right through till new year as well. good company, good food and some great gifts including true blood season one, flight of the conchords, star wars original trilogy (!), ghostbusters tee, some old architects ''yellow paper'' straight from the past new york, new pens, beer, chocolate and assorted novelty stocking items, borderlands for the 360 which is v. fun and tons of other great stuff. class.

probably my favourite gift is just something i got last night, the NOTHING NICE TO SAY volume one collection. i cannot recommend these comics and illustrator mitch clem enough, so go check him out over at at (warning: may be difficult to follow unless a fan of punk and hardcore, though all in all it's very tongue in cheek and i shouldn't worry too much about that. just look at it as an exploration of the awesome and absurd of punk rock, which i think is what the back of the book says and i'm just copying that. whatever go read already.) i am going to enjoy reading back through all the old just like i do pretty much every few months on his site. too fucking funny.

looking forward to getting back into the fal. that is all.

cept for this: converge ''axe to fall'', ''petitioning the empty sky'', ''when forever comes crashing'', bon iver ''for emma, forever ago'', vcheka, celeste, i forget the name of the album, it's something french as they're a good crusty black metal band from france, northless, giant squid and the christmas haul.

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

wonderfully bitter cold

excellent. thanks mike.

Saturday, 19 December 2009

i swallowed hard, like i understood

the problem with listening to really good new music is that it often keeps me to silly-o-clock on urges and whims to do something creative. the other problem is leaving half of my equipment at falmouth for obvious transports reasons, and the very core of my creative output is done through my scanner and computer, both of which are in my flat. until then... photos of  the week ''study'' trip to london. 

a to g: reflective surface somewhere in london; awesome old-fashioned coffee shop scouted out by one j. hurley and d. slice; generator hostel interior light; cheap sandwich/tinny time to combat silly london prices; drinks w/ illustrators; wonderful ceiling. 

though frustrations and bitterness of that cursed city aside, it was good fun. the agencies and publishers were very interesting and the shenanigans and banter all around was top, top times. as if my fatigue of the city couldn't of been any worse having travelled from falmouth to home, then down to wolves after a brief birthday break, then after that tiring week i was back down south to minehead for all tomorrows parties which was AMAZING. seriously... they know how to put on a fest. highlights include: messy, smoked out chalets with some amazing bellends who i usually only get to see once a year at damnation, early morning SUNNO))) set destroying my eardrums, modest mouse being everything and more than i could of imagined, battles, yeah yeah yeahs, explosions in the sky, many more but my favourite act of the weekend being the hour of distorted, glitchy, trancey noise from the FUCK BUTTONS set. it got a point where my eyes were closed for a good 20 minutes, and then someone behind me pulled my hood down, thus disturbing my lovely little absorbtion. protip: your a cunt.

but anyway, amazing. i wish i could of taken photos, but i'm not sure if i would of been able to find any time between moving about all weekend and having my eyes glued to every single act i watched. just... mindblowing. thanks ATP!

for now: HORSE the band ''a natural death'', eaststrikewest ''w o l v v e s'' (brilliant), converge ''when forever comes crashing'', nihill ''krach'', palehorse ''gee, that ain't swell'', they are cowards ''demo 08'' (as i have it labelled here...), ROME season 1, the dexter finale (holy shit?!) and long, extended dark winter rest. since being at home i have only today got my pencil case out, though tomorrow i have a schedule of work to crack on with, both uni and personal related. cool.