Bikini Kill really help with my revision, I kid.
Procrastination.

Each gig holds a different type of person, so if you go to so many you can really tell the amusing contrasting differences, for example, the Placebo gig the other night had a disgraceful audience. I went because of the nostalgia induced by the memory of getting the CD when I was eleven. I did thoroughly enjoy it when they played "Every You And Every Me". The crowd however was just full of fucking idiots. It is quite unfathomable. It was also held in a terrible arena, the biggest venue in Glasgow, SECC.

My Bloody Valentine crowd was polar opposite, just appreciating the music properly, Broadcast in Stereo was also a totally different experience. I'm avoiding the SECC, unless something comes up like when the Pixies played.

The neighbours, well Maggie specifically put in an official complaint against us, well me specifically, I am definitely being singled out for persecution. I am almost positive my flatmate is just as bad, just comes across as the Golden Boy.

I wish I spoke in the old style Shakespearian English, Romeo & Juliette has inspired me somewhat. It's similar to when I read A Clockwork Orange, I wanted to speak Nadsat. I adored it. Proper horrorshow.

...I've been infatuated with that song for quite some time now.

This weekend was INCREDIBLE. I never thought I'd love Butlins so much haha, honestly though, some of the towns in England are pretty shitty; they make some of the rough areas in Glasgow look quite nice, and Glasgow is called Stab City hah.

But yeah, when we first arrived we looked around - caravans on sale - if I had a caravan and could drive that would be fabulous. I could deal with being trailer trash.

There were three venues, both inside, not too big so it was very intimate and the crowd of people were very laid back, meaning it was quite simple to get to the front. Except for certain things, you had to obviously be organised for Sonic Youth and My Bloody Valentine's first performance, the queue was insane. We didn't have a wristband for the first night, just the third because each person received a wristband for only one of the My Bloody Valentine performances due to capacity control and equal footing.

So when they played first night we stumbled across a cinema playing a strange black and white French film named "Mouchete". The film consisted of a young girl being rather promiscuous with an older man, her ill mother wasn't happy, the girl then heads to a field in search the older man who is shooting rabbits. Clearly depressed by the outcome, the girl runs to the lake and attempts suicide by rolling down the hill into the water, yet has a failed attempt. She then goes two metres further up hill to roll down for momentum, and thus dies. Now that is a French film.

Later, we wandered back into the venue and noticed MBV was accessible so we GOT IN. Went slightly crazy, oh fuck 15minutes of pure NOISE, everyone put their earplugs in haha. It amused me.

Acts we saw were;

Wounded Knees,
Josh T.Pearson
J.Mascis and the Fog
No Age
Fucked Up
Buzzcocks
Yo La Tengo
Primal Scream
Pains of Being Pure at Heart
My Bloody Valentine
Sonic Youth
De La Soul
The Horrors (Sonic Youth were right after)
Swervedriver
School Of Seven Bells
Sun Ra Arkestra
A Place to Bury Strangers
Television Personalities
The Pastels

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?v=info&gid=49551141980

This Facebook group made me want to puke up my internal organs. Seriously.

7) You will fly the Shetland flag proudly

YUCK.

8) you are either into church, sports or alcahol

Okay that is quite true. Guess which one I went for.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. I regret using the term "fag" to describe him, of course.




It's "You hippies smoke too much pot" thank you very much.

ATP, All Tomorrows Parties lineup;

FRIDAY DECEMBER 4TH

BANDS

PAVILION

6.15pm-7.45pm - DE LA SOUL
8.30pm-10pm - PRIMAL SCREAM

CENTRE STAGE

4.15pm-5pm - WOUNDED KNEES
5.30pm-6.15pm - JOSH T. PEARSON
6.45pm-7.30pm - WITCH
8.30pm-9.45pm - YO LA TENGO
-room cleared-
10.45pm-12.15am - My Bloody Valentine
12.45am-1.45am - BUZZCOCKS

REDS

9.45pm-10.45pm - TV PERSONALITIES
10.45pm-12.30am - DJs (see below)
12.30am-1.30am - SERENA MANEESH

DJS

CRAZY HORSE

10.30pm-12.30am - IAN SVENONIUS
12.30am-2.30am - DECLAN ALLEN
2.30am-5am - CHERRYSTONES

REDS

10.45pm-12.30am - JUSTIN SPEAR

IRISH BAR

10.30am-12am - TBC
12am-2am - DJ ALPHABEAST & MATT GOLDMAN

CINEMA

PM

10pm - MOUCHETTE
Midnight - DIRTY DANCING
2am - FLAMENCO

SATURDAY DECEMBER 5TH

BANDS

PAVILION

4pm-5pm - SUN RA ARKESTRA
5.30pm-6.30pm - THE PASTELS
7pm-8pm - THE HORRORS
8.45pm-10pm - SONIC YOUTH

CENTRE STAGE

2.15pm-3pm - THE TYDE
3.30pm-4.30pm - THE MEMBRANES
5pm-6pm - HARMONY ROCKETS performing Paralyzed Mind Of The Archangel Void
6.30pm-7.30pm - J MASCIS & THE FOG
8pm-9pm - SPECTRUM
-room cleared-
10.45pm-12.15am - My Bloody Valentine
12.45am-1.45am - NO AGE
2.15am-3.15am - FUCKED UP

