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:: Friday, July 04, 2003 ::

Watch some Weebl, it's hilarious! Just select an animation from the archive drop down. (Cheese, Pie, Wee-lo and Wee Bull are by favourites so far)

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Nice one popcorn.
"A lot of it is unquantifiable physics"! No, it's called Acoustics! And it's perfectly simple. Agghh, these people! (Usual rant about general misunderstanding of basic acoustics repressed on this occasion as the story is too damn funny)

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A new club night has arrived in Bristol called Figure Drawing Class, it has nothing to with drawing, but their site has some interesting stuff in the entertainment section.

I highly recommend the Satan animation.

Figure Drawing Class is organised by, good-friend of Gusset, Sheriff Rosco and his mates.

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Now, there's in-car sound systems and in-car sound systems

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It's a pretty convincing case.

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Conclusive Proof That Dan was (cross-dressing) at Glastonbury!



Well that proved all you doubters wrong, now didn't it!

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Back from Glastonbury, with healthy glow of a farm laborer about me, and their might be a whole new mini site dedicated to "Salad Girl" if the photos I surreptitiously took of the girl seen taking 20 mins to eat almost none of a small salad come out ok. I was there with Simon (posts here occasional) and his brother Paul (who I’ll be adding to the team soon), so they might have some more interesting incites.

The most interesting event this year came about when watching Ozomatli on the Pyramid stage on Saturday morning. Stood in a fairly spread out crowd minding my own business I felt something hit the back of my legs as it was dropped to the ground. I looked round partly out of curiosity and partly just to check I wasn’t in any ones way, and saw that what had knocked me was a rucksack with a bundle of clothes tied to it. I glanced upwards to see who the owner of the bag was and was greeted with the view of a totally naked unattractive middle-aged hippy woman bouncing around. I grinned to myself and turned back to watch the band as if this was nothing of great interest. A 30ish American guy standing in front of me wearing a Woodstock 99 T-shirt got prodded in the back by the woman as she probably assumed him to be a like minded soul, but he smiled politely then joined the people trying to ignore her, a small circle clearing around her. Five or so minutes later I felt someone hit my elbow. I glace round again to see the hippy woman had managed to kick me in the elbow as she was led on her back with her legs in the air....wait for it..... fingering herself. I turned away again and shuffled a little further away, the circle around her widening all the time. I dared not look (probably in a very stuck up typically English sort of way despite how liberal I like to think of myself as) for another five minutes or so. I could see other people in front of me glancing backwards and downwards occasionally and the looks on their faces confirming she is was still there. A young skater girl looking not unlike Avril "most miserable teenager alive" Lavigne contorted her face to a degree I cant even say I’ve seen young Avril manage, her hairline practically touching her eyebrows, and looking as if she was gagging on her own tongue, about to throw up at any moment. The next I see of the naked woman she has moved in front of me and singled out a young black girl to "join her", although I couldn’t really hear what she was asking it was obvious the none naked girl found the request unacceptable. A few more words exchanged and the hippy woman is holding the girls hand and forcing her to dance, albeit visibly reluctant in doing so. This doesn’t last long before the hippy woman starts rubbing herself up against the poor girl, who decides to grab her bag and make a run for it. The hippy woman disappeared after that. I'm not sure what happened thereafter, but in that midday sun, she probably burnt things I don’t want to think about.

Highlights:

The scheduled DJ set by AFX (poor photo) in the Glade on Saturday night was great, and it looked like he enjoyed it as well, grinning and waving to everyone when he came up. He played loads of old rave type classics, a few breaks, then some jungle, and the nuts stuff to finish of. I missed the second set he did later on where he apparently wasn’t allowed to play any beats (after 3am) so did all the Bjork fan scaring noise stuff then slowly relaxed into chilled ambient stuff to finish. Apparently this got some heckles from the crowed and he started insulting people and playing hideous distortion at them.

