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Well it is Thursday night, which is music night. And it's been an interesting week at work, with two competing job offers. I've tried to play reasonably dumb and innocent for both of them. Which has created no end of consternation. *Result*

So Music Night, what got hit?
Started with the Steven Wilson music doco 'Insurgentes' which i thoroughly enjoyed. It's dark, it's artistic, and I do love Lasse Hoile's design work. Basically it's a 75min rant against the modern music industry, but from a interesting and lucid perspective. Worth a spin. I felt it lost its way near the end, but still recommended.


Enjoyed the bonus disk from the DVD (CD of an unreleased track).

Then onto Pure Reason Revolution DVD which came with the new album, Hammer and Anvil. They started out as a cheesy prog band, but appear to have turned into a mix of prog, Depeche Mode and possibly Prodigy - but all in a good way. I would definitely recommend the new album. The DVD is mainly second album stuff, and is not essential. Actually it was kinda crap. But good enough I may buy the second album. Damnit.



Decided to stick to the DVD theme, and went for IQ live in 2007. Chose about 6 tracks from this then moved Queen 'Sheer Heart Attack' on vinyl. I really love early Queen. Actually I love all era's of Queen, but the visceral passion of the first three albums always works for me. I'm lucky enough to have the Complete Works on vinyl, which is, to quote the Fast Show, nice.




Booze: pint of ginger beer; pint of bitter and twisted (harviestoun); bottle of Spanish red (meh); and now Glenfarclas 105.

Oh bugger, guess I should put some vids in.

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Spanish red is good. Or at least the bottle I had was. Stupid gnomes, drinking my wine. Wankers.

No matter how many times I watch Night Watch, and what state I'm in (sober, drunk, asleep..other) it still makes fuck all sense. And I love it. The books are great, the movie superb, sense be damned. Go watch it.Personal choice, good, bad, indifference, manipulation, it's war n peace on a supernatural scale. Oh bugger it, the gnomes arenow bothering the whisky.

Here's the promo for Night Watch.

Slight pisht Queen post

After an evening of metal to gently assuage my issues, I've moved onto Queen for a happy sing-a-long. Greatest Hits II DVD since you ask. Hence the image, yeah it wasn't that hard to work out really.
My whisky has emptied. I should fix that.

Anyway, the good doctors prescription has worked a treat. He really is a genius that man. Shame he's given up reptilian evolution for the sexual gratification of IT.

There was a point to this post. Watching I Want It All, which is one of my favourite Queen tracks. Actually The Miracle was the album that hooked me good and proper, and was the first ever CD I bought. I didn't have a CD player, I had to beg usage of the younger siblings (as an aside, also the kind of doctor who would prescribe booze) CD player. Ahhh good times.
The video has Roger drumming away in a leather jacket, whcih unless you're a hardcore Queen fan wouldn't mean much. But it's a one-off for the single Manipulator from his other band 'The Cross'. And it's one of my favourite tracks from the Cross, although for some reason it never made it onto an album. Hence my 12" of Manipulator is a prized possession.

So here's the single version of manipulator (from the live gig in Montreux), and the video for I Want it All. At some point I must blog about my views on the Freddie and Michael Jackson tracks...





back to booze!

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One superb NZ red. Two crap movies. Hmm I bought these second hand, and there's a bonus disc, Dracula 3000, from the reviews on IMDB this is *even worse* than the two I'm watching tonight. Bloody marvellous.
Live-ish blogging by the way, with wine. So likely to deteriorate.

First up, Grave of the Vampire. Surely an Oscar contender from 1974? Bad dude who'd been electrocuted, decides waking up (oohhh yuck, he needs moisturiser!) is the plan. Finds young lovers wearing knitted jerseys and enacts fashion fixes of the fanged kind. Oh dear newly betrothed is newly departed. Good news! the Detective immediately decides it's a vampire - phew, that saved plot development! Meaning we can find out, she's pregnant (the ex-newly betrothed who isn't dead), but but but "what's growing inside you is being nourished by your blood, but it isn't alive". Woes!!! Oh dear the detective is getting all necky with vamp. Cute! Baby born, but he's all grey. Apparently this will be 'alright'. Phew! When was Rosemary's Baby? Cos there's a scene here where they are totally ripping it off! Baby likes blood, mothers bloody milk, oh yeah good plan cut yourself feed satan-spawn. That'll work well, actually I take that back. Boy grows up and is hunting his father, unexpected twist. FFS now 30 minutes of plot development, although what plot and what development ? There's a seance, I don't know why either. Sarah is apparently going to possess Ann. As there's been no boobies upto this point, I'm not holding out hope for fun possession.
Well that started off brilliantly and died (huh huh) in the second half. Solid 3/10.

