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Party Records   Leave a comment

I have a nasty birthday next week, so I’m in party activist mode this week trying to make sure the damn thing has food and music and guests and stuff. As I’m super stinko-poor I haven’t bought hardly any records in about a year and a half apart from a couple of charity-shop things that were cheap enough for me not to be able to resist. In fact I’ve been trying to sell stuff like mad on Discogs to get the damn things out of my room and make a little dough to survive. Last week I had a good week because Guru died and some Finnish geezer bought a Gang Starr 7″ (Love Sick) I had and a Jackson Sisters LP and the Hi-Tension Record. Also sold some Psychic TV-related thing I only had the second disc of. Anyways money came in and records and mailers went out and then it all fucked up yesterday because I stumbled on a nice little stash of vinyl that seems tailored to the kind of thrash I’m hoping to midwif a week today. So, spent about everything I’ve got to live on but it had to be done.

Not a party track. Or is it?

Also got a Bohannon tune called I’ve Got The Dance Fever which I can’t find on YouTube. Oh yeah and ditto The Enemy Within the Sherwood/LeBlanc Support The Miners record. All 12″!

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If you want to see me on the 25th I’m afraid it’s going to cost you £32. Also, apologies to anyone who plays guitar.

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Was mixing my drinks last night, with way more herbal teas than standard. Green tea, peppermint, cammomile. crashed out about 2AM after viewing the enjoyable Royal Tennenbaums with my hand on the volume knob all the way through. I could watch Gene Hackman all day. Awoke sweating after vivid dream just after 4. Dream was in the style of sophisticated and modish American TV program about a military unit engaged in jungle warfare, like a more humid version of Generation Kill. Woke up silently screaming – being pursued by guys in headscarves swarming down a hill. Outside it was a muggy, misty East Anglia.Felix’s thing was fun, although I have some regrets. They are:

Should have taken more pictures because it was hard to take a bad one, especially at the party.
Wish Felix DJed the 7″ singles he asked us all to bring (one each was stipulated, although I brought about 6 and Dave brought 3), or maybe even asked me and Dave to DJ, although he probably doesn’t know quite how talented we are in that regard. He certainly didn’t know I had brought my MP3 player with minijack to RCA phono adaptors just in case.
I regret being totally fucking partied out by about 1.30AM, thereby not getting to actually talk that much to people.
I regret telling Mariola’s daughter that she sounded like her Mum. What I meant was that I’d been trying to discern evidence of her maternal origins all evening and suddenly I caught a glimpse in her manner, in a sudden intensity of expression. Even Bobby, who isn’t synonymous with propriety, was more or less aghast at this gauche error.

Treated Belgium and London as one long holiday and I’m a little tired and bored of myself now. I’m sure burning the candle on and off uses more wax or something. Anyway, you lot babysit the apocalypse for a bit. I’m getting an early night.

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Bob's 4 Rules Of Rock   5 comments

I’d been good to myself all of last week but I took my therapist’s advice and got really good and fucked upon Saturday night. On Sunday Bob was on the wagon but he took one look at me on Sunday morning and took me to the pub for breakfast out of the sheer goodness of his heart and the evil shit that his liver has to putup with. He sat me down and explained to me Bob’s 4 Rules Of Rock, which are all patently nonsense and yet somehow have something of the Socratic about them. The Rules are:

1. The Beatles didn’t do anything worth a damn until Revolver.
2. If you were on a desert island you’d be better off having all the Stones albums than The Beatles albums.
3. If The Who had all died on their ’71 tour no-one should be sad.
4. At any given point you are better off listening to Led Zep than any of the above bands.

Then two English brothers turned up with two Polish sisters, for the second time in 24 hours. The elder brother has been told to wear jeans when he turns up for work at Morgan Stanley next week. We were talking about heartbreak and death and that Cher song came on the jukebox and the younger brother revealed that he was working in HMV when Believe was at Number One and when people would ask for that Cher song he would pull a blank face and ask them to sing it.

OK, gotta go.

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Posted March 30, 2009 by peteum2013 in bobby jesus, Mill Road, pete um

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