So BEAUTIFUL it needs a bloody health & safety warning

AND now they've only gone and used Carl Barat and Alex James!
Lovely, lovely men <3
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I touched a Libertine

As promised, this blog will have capital letters and, after finding a spell checker, shall hopefully be slightly more understandable, although severely delayed (writing it whilst dressed in a Libertines t-shirt seems fitting) I even changed the font for this, basically "One night in October" I...

stroked a Libertines face!

& felt a Dirty Pretty Thing's chest!

me and Carl Barat held hands!

With such fantastic music and frequent body contact it's a medical marvel that I'm still alive to tell the tale.
I know stroking a strangers face is probably wrong and unnerving- possibly even illegal, but when such a musician is using your hand to lean into the crowd behind you- there is an over powering incentive to take advantage of opportunity!

On the 20th of two months ago I not only saw some of my favourite Libertines and Dirty Pretty Things songs live- from against the barrier! but I saw some of the most important and sentimentally energizing and influential songs, that the British music culture today has ever been lucky and privileged enough to witness and become a religious-like part of, since the days of The Smiths and The Jam. Not only are their songs painfully truthful and frighteningly necessary, their intense shambling closeness enables The Libertines to embody a truly beautiful chaos of mess and talent.

^Unfortunately I didn't take that photo, but I did witness one of the most glorious setlists since Arctic Monkeys, We Are Scientists and Maximo Park, it almost palpitated my heart to a cardiac arrest, so I wrote the best songs in the shape of a pyramid...

France

Deadwood

Up The Bracket

Time For Heroes

Death On The Stairs

Bang Bang Your Dead

The Man Who Would be King

Don't Look Back Into The Sun

Holy Jesus, did it half make me happy!

Thank heavens I did have a barrier to cling onto because at times the perfection of "Wednesday night's magnolia celebration" almost became too much to bare when Carl unzipped his leather jacket, whipped off his shirt to reveal a vest that unveiled his hand written Libertine tattoo whilst beginning 'Death on the Stairs' as the audience sang "There's only one Carlos Barat, walking in a Barat wonderland" -odd but non the less...

When you think about it, The Libertines are like smashed glass, I know that sounds peculiar but they are both dangerous, edgy and broken yet equally sharp, unignorable and glistening.

Although mesmerisingly memorable and special Carl on his own (still giving it his all) was not the same without Pete, Gary and John. The Libertines songs are written as The Libertines and for The Libertines, they're like a compound so when one of them is up there all isolated it seems a bit upsetting and lonely.

I will still be forever grateful though because it may be the closest I get without fingers crossed at some sort of miraculous Reading and Leeds sequel, as with The Cure...

Not to leave on a dull note though because it's snowing outside, Carl was fantastic, we will always have the music to listen to and lets just cherish the rekindled friendship between him and Pete.

Really, how much you love a band cannot be judged on how many times you've seen them or not even how many of their albums you have because they are both material things that cost money, the main important thing is how their songs make you feel, because that is personal and it's what will always last with you. I will get over The Cure and The Libertines and Foo Fighters with time because I can't let greed over shadow the music.

♥
Spell checkers are just upsetting.

The Cure

One morning [today], I decided to finally make a blog. After months of thinking it would be a good idea I wrote a list of things I wanted to include, here is a few- recently made collages, favourite outfits and songs of the week, photos of what I've been up to and song lyrics of the day.
Whilst writing this list, The Cure decided to play on my I-pod shuffle and I just felt the overwhelming need to listen to all of thier songs. They are amazing. As my diary was in close reach I also felt the need to write about them, one thing lead to another and before I knew it, I'd practically written an essay.
Once complete, I read through and was rather pleased- I say rather pleased I mean I was allmost contemplating becoming a music reviewer! So now I have a blog just like that, I may aswell write up my 'Cure review'. So, here it is... enjoy!

When it comes to The Cure's 'Wish' album and the lyrics to Disintergration I just have to stop what I'm doing and try not to cry. This happens for pretty much all of thier songs and I would very strongly say they are my favourite band. Allthough I love a ridiculous amount of musicians- Maximo Park, Oasis and Foo Fighters to name but a few, and allthough I become obsessed with a ridiculous amount of musicians- Pete Doherty, Carl Barat and Serge Pizzorno for example,  and overall, I become obsessed by the lyrics of a ridiculous amount of musician, e.g. The Smiths, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Mumford and Sons- the ridiculous amount that I feel all of this for The Cure, plus alot more such as Robert Smith's emotional voice and the instruments atmospheric sound, overpowers the love of all others. To the extent where I am in the midst of making a Cure tee-shirt and I constantly feel the need to five star pretty much all of thier songs on my I-pod, simply as honour and comfort. I have over 10 favourite Cure songs and I haven't even heard them all- most are about love, which could be classed as an easy thing to write about- but it's not easy to make each love song wonderfull and significantly different like they do- and not only be able to, ontop of that, provoke such feeling, such thought and such vivid pictures with words and sounds alone. When listening to them, I believe every word Robert sings. They aren't just musicians, they are story tellers.