Flesh Eating Mothers (1988). More wine, more dead people. Oh dear there's a theme song, which is nowhere as good as Nudist Colony. Cheating housewives, disaffected youth, drunk people, divorced couples, more wooden acting than an Orlando Bloom movie. Big big 80s hair. So far it's like a compression of every bad 80s drama. Oohhh all the cheating mothers are getting very very hungry. Oh dear, juniors just been eaten my momsie dearest. Well that's an amusing cot death!!! (a line I never thought I'd say). Now feeding another up on milk so he'll taste like veal. Respect. "my mother ate my father" "she's never done that before". Ahh the scientist has extracted the virus from the vaginal cavity. Good ol' scientists. My wine finsihed. Damn you booze-gnomes.
That's not bloody fair, their microscope shows cartoon pictures. Mine never did that, I'd still be science if mine had done cool things like that. The kids are banding together to fight back, none of that yoof apathy we hear all about. But they've got issues with the adults. A scene looked like a zombie-mother was giving a BJ, but it turned out to be an arm bone (r). Look I warned you I was drinking and blogging. And there's no boobies in this one either. Feel cheated, said 18 on the packet - guess that referred to the scripting, acting, camera work, plot - all the boring bits of movies. poor poor pull-apart-pootycat. This review appears to have degenerated into sentence based bullet points, oh well, still better written than the movie. The kids have fought back, with a crap theme song, And now the kids believe in the scientist - that's where I went wrong... not enough venereal analysis of flesh eating mothers. It's all so clear now. The finale kinda looks like a scene either out of Thriller or err that New York realism movie which is a classic and highly influential and whose title escapes me (lots of gangs of bikers fighting each other).
That one gets a 5/10. Dragged a bit near the end.

Not a bad investment for a 4 quid. And I've still got Dracula 3000 (shudder).

Xmas Pt4

been awhile since the last blog, have drunk more beer (quite a bit) had dinner (very nice, particuarly the spuds and the waldorf salad), watched some Brideshead Revisted, half a movie (Underground). Sipped some whisky and had a bit of a cigar, too cold to stay outside toolong so came back in.
pudding is cooking its way to lovely hotness as we speak. new james may on soon, probably skipping dr who as i kept missing all the others. i thought i saw there was a new top gear on too, but can't seem to see ot, only a repeat from the other night.
might be time to throw on another movie - thinking about silent night, deadly night or Cyborg.

i think a beer aged in whisky casks will be next, ooohhh or maybe the st peters stout, that'd go well with the pudding. hmmm, decisions.

me x

Xmas Pt3

Things are now happening in the kitchen, pheasants are in the oven for their initial cook, the spuds are being boiled before roasting, I've located ingredients for the salad. Pudding is in the fridge - ready for the final steam. Beer in glass (timmermans Strawberry lambic), cheese on cracker.

Halfwit prince still on in background.

B

Xmas Pt2

The zombie movie was absolutely superb. Excellent stuff. Sadly we've moved onto pothead and the halfwit prince. So I've moved onto St Peter's Grapefruit beer.

My Xmas pressie to me, with love, cos I've been a very good boy, or at least good to myself, was a decent coffee grinder. This worked in well with beans T posted over in exchange for a DVD - so freshly ground Havana beans. Feckin' A.

Here's a picture of my new baby, and the view out our window.

Love and im liking this beer.

B

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 The beginning of the day, one champers down and currently watching Flight of the Living Dead aka Zombies on a Plane. The plot, such as it is, is quite easy to follow and should appeal to all drunken bgrade fans. Scripting writing makes pr0n dialogue look like Bennett, and the less said about the acting, the better. For all that, it's fun - and more importantly has zombies, hot babes, guns, and a plane. Not enough nudity to be excellent, so it'll get a very good rating from me. Sadly my booze is now empty and I must away for a refill. Damn scientists killing everyone. But there's a nun, she still got clothes on too, but maybe hot. And a prisoner, and a US air marshall. They have guns. and now metal - oh yeah baby. I liked that fact the hot babes got bitten first.

Food intake update:
2 cups coffee (freshly ground havana beans)
1 glass champagne
2 english muffins with egg, salmon and horseradish

oohhh woohoo the captain got bitten!

B

ps: in keeping with the 'rules' no editing allowed on these posts so if they dont make sense, blame someone else.
Flight of the Living Dead: Outbreak on a Plane

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#2:

feck it. suffer.

and there's more

i guess i should leave you with something less painful (steinmanful?)

which is one of my altime fav songs.

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wasn't intending to drink, but there ya go.

watching youtube vids, petshop boys (it's a sin); depeche mode; frankie goes to hollywood and now sisters of mercy, i dunno wot it is about them - guess its the keys and the guitar interplay, particualr in this track, more.

