Bridges/ Bricks/ Buildings/ Booze: My photos of Newcastle

Happy October! It's the month with conkers, leaves and knitted scarves <3







I know those photo's made me look like an escaped patient but hey [you should have noticed by now, I'm a bit odd] to celobrate autumn [and the release of Paul Smith's solo and album/ Polaroid book- it's basically national Paul Smith day- which only increases my existing obsession] ...here are some pictures I took in town on Saturday (after getting my We Are Scientists ticket!)
They aren't amazing or anything, all of  sudden I just realised how much I love Newcastle, so felt the need to photograph it =)

For anyone who knows me, or has read the previous blog, I think the not so hidden meaning of the picture below, may be rather clear [This may not be believable but I didn't write that]





Now might be a nice time to point out that Kasabian love Newcastle

 
 

The next two pictures pretty much some up Newcastle perfectly: alcohol and architecture



 

Hope you (3 followers) all had a happy 10/10/10 10.10 thingy with all the 10's...
Anyway,, I'm off to see Corrine Bailey Rae for.. freee!! we won a competition =D



Have a nice monday x

I've seen Maximo Park!

It was absolute magic.
(I will apologize now- mainly to Elizabeth Walshaw- for writing such a ridiculously obsessive and ludicrously lengthy and embarrasing ramble.) Also- this is largely dedicated to Laura Black and Paul Smith <3



Scissor kicks/ star jumps/ screams/ special songs/ skinny jeans... dear Maximo Park: I am forever gratefull.
Everyone has a thing, that like defines them as a human being: Ross from friends has dinosours, Ant has Dec, salt's thing is vinegar... I think mine is Maximo Park. As cheesy as this, and the entire blog sounds, thier music makes me feel and it makes me understand. I can hear Roller Disco Dreams in my chest, Postcard of a Painting just sings straight to my heart and By The Monument is like a beautiful "secret shared" between them and the residants of Newcastle, so when they played it: Holy Jesus!



The set list (which was infront of me!) was an utter dream that I never thought would come true:
By The Monument
Books From Boxes
I Want You To Stay
Good greif! they just speak to me. It's difficult not to fall in love with them when Paul Smith litterally sings his soul till tears tell the most moving and respectable truth, whilst the music is like an extra icing and sprinkle of unignorable power and meaning that can physicly be felt rushing through the body. Phewft- all I have ever wanted in life was to witness those fantastic and emotional songs live- but I never let myself believe that I actually would! And now look what was directly infront of me!..



The gig really was as if Paul Smith and Lucas Wooller had radioactive mega voult electricity pumping through them at a dangerously, life threateningly exciting level and I cannot explain how mesmerising and incredible and attractive it was to behold! From jumping/ hopping/ standing on and dropping keyboards to bouncing/dancing/running/leaping/gyrating singing, it was just energizing and remarkable!



"When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend- don't you know how much that hurts?" during Girls Who Play Guitars was just the most anticipated pinical of my existance. Graffiti, Going Missing and Apply Some Pressure, more importantly, Limassol can only be described by this live quote "The reason we like to chat between songs is because we aren't just another band who come on, play some songs and are like 'whatever' We are Maximo Park and this is what we do!" And I can finally say: I've seen them!



I never thought I would say this- esspecially bearing in mind the times I've cried and prayed and missed out over the six years of waiting. As well as the 4 painful hours spent circling Sunderland in the rain, trying to find the venue, which resulted in dissapointment and alltogehter 5 more uncomfortable drives over the bridge, repeating the instrucions "Second left on the next roundabout towards the A1232" till I practicly chanted it to get to sleep and no longer needed to read the directions.

Ooh and not to mention, when I thought I saw Paul Smith in Ikea! I hung around the spoon section for a lot longer than necessary just to embarras myself infront of a rather good looking stranger, then get evacuated due to a suspected fire risk so went to Topshop and bought some sequined floral hotpants, it was an eventful day that I'll never forget.. [I later wrote the story in breif on the back of a poster saying simply 'Love You', then broke infront of the barrier and clambered over sound equiptment to deleiver] aanyway, after all that hooha, I think those ridiculous and unhealthily obsessed years of rather impatient waiting were actually- worth it.



To see them is pretty much all I've ever wished for in life, and when the sureal and overwhelming blur of lucky and perfect disbeleif leaves me for breif and over joyously exctatic moments- it just hits me that I have! And I really cannot controll myself, or my emotions and limbs for that matter. This isn't a joke: I am complete now. I woke up feeling as if I no longer need to achieve anything else in life because my one dream has now been acomplished perfectly. OK I may have took that a little too far there but seriously I felt and feel so happy.