REDS

4.45pm-5.30pm - LE VOLUME COURBE
6pm-7pm - THAT PETROL EMOTION
9.45pm-10.45pm - ROBIN GUTHRIE
11.15pm-12.15am - LIGHTNING BOLT
1am-2am - ARIEL PINK

DJS

CRAZY HORSE

10.30pm-12.30am - ROUGH TRADE DJS
12.30am-2.30am - JUSTIN SPEAR
2.30am-5am - BP FALLON

IRISH BAR

10am-12am - DJ ALPHABEAST
12am-2am - PETE FOWLER & FRIENDS

CINEMA

AM

10am - THE BARKLEYS OF BROADWAY
Midday - BLACK NARCISSUS
2pm - THE FILTH AND THE FURY

PM

10pm - SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER
Midnight - GODZILLA
2am - KING KONG



SUNDAY DECEMBER 6TH

BANDS

PAVILION

4.45pm-6.00pm - TH' FAITH HEALERS
6.45pm-8.15pm - múm
8.45pm-10pm - DIRTY THREE

CENTRE STAGE

1.15pm-2pm - GEMMA HAYES
2.30pm-3.30pm - LILYS
4pm-5pm - A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS
5.30pm-6.30pm - SWERVEDRIVER
7pm-8pm - EPMD
8.30pm-9.30pm - BOB MOULD
-room cleared-
10.30pm-12am - My Bloody Valentine
12.30am-1.30am - SCHOOL OF SEVEN BELLS
2.00am-3.00am - BRIGHTBLACK MORNING LIGHT

REDS

9.15pm-10pm - THE PAINS OF BEING PURE AT HEART
10.30pm-11.30pm - TBC
12.00am-12.45am - THE ROBERT COYNE OUTFIT

DJS

CRAZY HORSE

8.30pm-10.30pm - DECLAN ALLEN
10.30pm-12am - CHERRYSTONES
12am-2am - JIM SCLAVUNOS

IRISH BAR

10pm-12am - MANISH AND SUMMERS
12am-2am - BP FALLON

CINEMA

AM

10am - WOMEN IN LOVE
12.30pm - WUTHERING HEIGHTS

PM

10pm - IF...
Midnight - LA HAINE
2am - THE TENANT

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
I complete my missions mahn.
Sold out means NOTHING.

Detlev is a bloody liar!

BURNT MY FUCKING FRINGE.
oh dear.
maybe I should sleep.
klmsdfsdcsa.

I just watched this documentary on Berlin, has made me extremely excited for New Year, it had this part on this controversial 1920s actress Anita Berber, I found her lifestyle very interesting, especially for those days. Must have been outrageous ha.

Anita Berber (June 10, 1899 – November 10, 1928) was a German dancer, actress, writer, and prostitute who was the subject of an Otto Dix painting. She lived during the Weimar period.

Born in Leipzig to divorced bohemian parents (a cabaret artist and a violinist), she was raised mainly by her grandmother in Dresden. By the time she was 16, she had moved to Berlin and made her debut as a cabaret dancer. By 1918 she was working in film, and she began dancing nude in 1919. She was scandalous, androgynous and infamous, quickly making a name for herself on the Berlin scene. She wore heavy dancer’s make-up, which on the black and white photos and films of the time came across as jet black lipstick painted across the heart-shaped part of her skinny lips, and charcoaled eyes.

Her hair was cut fashionably into a short bob and was frequently bright red, as in 1925 when the German painter Otto Dix painted a portrait of her, titled "The Dancer Anita Berber". Her dancer friend and sometime lover Sebastian Droste, who performed in the film Algol (1920), was skinny and had black hair with gelled up curls much like sideburns. Neither of them wore much more than lowslung loincloths and Anita occasionally a corsage worn well below her small breasts.[1]

Her performances broke boundaries with their androgyny and total nudity, but it was her public appearances that really challenged taboos. Berber's overt cocaine use and bisexuality were matters of public chatter. She was allegedly the sexual slave of a woman and the woman's 15-year-old daughter. She could often be seen in Berlin's hotel lobbies, nightclubs and casinos; she would walk around naked except for a sable fur, carrying a pet monkey and a silver brooch full of cocaine, while flaunting her lesbian lovers—removing the barrier between performance and normal life. Besides being a cocaine addict, she was an alcoholic, but at the age of 29, gave up both suddenly and completely. According to Mel Gordon in The Seven Addictions and Five Professions of Anita Berber, she was diagnosed with severe tuberculosis while performing abroad. She died on November 10, 1928 in a Kreuzberg hospital and was buried at St. Thomas cemetery in Neukölln. According to Lucinda Jarrett she was married three times (secondly to Droste) and died after a collapse in Damascus.

It's raining. Eternal rain.

Poignant moment in a brilliant Stanley Kubrick film, sick thing is I predict this ending is inevitable in the world we live in today.

heh heh heh

Words cannot explain how much I want to go to this event. Sold out means NOTHING. It's my mission. I will complete successfully.