Squarepusher (The Reaper Jenkinson) worked his magic, although didn’t kill anyone as far as I’m aware. Mental bass riffs, not as abrasive as last years set, turned into a bit of a mosh pit at the end and the organisers had to stop the set and tell everyone to back off a bit, or as Tom put it "please rewind yourselves in terms of you spatial positioning... otherwise some mother fuckers gonna get it, mother fucker." Good fun had by all. (For those who care the set included (as far as I could identify tracks); Dimontane Co, I Wish You Could Talk, and Anstromm-Feck 4, new stuff and a whole load more)
Photos: 1 2 3 Kit.

Brushing over the other stuff:
The Cooper Temple Clause were pretty good but not spectacular. Electric Six were great when they were playing their best known stuff, but some of the other tracks were really just filler, over time I imagine they’ll develop a whole set of track as good as Remote Control Me, Danger! High Voltage! and Gay Bar. The cover of Radio Ga Ga was ill-advised. Mighty Ging, billed as “Bristol hip hop massive,” were surpisingly good when I stumbled across them (recommended viewer at Ashton Court Festival this year), a five piece all ginger funky hip-hop band, with the same kind of grove that made Crazy Gods of Endless Noise great. The Hybrid set (featuring Peter Hook) was ruined for me by their guitarist/front man being such a twat, but saved by a power cut as soon as Hooky started his ridiculous posturing. I’m not really an REM fan but they sounded OK considering. The Polyphonic Spree were utter bullshit, how can you have 23 members of a band without ONE who can sing? Turin Brakes were good. Plaid were very good, nice visuals as well. Lenigrad Cowboys were hilarious, photo should explain why. Asian Dub Foundation (or Asian Job Seekers as Slim so kindly put it) were alright in small doses but got dull. Ex-Sugababe Siobahn Donaghy was alright but hadn’t really got going when we had to run to see the remaining Sugababes, who were great, a much better set than the Bristol gig a couple of months ago, and Mutya wiggled her ass, what more do I need to say?

Sugababes poetry corner
Oh Mutya,
Oh Mutya,
Oh Mutya,
Oh Mutya,
Oh Mutya,
Oh Mutya,
And your arse.

Beth Gibbons and Rustin’ Man (Paul Webb of Talk Talk) were fantastic, well worth having to listen to Carys Matthews over running to see, a brilliant, haunting set, Beth somehow managing not to smoke until the last track, and her banter with the crowed was as incoherent as ever.

The DJ set that I think was Chris Clark was hilarious, all 90’s rave classics and techno versions of rock classics (including Money for Nothing and a Slayer track, I think it was Raining Blood) all being played by some old graying guy with a white tash who had to put reading glasses on and squint at the mixer, wearing a baseball cap and a UFO covered sweater and doing all the wavy arm dancing and some strangely literal mining. (Some dancers) He looked scarily like my father-in-law, but fair play to the man, it was a good set.
Bill Bailey was excellent, the crowd wouldn’t let him leave the stage, (possibly partly through fear that the next act might be as bad as the Mary Poppins impersonator who was on before), and he played plenty of his classic song pieces, including his ode to prog rock, The Leg of Time.

And finally, A Cooks Tour. OK, so it’s totally unrelated to Glastonbury, but I’ve been trying to find time to read this for ages and thanks to the Friday being very slow I finally finished the book having got less than halfway through in the previous three months. It’s an essential read for anyone interested in cooking, eating good food and a bit of travel, and I’m glad to say that British food doesn’t come off as badly was you might expect.

EDIT: Photos and additional text added :: Dan 12.7.03

Labels: Glastonbury, Sugababes

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Is it working again?

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Pound coin available on eBay

Interview with Trevor Brown on his “slightly disturbing paintings of young Asian girls”, what made him move to Japan, and his status as a cult artist.

I didn't see any iLoos mores the pity, full Glastobury review to follow.

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If anyone has Alanis Morrisettes e-maill addy, could they send her this link and tell her that forcing your family to become strict vegans, then being killed by a falling frozen leg of lamb (true story) is mildy ironic, rain on your wedding day fucking isn't. Unlucky, yes, ironic no.
Same goes for the wine & fly, spoons & knife and the deathrow pardon 3min too late (very unlucky in that last case). Not a hint of irony anywhere.
Infact the song title should be "Isn't it unlucky".

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