I allmost included a ridiculous speech in this blog where I turned all spiritual and thank full and allmost religious as if I was dying or something, talking about patience and maturity and dreams coming true blahdy blah then realised it was probably best to keep that insanity inside the diary- esspecially cause the rest of this is ludicrously mad enough allready- so instead I will round this off by saying the gig was perfect and captivating and energizing and superlatively uncomparisonable. Allmost better than I could have imagined. Thank you

It started with a spotty sock

Well, this has been my life of recent times...



Beginning with a ripped tartan sock one outfit change lead to another,







Before I knew it, I'd started on the stripy tights



And then there were the props and I was off, it all went to my head...



The volume wasn't meant to be that extreme but when discovering the excess of my shoe and sock collection I got slightly over excited.



And then this happened:



Followed by these...



The ludicrous thing is, I can barely ride a bike without encountering a near death disaster

Radiohead, again

Hello, Bouquet of Barbed Wire was amazing last night! basically the pretty posh girl's dad arranged for her husband (the attractive creep with stuble) to get stabbed in the back with some kitchen scissors and there were more wierd affairs and more talk of someone mysterious called Paula...

But more importantly, I just listened to a thingy about Radiohead, allthough I'm aware of my tendencies to obsess over things then blog about them in a slightly cheesy way, I also think I've mentioned things similar to this before but Radiohead's music is just like being hit by a huge wave of emotion and meaning that I can't even describe or understand.
Esspecially when Thom Yorke says things as beautiful this: "I cried when I heard 'There There'. Blubbed my eyes out for ages, I just thought it was the best thing we had ever done"
And as for Jigsaw Falling Into Place... well,, it's magic.



I know that similar to the other Radiohead blog, my photo (this time of a pretty cieling) has no corrolation to what I was on about but nevermind, I'm going to watch This Is England now =)

Fashion Mistakes

Hello =) Sorry I haven't written a blog in aages! Basically, I bought some leapord print tights. It was most probably a rather large mistake.



The words leapord and print instantly scream either charv or wrong so the purchase was definitely a risk, hopefully if I wear them with converse or brogues it will look better than a tracksuit top and a luminous pink vest. Not that I have anything personal against chavs, joggers are very comfy in the privacy of your own home and I have seen one put litter in the bin before, which was quite beautiful,
I just can't properly focus because Boquet of Barbed Wire starts in roughly 3 minutes- I recorded one episode because the name was intriguing. To be fair it's sort of strange but god I'm completetly hooked... right, It's on, I'll finish this later, but here are my tights again... bye x

The Libertines

Aw! watching thier Reading set on the telly [twice] was so special it acctually felt like a dream <3
It was like at the end of an amazing concert when there are absolutetly no words to describe how incredible it was. All the words needed were shown in Pete and Carl's affection towards eachother, it was just beautiful! "Look out for one another. If someone goes down help them." That was like Pete wasn't just talking about crowd trampling safety etc, bladyblah... he was talking about the importance of friendship:



When Carl ripped Pete's shirt off not only was it a wonderfully thrilling sight for a young lady to see, it was allmost like they were tearing away all the painful memories that aren't important anymore.
Dearest Carl describes thier relationship as an "intense love affair with non physical romance" [ooft] but it's allmost more than that, as if they (embarrasingly and ridiculously) complete eachother.



My friend Katie says their friendship is one that she could only wish for <3
No-one could headline after that though, I mean who ever the hell Arcade Fire are must feel pretty bloody embarrased now cause Libertines totally made the festival, with a connection alone. The performance was so real it was more like a nation wide celobration and a small explosion. Sometmes people don't notice how greatly missed a band were untill they're back, I'm really so, so happy about it! Just look at this lovely chemistry...



The songs spoke for themselves really, when the music stops in "I Get Along" and Carl swears: it's just sex right there. I acctually cried, roughly four or five times with odd smiling facial expressions. Just watching it in my front room there were real genuine tears, and acctual sobs- there's probably no need for me to say that but when I even just think about "Tell The King" I develop butterflies in my stomach. 



 The set was just a huge "Fuck You!" to all the journalists that ruin lives for money, because at the end of the day Peter is an incredibly talanted musician in an absolutetly wonderful band and that is all that's importnant- the music- not thier personal life or the labels forced upon them, the music, which happens to be brilliant.
I completetly agree with what this girl is saying http://sjaejones.com/blog/2010/fangirl-jj-comes-back/ :)

Carl: "I missed having a… having a best friend, who got me, you know when you meet someone who gets you and you get them. On the deepest level. We just share the same dreams"

Pete: "I just missed Carl, to be honest"