Giant Oreo Cookie Cake
(via thedailywhat)
I am slightly overwhelmed by the fact that it’s there. Is that a bit sad?
My bro Ollie, hella writing about a song all up on the best British music blog. Ever.
Nope, my boi Simon (who is putting the gig on and is in the amazing Ace Bushy Striptease) basically came up with that on his own, though he is no doubt aware of my fondness for the phrase “postpop”.
My band, my band, my band is playing a show. We form the link between the proper hardcore opening and the twee pop headliners. I am pretty excited.
LookiMakeMusic: Now on a stage! Soon!
And on further reading, this seems to be a bit “Hey, want to try for mainstream success and then just sort of be obscure and loved by a few people?”. It’s appealing to a very pre-Pitchfork mindset. SO BASICALLY, NEVERMIND.
We just had a very good band practice. I am starting to QUITE like this band I am in. I am now a lot less worried about our first gig being a month way. Breathe////Easy.
On a totally unrelated note, people who don’t like any Joy Division songs can fuck right off. I’m not saying they’re the best band ever or that you have to LOVE them but - Seriously? Not ONE? Idiot.
The band I am in might be doing their/our/my first ever gig on December 4th.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH etc
With my nude, floral-painted body pressed firmly against the wall, I could only stand still and hope that it would blend seamlessly with the floral wallpaper, hiding me completely.
“She can’t divorce me if she can’t see me,” I thought.