Exactly

Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it.
And then you ask yourself.
Where is my mind?

Way out in the water. See it swimming.

Rock n roll, 50s glamour and Imelda May

Some more hot stuff from Ireland. Perhaps she likes The Commitments too.

http://www.myspace.com/imeldamay1

I want to be her or at least dance to her sexy voice. Come to New York Imelda!

Bimbo Squad and Disaster Music presents...

Yay Yeah Yeasayer

Yeasayer played to a sold out Music Hall of Williamsburg on Friday.

Chairlift were supporting. They play music that makes you want to sleep and that song off the iPod advert (Bruises).

Yeasayer in 10 words: psychedelic, 70s, hippy, futuristic, trippy, tie dye, long hair, fun, atmospheric, energetic

The hits: 2080, Sunrise

You don't know what you really want

Lyric freak.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.I'm losing my edge.To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

Who knew?

David Bowie is a raver.

At Thurston Moore presents old David Bowie videos at the MOMA on Monday, I became a superfan once more. Videos from 1972 - 1999 included Is there life on Mars, John I'm only dancing, China Girl, Ashes to Ashes, Heroes, Fame, Blue jean, The Hearts Filthy Lesson, Jump They Say, I Hate Americans.

And he makes Underworld style techno.

Dead Man Walking.

90s classics

in the club but no Baby D. Totally unacceptable. In tribute to 90s genius I have to post this.

Whatever happened to the Longpigs?

Well this for a start. Wow he has a beautiful voice.

http://www.myspace.com/richardhawley

oh and english silly ska

The Beat - Save it for later

"Sooner or later you hit the deck you get found out"

Oh yeah Mexican punk

Blood zombies and mutants. I like it

http://www.myspace.com/telekrimen

I love Kirsty

Baby. Kirsty MacColl is probably most famous for singing Fairytale of New York with The Pogues but I love her songs A New England and They Don't Know.

Boars, Pigs, Wolves, Skulls, Beer, Sex, Hunter S.Thompson

I'm becoming obsessed by punk rock and my latest discovery is

Wild Boar

I'm in love with my therapist & baby wants a monster truck = ace

Bonus points for their myspace page
http://www.myspace.com/churchofwildboar

Influences
Boars, Pigs, Wolves, Skulls, Beer, Sex, Hunter S.Thompson, Butthole Surfers, free speech, Bill Hicks, Motorhead, Jesus Lizard, Krautrock and Slayer. Tits 'n' ass.

Sounds Like
the gates of hell slamming shut and a thousand wild pig mandrills screaming obscenities in the ears of the innocent.

My favourite comedy duo

Where oh where can I find such a man as Duke Special or Neil Hannon? Northern Ireland is so far away right now.

The band I never knew I liked

Award goes to The Magic Numbers .
Ok so they are a wierd family band of hippies with two brother/sister pairs. But they make nice music and I never knew these songs were by them. Pretty.

I like
This is a song just for you.
Forever lost
Love me like you
Love is just a game

Whatever it is, you've got it.

So I watched the X-Factor for the first time ever this week. Wow, was I was impressed.
I saw about 4 acts and they were all, uh, interesting?
Every single performance was off key and noticeably flat. I have a good ear but this was totally obvious. I assumed that the notoriously "hard" judges would at least pick up on this, especially when it was some skinny little thing singing entirely through her throat in a nice nasal tone. She must've only hit about half the notes right, but they all praised her highly and complimented her on her uniqueness?! Then there was a really young boy, he sang way off key and the song was a little deeper than his range but again they loved it.
Even he-of-the-high-trousers, Simon Cowell, was filled with admiration for these scrappy Brits. I'd also like to note the horrific way the contestants are forced to stare creepily into the camera at all times, un-nerving and really does nothing for making them relatable.
Don’t get me wrong, I know it takes a lot of courage to get up and perform, I just don’t understand what the rush is all about. If these increasingly youthful contestants apparently have so much talent, then why can’t they sit them down with a decent vocal coach and train them for a few months before sticking them on reality shows?

I don't know, maybe my expectations were too high, but we've all witnessed the stunning Kelly Clarkson and my current obsession Carrie Underwood. Perhaps American Idol auditions are screened better. Or is it just because they've got millions more people to choose from so they can afford to be pickier?

Guess I avoided all these "Instant Fame Idol" shows all this time for a really good reason after all. Song of the day goes to the original Idol and the stunning talent that is K.C.

I wish I was

Here right NOW. Jimi at Woodstock.

Halloween punk playlist

Inspired by the month of October, pumpkins, death, destruction and Stiff records.

The damned – Smash it up
The ramones – I wanna be sedated
Alberto Y Lost Trios Paranoias - Gobbin' On Life
The stranglers – Shut up

The Undertones - True confessions
Dead Kennedy’s – Let’s lynch the landlord
The Beat – Too nice to talk to
Iggy and The stooges – Your pretty face is going to hell
The Adverts – Gary Gilmore’s Eyes
Siouxsie and The Banshees - Halloween

Ridiculousness to round off the weekend

Because I am nothing if not ridiculous. Here's one of my favorite trashy rock songs to end it in (questionable) style. *cough*

A debate worthy topic

Recently I've been having a bit of Fudge-renaissance.
It's partly because they are tasty but also because they are STILL 15p. Though, actually I did try to buy one in Woolworth's a couple of months back and, despite the obvious "15p" printed on the wrapper, they tried to charge me 20p; outrageous!
This Fudge addiction has sparked my song choice of the day and I am dedicating this post to Lorraine; a lady who knows the true limb-restoring properties of Fudge bars. Hoorah!

Drums of death

Fucking ace noise - apparently its grime, techno, tropical, junglisms. I love this guy and his makeup. Recently had the honour of seeing him at Le Poisson Rouge for the Hot Chip After party in New York.

http://www.thelipster.com/articles/drums-of-death-on-home-furnishings-smackdowns-haitian-voodoo

I think there's clearly a link with musicians I like and black and white face paint since The Damned singer Dave Vanian used to sport the vampire look.

Don't even think about it.

My song/video of the day is Carrie Underwood's masterful countrified put-down. Bit of a change from yesterday but it got me thinking; what would happen if Carrie and Reggie got together? Disaster is the short answer; how apt.

Trout Poutt's song of the day.

Well, it's more like my song of the month but y'know.
I love Reggie, thanks for this giant solar pannel of joy you've hurled into my life:

A plan for life

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Song of the day: The Cat Empire, Hello

Ode to Indianapolis. Hello, Goodbye. Some like money making!!!?