Hello. My name is Lindsey and I am a band widow.
For want of a more positive term, you could call me a rock wag, instead. Or some people just like to use the term groupie.*
Whichever way you put it, I’m dating someone in a band.
In short, this means I’m irritating the shit out of everyone who follows me on social media right now because the band in question – Black Palms – have just released their first track. And I REALLY want everyone to see it.
It’s a difficult one though because the problem is, when you’re in a band or ‘with’ the band, no one else really gives a fuck. Sure, friends and family will give it a obligatory Facebook like and maybe a share but will people actually sit and watch the video and listen to the track? Download it? Subscribe to the mailing list? Tell their friends?
If you’re anything like me, when someone asks you to check out a video on the internet your immediate reaction is to think “maybe later” and then completely forget about it. Videos are hard work. You have to get your headphones in or make sure your sound’s turned up and then actually invest minutes of your precious time.
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I had a rather epic gym session this morning. And I’m not talking about the usual brand of epic. In case you’re wondering what that is, it basically involves:
a) Making it through the door (doesn’t matter how little exercise I do once there, you definitely lose weight just from “going” to the gym, right?)
b) And staying for more than 20 minutes without:
i) falling off treadmill
ii) having internal meltdown at sight of lycra-clad 100 pound nymphettes
Continue reading “Did things get really crap, or did I just get old?”
It’s been a while, but if anything was going make me come back after an 18 month silence, it was going to be something related to Lady Gaga’s vagina. And imagine, the days when I posted regularly were when we all speculated whether she actually had one!*
Basically, the world’s self-appointed freakiest pop star has been burned, badly, by a far lesser known South African group – and not only have they left her licking her wounded ego, they have alerted us to the fact that they effortlessly do what she has always tried to do; give out some strong political messages while simultaneously freaking the shit out of people.
I admit, I probably only knew who Die Antwoord were because I have a South African boyfriend. But I’m under the impression that most people who are really interested in music and the weird and wonderful genres it brings us will have heard of them. If you haven’t, just imagine a big bloke who looks like he should have been cast as an extra in The Hills Have Eyes, rapping and gurning, while a little blonde pixie creature jumps around squeaking the F word a lot.
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Of course Lady Gaga wore the most eye catching dress. Of course. I’m often torn between admiring her unique style and rolling my eyes at how hard she’s trying to be different, but I have to say, yellow hair aside this Barbarella-cum-Dancing On Ice number is actually really beautiful.
I mean, yeah it’s batshit crazy, but in all seriousness if I made a living from acting the loon as she does, I would totally wear this. In fact I wish I could wear this, but it doesn’t seem very pub-friendly, especially the big spiky ball thing.
Now I pride myself on only ever writing about things I want to on this blog, and not writing about something just because everyone else is talking about it.
But the passing of Michael Jackson is a historical day for music and popular culture, and I couldn’t just simply let it pass without a mention.
When I heard the news I was driving to work along the motorway and my mouth was hanging open with shock for the rest of the journey. A legend was dead, and although I was never a massive fan, I don’t think there are many people who don’t have some sort of memory attached to some of his work.
The man had a strange, sad life in many ways, and perhaps he was the original car crash celebrity. But he will be missed and always remembered.
Rest in Peace, Jacko.
So the other day, on the way to work, this song came on the radio and it really made me and my co-worker laugh because the lyrics were so ridiculous. I had to look it up and it turns out it’s sang by a Jewish guy called Dean Friedman. While I was looking for it on youtube to blare out and annoy said co-worker (it’s a slow day at work) I came across this parody of the song, that two young men obviously went to a great deal of effort to put together.
I highly suggest you watch this if you like a good laugh.
Watch more of this sort of nonsense here.