• the bloc party show was fuckin' great...my only complaint would be that they didn't play one of their best songs, 'skeleton' off of the 'helicopter' b-side. said not in a fanboywithobscurereferences kind of way - it's just good, i never get tired of it.
• Holee shit...them muscle relaxants really do the trick. I feel like sending a Thank You card to my doctor for getting them prescribed without a visit to the office. I love you Dr. Woof.
• I know I'm being somewhat stereotypical here, but as someone who's been around the (goth) scene for a while, I've seen that it hasn't changed THAT much ( accept for the addition of some bands, Hot Topic - making goth fashion more accessible, and better hair dying products. ) Even the dance moves are the same. The infamous being ( what my good friend Mr. Sarah calls ) "Catching Butterflies". You've seen it. Put on a slow Siouxsie tune like Beatles cover "Dear Prudence" and you will watch the room quickly turn into a mass of swirling bodies, all reaching up to the sky in slow motion with fingerless gloves, like they are trying to catch that mystical fluttering bug.
• Why do music critics insist on branding stuff they grew up on as "visionary"? Thom Yorke had no idea 9/11 and its subsequent alert-culture was going to happen, and if he did, I guarantee you OK Computer would have been a helluva lot louder, scarier and angrier. OKC is sad, melancholy and paranoid (like an android, yo), but visionary it ain't.
• Weirdos. Gay daddy and gay brother, that'd make a great sitcom. As far as I know, they're both straight. Perhaps it was the "ambiance" of the Olive Garden that swished them up a bit.
• Listening to a track on HMV in-store radio, of which of course I miss the name of. Asking the staff seems like a good idea at the time, but then these things often do. The britpop-fringed loafer looks at me like I'm some total lunatic when I tell him the lyrics were something about Bea Arthur and California.