under the weather

What is it with Britain that we all spend the dark months waiting for summer, carefully crafting 'come on summer' lines on our MySpace’s, finding summery pictures just to cheer ourselves up, and then after all that waiting and expecting when it all comes down to it our 'summer months' are spent as knee deep in water as the rest of the time. And what's worse is the endless swimwear adverts strewn throughout the high street, making us feel a bit shy about stripping down to anything smaller than a tunic. That is, of course, if the great power in the sky turns off the taps long enough for there to be any point in swimming; these days you don't need a pool to get soaking wet.

And when nature isn’t emptying the Atlantic Ocean above our heads, we’re hit by winds that could quite literally blow you over. Now don’t take this the wrong way, I love mother nature and I know us and our food need water but seriously, there’s watering the flaming plants and drowning them! No wonder there are deserts, all the rains coming to Britain for a lovely seaside holiday instead.

Another thing I can think to moan about that’s related to the weather is umbrellas, AKA my arch nemesis. One time I actually managed to cut my hand open with one of these ridiculous contraptions. It isn’t the normal brollies I hate, no, but the new-fangled fold up ones. Yes, they are useful, and you can fit them in your bag but they break within about 5 seconds of being outside. The only other alternative is a coat. If anyone knows where I can get a nice, waterproof coat that doesn’t belong in the bin, email me.

recording, recording

Slow Club in-store at Resident!

I must admit that when my friend and I first went in at about quarter to 5, Resident was the busiest I’d ever seen it. I felt a little rude for coming into resident with absolutely no intention of buying anything, not even taking one of the many free mags at the front since I have them all already, so I resorted to looking at Artrocker, and then scanning the shelves near me for any good cds, aka cds of bands I’ve heard of. after recommending cookies by the 1990s, and telling my friend how it's written mainly about girls and drugs but is still very good, I give up on looking occupied and just eye up the rather fancy camera the woman next to me is wielding. And finally, out come Charles and Rebecca, collectively Slow Club and they immediately kick off into 'Let's Fall Back In Love', the title track of their new E.P., released 1st September on the 'ever reliable' Moshi Moshi record label. Charles strums along the lovely guitar riffs we know slow club for on a rather battered but all the more charming for it acoustic guitar and Rebecca improvises with their lack of a percussion section by clapping and stamping with surprising vigour; I wouldn't like to be resident's floorboards! They play a couple old favourites, including one of my own special favourites, 'When I Go', and introduce some new songs. Isn’t it impressive how they manage to remember all these songs?! And not only do they remember endless lyrics, along with the guitar music (I noticed Charles didn't even look at the guitar while playing, even more impressive), but they always manage to sing in time with each other. The conclusion? A pair of musicians who love what they do, and practise a lot! I seriously recommend you have a look at their E.P., and you should definitely jump at every opportunity to see them live!

NO FEAR

where there is a will, there is a way, and i have a will! supra boring, thou shalt not stop being printed! the solution: black and white! okay, so the new editions won't be as snazzy and great as the past issues, but beggars can't be choosers!

so watch out for the new (black and white) look of supra boring, coming to a store near you!
(that's if you live in the north laines, brighton of course)


but don't fear, this blog will go on
afterall, the show must go on