Thursday, February 14, 2008
Turning The Place Over
I admit, I came here to talk about the Capital of Culture and so far, so very little. I promise to get my arse into gear and download the programme of events and keep you abreast of all things cultural very soon. In the meantime, I have been to see this piece of art by Richard Wilson and it is brilliant. It's free and in Liverpool. What more could you want? Go and see it.
I'm going to try and turn the place over myself tonight by trying to get an early table for a birthday treat for the Lovely Boyfriend and my boys. Wish me luck. If I don't, I may be liable to spit on any kissing couple within...spitting distance...on my way to the chippy.
Highlights this week have included seeing Alison Moyet at The Liverpool Philharmonic and the anticipation of my appearance (vocally, not visually) on City Talk, 10 am Saturday 16th February - 105.9 fm.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I hate Valentine's Day
Well, that's not strictly true. It's here, it's queer and it's looming next week again. I tried to book a table (for eight) at a lovely restaurant called Pushka on Rodney St in Liverpool. Do eat there if you can - I guarantee the owners Glen and Doug will give you the warmest welcome and the bestest food. But Doug just laughed when I asked for a table on 14th February. This was two days ago. I was told they had their first booking for Valentine's night in October. What is wrong with these people?
It's not like I was hoping for a romantic meal for two. No, no, no. Not for me the trappings of our anniversary obsessed society. The Lovely Boyfriend happens to have his birthday on that day. Much as I love him, I balk at the thought of sharing a night with other candlelit tables for two. I can do that on any night of the week. I don't have to be told. It's so forced. So, I thought a few mates, some wine, some food, yadda yadda yadda...
How naive I was. It's my own fault, I suppose. I choose to ignore the fact that people are so organised. That they book holidays, weddings and meals out so far in advance that if I did it, I would surely forget I'd done it and miss the bloody thing anyway. I'm a creature of spontaneity. And why can't everyone else be like that too? I'm sure it would spread out evenly and we would all be able to get what we wanted, when we wanted.
If you want a great time, leave it until the last minute.
It's not like I was hoping for a romantic meal for two. No, no, no. Not for me the trappings of our anniversary obsessed society. The Lovely Boyfriend happens to have his birthday on that day. Much as I love him, I balk at the thought of sharing a night with other candlelit tables for two. I can do that on any night of the week. I don't have to be told. It's so forced. So, I thought a few mates, some wine, some food, yadda yadda yadda...
How naive I was. It's my own fault, I suppose. I choose to ignore the fact that people are so organised. That they book holidays, weddings and meals out so far in advance that if I did it, I would surely forget I'd done it and miss the bloody thing anyway. I'm a creature of spontaneity. And why can't everyone else be like that too? I'm sure it would spread out evenly and we would all be able to get what we wanted, when we wanted.
If you want a great time, leave it until the last minute.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Listen with me...
Two gigs went part way to filling my social calendar this week - one a brand new band without a record deal and the other a reformation. Glasvegas at Korova on Wednesday and The Pale Fountains at The Academy on Saturday. Both a joy to behold. And both a million miles away from my previous outings at the new stadium. You may remember I claimed to like my gigs dark and sweaty. Well Glasvegas ticked both of those boxes with the added element of not even being able to see the band apart from the top of a couple of heads. This didn't take away from the enjoyment at all and despite them having only a small setlist, I was happy to pretend I was 19 again.
And about 19 I would have been, I reckon, when I was listening to The Pale Fountains the first time around. They're only doing two gigs - sorry if you've missed them, but you did miss out - so there's a little treat above/below...(sorry this video thing is all new to me)
Like most gigs I go to it was full of tall men of a certain age. This time they managed to restrain themselves from talking throughout. Maybe because they realised that they were in for a rare treat. Why do people pay good money to go to see their favourite bands and then proceed to chat to their mates most of the time. It's beyond me and I know several people who would rather have a talking ban at gigs than a smoking ban.
Two fantastic nights and neither one particularly happening because it's the year of the Capital of Culture. I suspect both bands probably have a healthy disinterest in the trappings of the music industry but both brought joy to my heart and ears this week. I want to spread the joy.
And about 19 I would have been, I reckon, when I was listening to The Pale Fountains the first time around. They're only doing two gigs - sorry if you've missed them, but you did miss out - so there's a little treat above/below...(sorry this video thing is all new to me)
Like most gigs I go to it was full of tall men of a certain age. This time they managed to restrain themselves from talking throughout. Maybe because they realised that they were in for a rare treat. Why do people pay good money to go to see their favourite bands and then proceed to chat to their mates most of the time. It's beyond me and I know several people who would rather have a talking ban at gigs than a smoking ban.
Two fantastic nights and neither one particularly happening because it's the year of the Capital of Culture. I suspect both bands probably have a healthy disinterest in the trappings of the music industry but both brought joy to my heart and ears this week. I want to spread the joy.
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