If ever a band was easy to love, it’s Cake. I can appreciate that some of the music I like might be a little unapproachable, that it is by its very
nature doomed to obscurity — but Cake is not like that. To me Cake sounds chart-friendly and catchy.
It came a surprise to me [...]
This is potentially the best website ever.
I stayed home ill (again) on Wednesday, and would probably have done so yesterday too had it not been for an email summoning me to a “mandatory” meeting. So strongly worded was the invitation, and so short was the notice, I assumed it was going to be important, so I turned up.
In the event, [...]
Yes, It’s all change at Ladle. Can you spot the subtle design tweak?
The following is a whinge/rant, and not a statement of intent. Please read no such thing into it.
Details are sketchy at the moment, but Steve invited a number of our social circle to his football thing tonight, and apparently the result is a broken wrist for Gavin. My initial reaction was “Poor lad”, followed [...]
Look away now if you’re squeamish, or if you (understandably) find people going on about their ailments terribly dull.
Last night I developed a style of coughing whereby a fit of coughs would seamlessly morph into a retch. For sleep, I was banished to the spare room. I have spared you a photograph of the [...]
Bloglines seems to have forgotten
about Gary’s RSS
feed. This is after it forgot about mine, I mailed them, they thanked me
for telling them, then failed to fix it.
So, you can’t rely on Bloglines, and really you want to be able to.
I know most feeds are frivolous, but not all of them are, and frivolous
or not, you [...]
The Cake gig in November will be
supported by The Decemberists.
I investigated, and they were intriguing enough to warrant ordering some CDs
(from the very reliable Caiman in
Miami, via Amazon Marketplace).
Her
Majesty The Decemberists arrived today. Someone else reviews it
here (alongside a delectable SuicideGirls advert. Ooerr).
It’s quirky, enjoyable stuff: a little twee in a way indie bands haven’t
been [...]
Guardian letters page, today:
It is not a gherkin. It is a suppository and the biggest joke ever played
on Londoners. — Dr JCV Mitchell, Midhurst, W Sussex
I think it’s very pretty.
To be honest, I have to admit that the Goldie Lookin’ Chain joke was starting
to wear a bit thin, and with repeated listens, their back-catalogue was
coming to sound rather amateurish (permissible, I suppose, since they were
at the time amateurs). We’d committed to the gig tickets months ago, and
I’d decided to maintain my enthusiasm until then, [...]