Sunday, 24 June 2007

Remembered conversations with friends in restaurant last night.

White Stripes.
Management Job.
Grinderman.
Later.
Glastonbury.
Who's Driving.
Freeview.
Sky.
Arcade Fire.
Latitude.
Disney at Meltdown.
The Stooges.
Menu.
Creme Brulee.
Downloads.
Hedges.
Dog Shit.
NY Exhibition.
Garden Invaders.
Bird Feeders.
Shingle Street.
Norfolk Broads.
Complementary Basket.
Harrods is Shit/Great.
Kylie Exhibition.
Surrealism at V&A.
Tate Modern.
Train Tickets.
This Is England.
Slug in Fur.
Cats.
Noodles.
Rice.
Toilets.
Opium.
Pub or Home.
Pub.
Application.
Bonnie Tyler.
Bill Hicks.
Tribute Bands.
Bernard Manning.
Latitude.
Smelly Hotel.

3 comments:

Steven Ball said...

Did you see Iggy and the Stooges at Glastonbury on telly? Genius

Hedges? Benson? George?

Grinderman? Don't get me started...

dubdog said...

Iggy, what a show. However, I've always thought that saxaphone on 1970 sucked and they proved me right.

Hedges as in small, cropped trees.

Grinderman, great sonic sound but the song writing is ultra weak. A big disappointment except for No Pussy Blues. It was the same band I saw him play with doing Bad Seeds stuff last year in Cambridge and they were fan-fucking-tastic. I really hope he sharpens his pencil for the next Bad Seeds offering.

Steven Ball said...

I kind of dig the free jazz sax, it's a surprise for sure when you first hear it. Iggy was a blast of unpredictable nihilism in a morass of otherwise feel good rock n roll professionalism. I love the way the Stooges sounded so pared back, mechanical.

Topiary?

Grinderman is just laughable - ageing Aussie men going once more around the block with the outlaw rawk cliche.