Homecoming

This is the end of my longest non-blogging period so far. I have a good excuse for the latter: last thursday I have arrived back home to Slovenia and I have a lot of catching up to do. I feel that the non-blogging trend might continue for a while.

I am not capable of writting posts with any added value right now. My current top 5 songs is the best that I can do:
1.) The View – Wasted Little DJ’s
2.) The Libertines – Ha Ha wall
3.) Shitdisco – OK
4.) Young Love – Discotech
5.) The Gossip – Jealous girl (New Young Pony Club remix)

Less blog, more rock!

The Wife Beater

When my friend told me this weekend that I just bought a sixpack of wifebeaters, a big questionmark displayed above my head. Later he explained that “wife beater” is sleng for the belgium beer brand, Stella Artois. Lovely brand image.

From the urban dictionary:
“Pass me another wife beater, man.”
“Coming down the pub for a couple of wife beaters, mate?”

P.S.: “Wife beater” is also the kind of sleeveless shirt Edward Norton is wearing on this picture (I was trying to find Ike Turner wearing it – without luck, though).

How do you spell “idiot”?

J – E – R – N – E – J

I have just booked a plane ticket from Maribor to London instead of the other way around. I wasted 46.48 EUR of perfectly good crack money with one single click.

HOW CAN I BE SUCH A TOOL??????????!!!

And Justice For All

I was returning from West End yesterday (I had to pick up some sneakers for my grandma ), when my brains processed a peculiar information from a HMV poster on Oxford Street: Justice performing tonight at six.

Justice?! Wiiii. At HMV? Em…ok. Justice, the most influential french electronic duo since Daft Punk, is certainly big, but HMV?! Only in UK!

Since it was already half to six I decided to wait. The long cues of kids waiting for autographs did not put me off this time, as I missed them too many times. I have already gone through all Pop/Rock albums starting with I and J (I was standing next to that shelf), as Justice walked on. The crowd went bananas.

Despite the commercial character of the event I must say that I was pretty thrilled about the whole thing. It is really interesting how the media in the UK manages to hype up and push into mainstream acts like that. In Slovenia it would be hard for them to get a gig in a venue with capacity higher than 300.

Et Justice pour tous!

P.S.: I also spotted Ed Banger label boss Pedro Winter aka Busy P. He is tall .

What Became Of The Likely Lads?!

Nobody in the UK gets as much publicity as Pete Doherty. It is usually a bad one, though. He is “the messed up rock star dating Kate Moss” with words like crackhead and druggie commonly used in the same sentence as his name.

To be honest, I was never that much into his music. I liked few Babyshambles songs and that was it. Still, as the laidback electronic melancholy of Hot Chip, which I was coining for the last few weeks, lost its feel, I had to find something more appropriate to my current state.

The salvation came in the form of The Libertines – a sensitive wittiness mixed with bitterness and motorized by proper rock ‘n’ roll hooks that get better with every listening. (Why do I sound like a geeky music journalist?)

If you ask me, this guy’s capacity is really underrated. For Pete’s sake, the meaning of his drug addiction pales into insignificance when compared to his songwriting talents. Who cares if he is drugged up, if he can (could?) write stuff like that.

And to the man who would be king,
I would say only one thing…

Tu es toujours dans mon coeur…

…mais t’ai-je déjà conu?

Believe…

Here is something that popped into my head while reading “The Holy Blood and The Holy Grail” by Michael Baigent and Richard Leigh. At first I thought I would extend the letter “I” into a cross (something like that), but that would miss the purpose of religion, I guess. Not to mention the fact that my name would probaby vanish from my grandmothers will.