It's is the French Film Festival at the Glasgow film theatre, sounds completely pretentious but whatever, I fucking love foreign films. They are always a bit different, as you might say. The last two I have seen have involved some form of incest ahaha.

Mother actually purchased me the strangest film for Christmas called "Lovesick", It's a Bulgarian film about a girl who has gone to college, then ends up getting it on with this other girl who is actually having an incestuous relationship with her brother! Thanks mum, you're great. No really, thanks, I enjoyed it thoroughly.



Then last one I watched with Craig, heh, he had no idea what was coming for him. Was a French film called "Ma Mere", it involved this young guy moving in with his mother because his father was recently deceased. His mother is some Madame who enjoys watching her son get it on with her prostitutes haha, my descriptive methods are perfect.. sure. Basically at the end the mother dies and he goes in to view the body, then starts masturbating, haaaaa. Craig was pretty much scarred for life, see French film festival! Can't wait. I plan to watch a film called "The Mother & The Whore", sounds sexy.



To be honest, I think world cinema involves subjects that are unacceptable in mainstream, conformist theatre, that's why I am partial.

http://open.spotify.com/user/stuartova/playlist/7v4tPimIUdysZn0NTWi0pH

This is a playlist which I made, it is GOOD SHIT. Unfortunately since I don't know how to link it you'll have to COPY and paste, If you have Spotify I suggest you do listen...

Earlier I browsed through a multitude of Last.Fm profiles and subconciously (or perhaps consciously) judged people by their taste in music. Does that make me a bitch? Possibly.

Everything is making me laugh so much today! Thank fuck someone taught me how to print screen mahn.

An extremely amusing description of a book.

Don't know how to make it bigger okay, so just click it ha.



I need to continue copying this whole rant haha! Love it.



YOU HAD YOUR SHITTY SON! HAH.

I am Definitely going to these clubs when I go to Berlin for New year! Sexaay.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KitKatClub

http://www.insomnia-berlin.de/popup_english.html

Hahahahaha! I am actually properly laughing right now, love the Germans.

I am rather bored, I found this website that had a three hour radio station episode to listen to, yeah OK it has got Kathleen Hanna on it. Then Rebel Girl came on, yesss. So I typed it into Youtube and what appears?

"Rebel girl Pink on music and marriage..."

REBEL. She's about as rebellious as Ke$ha.

Seriously though, I actually love Bikini Kill. LOVE.

Vile creatures.

SUCK MY LEFT ONE.

Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrap.

Oh and we watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas again, brilliant film. I massively want to do that road trip! In a fucking caravan though! Like a gypsy or a hippie van, egh. I can't drive though, someone else will have to drive.. then I'll take over when the roads are clear! Haha. Not kidding. One day.

My flat is a fucking mess. The kitchen is a bit like that in Withnail and I, NOT cleaning today. Fuck that. Hungover to death.

PERFECT!

I just read this in my psychology book, it amused me.

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Phillip Larkin (1922 – 1985)

Stalking The Specials...

Seeing as I was born in the wrong decade I have to go see gigs on that are reunions such as the Slits, Stooges, Fleetwood Mac and the Specials.

But honestly, seeing the Specials in Liverpool was just incredible. I saw them at T In The Park but it's always better in a venue specifically for the fans of the group.

It was wild, we met the band 'cause they were staying at our hotel. Ended up getting rather drunk with the bassist Roddy. Mad times.

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Oh jesus the boiler in my flat exploded the other day, it was very crazy indeed. I just twisted some knob slightly to increase the pressure 'cause there's a leak. Then it burst. I freaked out like some bastard girl and screamed down the phone to my stepsister absolute nonsense. It flooded Craigs room a bit, well a lot. I managed to twist the bastard back on eventually but the damage was done. It's probably a good thing Craig is away at sea right now so the room can dry out. However, I guess if he was here it would never have happened haaa.

My friend is doing a plastic surgery nursing placement at the moment, I'm rather envious. Watching people's faces getting cut up just entirely appeals to me, haaa, I kid. No I am not kidding, I am jealous. However she said she was still hungover from the other night, so she felt like regurgitating her internal organs all over the surgeons during the process. Future of the NHS baby!

Head-banging bitches.

GOING TO!

WILD.

One of the best film introductions ever. Are you flirtin' with me?

If anyone is wondering who that is in my current main blog picture, well it's Kathleen Hanna during her Bikini Kill days, she also did a solo project under the pseudonym Julie Ruin and later formed Le Tigre. RIOT GRRRL. SUCK MY LEFT ONE. HA!

Ok now it's an owl... ha!

THE SLITS GIG AT STEREO, Bird noises!

I got a pomegranate the other day, it was out of date. Definitely didn't look like the picture that's for sure. But it made me ponder, how the fuck do they juice those things?!

Here, everyone should listen to this band, PENS, they supported the Slits gig the other night which was BRILLIANT;



Last night at like 3am when I was browsing the net in absolute boredom - I'm a nocturnal owl - I came across some gross thread where some "music intellectuals" were bitching about them. People like that should just go die. I bet if they met them in real life they'd behave entirely differently.