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Sunday, September 23, 2007
Okay no seriously now I'm getting scared
So the other day, that was Thom Yorke. A man whose toilet habits I've written a song about. Walking past me. On the street. Then, yesterday, I met someone who had not only seen me play in Exeter about two years ago but is also in charge of lettings at the company that I'm renting my flat from. Now, today, Sam's story, which mysteriously vanished from within my soundbox shortly after having been written on the princess bride tour (see 2/8) has turned up... in my soundbox. I've cleaned that soundbox twice since the tour and IT WAS NOT THERE.
I'm just one stilton goose away from complete, overwhelming insanity. Let's hope I can get this tune lyric'd first. It might be called Existentialism on Folk Night, but I'm not sure yet.
Posted at 5:46 pm by faceometer
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Perfect
Yeahhh
Anyway, saw Thom Yorke today
Weird.
That is all.
Posted at 11:55 pm by faceometer
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Oh God... The Alex Jackson Benefit Entry
I suppose I was asking for this.
ACT ONE: An autumnal schoolyard. Leaves whip from the trees. Two fifteen year old boys pace across the tarmac. James Hinds: So I've got this new band, and you should see the drummer. They call him simply "Alex". Come to our garage and I'll show you more, you prattling nerd. Will Tattersdill: Spaceships &c.?
ACT TWO: Winterbourne, some time later. What was all that about eh lads? Alex Jackson: I learnt the drum beat to 'In Bloom'! This is the best day of my life! You probably don't know it. Will: Au contraire, I heard 'Nevermind' for the first time just last night, despite this being around 2001. Odd you should choose today to mention it. Jamie Hinds: What's Gandalf's Horse called then Billyvanilly ahahahaha*
ACT THREE: The Garage, early 2002. Twilight. Our two protagonists, alone. Fatman Packson: That's a pretty good rhythm you have going there, Will. Will: It is? Whacko Packo: Yeah, you just need to hold the sticks like... this He puts his arms around will from behind, holding the drum sticks. Will: Oo! Sorry, your hands are so cold! Alex: Let the beat come from within you... Will: (gazing into Packo's eyes) Yes... from within me... Wait a second. This never happened! Jim Hinds: What's going on in here lads? And can I join you? This is spiralling out of control.
ACT FOUR: Paris; the the spring. Of 2007. Alex: J'ai oublie mon cayer Will: I see that, unlike me, you speak french Alex: I simply said, have you played Black on the PS2? Will: I have not sir. Alex: The graphics are exceptional, much like my Pro Evo skills. Would you like to play against me? Will: Whilst I am glad that after years of vaguery and one curtailed romantic escapade involving rhythm we finally have a point of common interest which we can discuss, I have no desire to get rinsed by you at this average football sim. Alex: Metal Slug 3 then? Will: Zing! The Jones: Swindling Secret Tech Digi Multi Hyper Special
ACT FIVE: London/Oxford, the following Autumn. Jim O'Reilly: Yeah I'm like so THE BIGGEST FAN of your blog, I mean like I read it EVERY DAY it's like SO COOL, I mean it's THE BEST. Alex: (to himself, in the corner) Puny fanboy. I won't demean myself with this, despite liking Will's blog at least 4 per cent more than Jim. Will: I bask in the adulation of everybody present, and will write a five-act tragedy surrounding my enduring relationship with you all. Jim: But doesn't everyone die at the end of them? Will: Tits? Enter Geldred, stage right: the Deus Ex. Geldred: Taste my savage fury! He machineguns everyone. Fin.
* of course, everyone knows now. fucking peter jackson.
PS. "Nick has spearheaded the Liberal Democrats' defence of civil liberties, proposing a Freedom Bill to repeal unnecessary and illiberal legislation, campaigning against Identity Cards and the retention of innocent people's DNA, and arguing against excessive counter-terrorism legislation. He has campaigned for prison reform, a liberal approach to immigration, and defended the Human Rights Act against ongoing attacks from across the political spectrum."
Liberal Democrat - You Know It Makes Sense(TM)
Posted at 1:48 pm by faceometer
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Monday, September 17, 2007
The Jim O'Reilly Benefit Entry
Would all of you out there reading this blog please take this moment to join hands and celebrate the life and face of James O'Reilly, the only person who reads this blog.
Now that you've done that, let me tell you what you already know - which is that I went to Birmingham for a couple of gigs, to whit, a fun one at the sunflower lounge while the england game was happening and a less fun one at ceol castle where my voice went (and from which it still hasn't returned). Max invented the car pint, then we came to Oxford, ate a pie, went to London, plugged elite beat agents into max's speaker system, met lauren (max) / sat with sherlock for an hour reading private eye (will), and finally parted ways because I had a gig in oxfordshire. The Talbot Inn provided probably the most satisfactory wage:crowd size ratio I've yet experienced, and I can honestly say I've never eaten a roast dinner by an A road whilst playing a set before.
So that's my news. Yes, that Lauren. More weird stuff has happened but I don't want Jim knowing about it so we'll keep it minty for now...
Posted at 1:55 am by faceometer
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Siiigh
It's pretty nasty that Anton is over two years old now. Time flies past and nothing changes. I'm helpless, moving neither forwards or backwards, getting nowhere. I'm in a complete rut, and to demonstrate this:

...I'm still playing the same game, even. Tabitha Sackbutt is a level 8 Dervish Elementalist who, fortunately, does not share Anton's avariciousness (her armour is already nearly as good as Anton's as a result lol), but she DOES have a scythe. Oh yes.
She's mainly hanging out with Parkes' muscular adonis, Ibn Al Qalanisi. Expect updates which you don't really want, constantly.
Posted at 12:27 pm by faceometer
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Something wicked this way comes
Posted at 12:03 pm by faceometer
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
Do you know who I am, you lower class bastard?!?!?!
I just got off watching Sharpe. I am aware that there are multiple ways of reading that sentence.
SHARPE btw

GOREN btw

it's been a while there
Posted at 10:44 pm by faceometer
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Saturday, September 08, 2007
1757-1827
Up on the myspace page as of today: live classic and first in a series of one, it's William Blake: A Life. This song will educate you in dirty underhand ways about the history of one of our greatest poets - it's not a proper recording so much as an "I was bored and hadn't put anything on myspace for a while so I just whacked it up" moment, but hey, being a travelling musician is hard these days. Cut me some slack.
Speaking of travelling, there are two homely gigs in good old Birmingham next week - The Sunflower Lounge (nr. New Street Station) on the 12th and Ceol Castle (nr. Moseley Road Swimming Baths) on the 13th. Lizzie Parle, a famous singer-songwriter of Hectic origins, once went into the male toilets of Ceol, whilst another close friend of mine once threw up through her nose in the Sunflower Lounge, so you all have lots of reasons to come and see me play in both places! Plus Max Jones will be with me.
Posted at 11:37 pm by faceometer
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Friday, September 07, 2007
After blackadder, why bother?
Radio 4 seems to be having a spate of "historical comedies" at the moment. Unfortunately they're nearly all bollocks. The best of them (that I've heard) is "Bleak Expectations" which had some genuinely funny moments despite sharing the same sense of over-indulged whimsy with which all R4 comedy seems to capitulate these days. It also had an awareness that it was a radio comedy, so there were speech-only jokes, good sound effects... the MEDIUM was taken advantage of.
"1966 and all that", a show whose title parodies that of a book of parody (putting it next to scary movie 3 on the satire food chain), doesn't do that. I love Craig Brown's column in Private Eye, so it's odd that just after reading one of his best ones yet (Germaine Greer - check it out if you haven't already) I should flick on the radio and find myself listening to this, his complete arse of a show. It's like a poorly-produced audiobook farted and then spent half an hour laughing about it. Baseline gags, criminally unfunny, miserably predictable puntastic nonsense, and - and this is worst - entirely lacking in the intelligence which is R4's hallmark. "Just A Minute", I need hardly remind you, is cleverer and funnier and improvised.
Caught between these two shows in quality is "The Castle". I'm afraid I couldn't make myself listen to the whole thing because I've just had enough of this subgenre for one week. But the part I heard resonated with those same misplaced ideas I'd heard in the other two; the idea that referencing current affairs in a show set in the past is funny de facto, the idea that changing slightly the name of a famous historical figure and then constructing an elaborate pun heirarchy based on the new spelling is a profitable use of your time - above all, the idea that any of these are new ideas at all. Well, they aren't.
Radio is easily the most underexploited genre of anything, ever. Of course great comedies have appeared on it, and there is a glimmer of hope to be had from the BBC's upcoming Dirk Gently effort. But I really hope they make the whole thing less fass and less patronising soon, because the current season is really grinding my gears.
Posted at 11:42 am by faceometer
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
Upcoming
One of the negative aspects of reading sites like Eurogamer, Rock Paper Shotgun and CVG daily is that you end up spending a hell of a lot more time anticipating video game releases than you do playing the titles you were anticipating for the years before their release.
This syndrome is worsened by 'console culture' (we're now having vast forum wars between games which no-one participating in them has played) and by the fact that I have increasingly little time in which to flit around the virtual worlds of wherever. But in the spirit of eagerly anticipating stuff I may or may not actually get round to playing, I'd like to keep you abreast of the three upcoming titles which have me the most bugged out. Here they come:
1) Phantom Fucking Hourglass (DS)
I'm only now assembling the mirror fragments in twilight princess and I'm already filled with anticipatories about the next installment of the legend of zelda. This kind of illustrates my point: I should be playing TP right now. I mean, my Wii is here. Switched on. With the save loaded. I could be fighting a dragon. Right this second. INSTEAD I'M LOOKING AT PREVIEWS FOR PH. Which is especially odd given the high regard which both games are 'clock' on the FaceOmeter ScoreOmeter at the moment. ANYWAY, it's out in october and after the import review EG gave it (see!) you'd be mad to miss it!

2) Crysis (PC)
Far Cry (all hail) has had a number of cocking awful "sequels", but it looks like this is going to be the "real" sequel. This time, however, you can, like, fuck with shit and stuff? Watch the video, then hang on your probably-not-good-enough monitor for the six month wait.

3) The Orange Box (PC)
Okay well this isn't really a game, it's seven - three of them are brand new and would be worth the total cost of £25 by themselves. Half-Life 2's legacy speaks for itself but it's Portal which has the potential to be the most exciting. Who knows if I'll ever know if it will live up to that potential? Who knows if I even know anything any more? Not me!

What's sadder than a video games nerd? A video games nerd who doesn't actually get round to playing any video games...
Posted at 10:26 pm by faceometer
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