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Whisky tasting! this time, Ardbeg. Wasn't overly impressed, but review to follow. Sometime.

had a good time and am seriously thinking about dramfest in chch this weekend. mmmm.

i could see J and T, which is alphabetically close to G n T. And Kilkommon are turning up with their three year old - the new spirit was sublime.... rumours of the PC7 showing up are also tempting me. Especially as my PC6 has had a delicious accident. Although as I'm the first born, accident is a misnomer.

Did I just use misnomer while rather pissed? cool. I soooo rock. Im managing to hold back from getting another whisky, but only just. We had 7 (4 cask, 3 weak), but there was an open seat opp me and Nick, so I ended up with 9 (6 and 3). I'm not blaming anyone. As I did get in there before the others thought of it. Huzzah. Action-bruce. 

Love and I'll sleep well, very soon now, B.

Slightly relaxed post

Right it's been awhile since I blogged about feck all, so with a glass of pinotage I approach the empty page with booze fuelled enthusiasm. I also have the Blackfield DVD on, which I like a lot. It's Steve Wilson exploring the shorter song format with Aviv Geffen (from the pseudo country - hahah there's the first wind-up, more to come!).
I've even had Jews try to explain the point of Israel and get confused halfway through. A simple pour quoi tends to bugger things a bit.

With that introduction, let's stick with music. I'm not a big fan of Led Zeppelin. Overblown, boring, over-hyped, and lacking creativity. I don't mind some of the blues stuff and some of the later things, but all in all, given me Deep Purple any day - a band seriously overlooked in the rawwwkkk stakes.
This view seems to raise concerns with many rock fans, apparently it's impossible to like rock music and not love LZ 4 - for those rest of you, that's the album with the dude carrying sticks and has 'that' song. The one about the lady who seems to have fuck all idea whats going on, and hasn't hired a gardener to chop her hedgerow. Although I believe Elton John volunteered to clean up the garden...unless its a refernece to the lady being particuarly hirsute. Now there's a word that needs to be used more. Apparently hirsute refers to women specifically, I didn't know that. So everytime some twat uses the word referring to a guy, rip them! DO IT !

It occurred to me the other day that everyone rips pop music lyrics, witness Ed Byrne's brilliant savagery of Alanis' feckin spoon song. So it's passe now, but when he first did, my god were we laughing. Only topped by Eddie Izzard's surreal exploration of digging cats. I should really track that down one day.


But apparently LZ are, as we all know, ROCK GODS and their lyrics are, although stupid, above reproach. Well my half empty bottle of pinotage says, bugger that buddy!
Randomly choosing a song, I've ended up with:

The Battle Of Evermore
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
>>The Queen left, leaving the Prince alone (shades of Freud?)

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
>>You're drunk, dance stupidly at night. Sober in the morning will make you moan/LZ apparently liked LOTR, and the last sentence makes no sense.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
>>Quick run away, so we can steal your stuff. You'll probably die.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley blow,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
>>Look to the East for I will come (actually it was West wasn't it? LOTR geeks?) otherwise, nibble some magic mushrooms or blow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
>>Find ye some cider. Get drunk, dance at night, I've already told you that.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
>>The tyrant, or bourgoisie, is upset his profit crop has gone off as you buggered off to eat mushrooms

Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
>>There's crap in the air. You're too thick to understand.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
>>Where TF is that feckin army, Gandalf lied. Stupid hat wearing twat.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
>>Oh dear god, it is a LOTR reference. Damn you LZ ! Go feck a hobbit.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
>>We're all fucked, so if you sing the opposition can work out where we are. Cunning eh?!

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
>>Drink some more. Find some writing in the bottle.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
>>And so it comes to pass we all die from the dragon. Lay of the hard drugs kids.

Love, me.

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Much NZ red. Much NZ pinot in fact.

And  Yeasayer.

My god, what a band. 80s synth meets prog. I was in feckin' heaven. 

more of a review later, maybe. but they are great live.

and i have to go to work in 5 hours. and im very very drunk (at the time). woohoo fast show.

smoochies on your interesting bits, B.

whisky

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it is a pisht post!!

whisky tasting tonight! huzzah!!!!
tasting eight of michael jacksons favourites. i dont think he and i agree too much on stuff. but full review soon. when im sober.

wheeeeeeeeee.

oh and belgian beer tasting tomorrow. what a wonderfu week!!!

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I just drank some $1500 NZ a bottle whisky.

holy fuckarama.

twas an adelphi bottlers tasting at regional. and it was something else. even their blend, blend i tells ya, was a 7/10. for $45.

im a little bit impressed by this evenings tasting. i'll blog about it while sober, but wow.

and to those of you who commented on the last drunk post, which ican see myself doing more of, screw you all. the answer is always oasis. no screw to the blonde who also said it was oasis.

im stopping now :)