Went on the canal with some ducks. Video:
(The lovely piece of African jazz in the background is White Nile by Kelan Phil Cohran and Legacy)
Laters.
Monday, April 25, 2011
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Mirrorball
Hello.
Before we start, here's some music. I make no apologies for the "Heavy" nature of the Mogwai track - it's my blog after all. I do, however, urge you to turn the YYY track up to full and feel the hairs on your arms go up.
PJ Harvey - The Glorious Land
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Skeletons
Mogwai - Mogwai Fear Satan
I have loads to say but can't be arsed saying it. I'll have to do it in pictures - always remember that each one is, in fact, worth a thousand words...
Elbow! Mirrorball! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. That guy (Guy) can surely sing. Good banter too, in fact the whole show was fantastic. I urge you all to go see them at the first opportunity.
Martin (It's that bloke again!) at the end of Paddys night. The evening was a success after an initial awkward period in which we had to move people from their saved seats to make room for musicians, then too many musicians turned up. We arranged our next "Practice evening" for 17 April.
Lyn and Lucy get vocal while Dave strums. Lyn will hate this picture - she NEVER sings in public.
Cheese getting cosy.
One for the Plexal guys. I had to retire my Plexal (Bangkok) rucksack due to the stitching on the straps threatening to give way. Took this before binning it, with a nostalgic tear in the eye.
Tyne tunnel opening - the actual moment when traffic first went through..
..my bit is the grey computer screen, second from left.
Lyn's hand a blur as she wows the crowd. Roger looks on, amazed.
Went for a nice bike ride yesterday on the old road iron. Doesn't look much does it? Ah well, it gets the job done. Note the lugggage rack - I now ride to work once a week.
In other news, I'm spending a lot of time in Newcastle doing bits and bobs on "My" tunnel. Night work, most of it. Ah well, it pays the mortgage. Wifey gets the evenings to herself, and needs them - the end of her degree is looming. Blimey, she won't know what to do with herself after this summer.
I've been busy transposing my vinyl records to mp3. Expect some extra-cheesy music on here soon. It's a long process because I bought the cheapest USB turntable, which came with the most awful software. I have to record manually, telling the system where the gaps in the tracks are, and typing in the artist, album name and track name. However, it's a labour of love, and the obvious short-cut ("Why don't you just download them all from Pirate Bay?") didn't even get a look-in.
More soon (yeah, right.)
Before we start, here's some music. I make no apologies for the "Heavy" nature of the Mogwai track - it's my blog after all. I do, however, urge you to turn the YYY track up to full and feel the hairs on your arms go up.
PJ Harvey - The Glorious Land
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Skeletons
Mogwai - Mogwai Fear Satan
I have loads to say but can't be arsed saying it. I'll have to do it in pictures - always remember that each one is, in fact, worth a thousand words...
Elbow! Mirrorball! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. That guy (Guy) can surely sing. Good banter too, in fact the whole show was fantastic. I urge you all to go see them at the first opportunity.
Martin (It's that bloke again!) at the end of Paddys night. The evening was a success after an initial awkward period in which we had to move people from their saved seats to make room for musicians, then too many musicians turned up. We arranged our next "Practice evening" for 17 April.
Lyn and Lucy get vocal while Dave strums. Lyn will hate this picture - she NEVER sings in public.
Cheese getting cosy.
One for the Plexal guys. I had to retire my Plexal (Bangkok) rucksack due to the stitching on the straps threatening to give way. Took this before binning it, with a nostalgic tear in the eye.
Tyne tunnel opening - the actual moment when traffic first went through..
..my bit is the grey computer screen, second from left.
Lyn's hand a blur as she wows the crowd. Roger looks on, amazed.
Went for a nice bike ride yesterday on the old road iron. Doesn't look much does it? Ah well, it gets the job done. Note the lugggage rack - I now ride to work once a week.In other news, I'm spending a lot of time in Newcastle doing bits and bobs on "My" tunnel. Night work, most of it. Ah well, it pays the mortgage. Wifey gets the evenings to herself, and needs them - the end of her degree is looming. Blimey, she won't know what to do with herself after this summer.
I've been busy transposing my vinyl records to mp3. Expect some extra-cheesy music on here soon. It's a long process because I bought the cheapest USB turntable, which came with the most awful software. I have to record manually, telling the system where the gaps in the tracks are, and typing in the artist, album name and track name. However, it's a labour of love, and the obvious short-cut ("Why don't you just download them all from Pirate Bay?") didn't even get a look-in.
More soon (yeah, right.)
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