Nero has soft jazz, 'Bucks have Jeff

I was in HMV today - yeah, unusual, I know - and I saw this kid who could only have been 10 at the most, he was about 4 foot nothing with this huge mop of curly blonde hair and he excitedly grabbed a Megadeath boxset from the metal section and proceeded to tell his mum how "Megadeath rule." Surely I can't be the only one who finds it weird for kids so young to be browsing the metal section? I only know two things about said band, one that they were on the Last Action Hero (hugely underrated film) soundtrack and that the singer was in Metallica. Oh, and they really don't rule, sorry kid.

As much as I hate the idea of record stores vanishing I still hunt more online for cd's simply because of the range of choice and lower prices - I still buy CD's not digital, I like to have something tangible. Thanks to another price cut at my usual source I've been able to get hold of Thurston Moore's first solo outing and the Youth's Sonic Nurse (usually £16 even at Play) for a fiver a piece. Bonus.

In an effort to reduce the amount of my life that's still in storage I recently removed a few boxes of stuff from the storage depot and one of the boxes was full of cassettes that I'd made, the good ol' mix tapes. Now, bearing in mind that I've had a CD player in my car for the last 4 years these tapes go back a way. It's strange to listen to them and be surprised as each track arrives and you think "Jesus, what was I thinking putting this on here." The amusement of finding Teenage Kicks following All My Life. I don't think I'd heard a single Sonic Youth song back then.

Now, it may be strange but I find the music in the background important when drinking a coffee. Starbucks in Ashford isn't usually the best place and Nero's tends to be soft jazz, no bad thing. Yet. Starbucks in Lakeside the other day were playing the new Rilo Kiley album and the Canterbury branch on my visit last week were playing Jeff Buckley. Not Grace either, the even less likely Sketches for My Sweetheart The Drunk. Perfect music for sippin the GB latte.

There's not a lot going on this week aside from my ever growing loathing of work. Not my job, just working and sacrificing my time to do so. I need to find that magic Get Out Of Jail Free card.

I sat and watched Eddie Murphy's Raw last night and spent a lot of time trying to stop from covering my pants with urine. Always made me laugh but on seeing the sketch below I wondered two things: has Paul McCartney seen this lately and how many divorces and payouts has Eddie had now? How times change, from Raw and 48 Hours to... The Klumps and Daddy Day Care.


Whilst browsing youtube for vids of Jeff Buckley (all embedding disabled but look up Everybody Here Wants You for a great song) and the above EM clip I was surprised to find a fair few Last Days of April videos including the one at the end. One of my favourite bands who I urge people to listen to. In the meantime I'm struggling not to turn this blog into a forum for my own bad observational comedy having recently bought and almost consumed Seasons 1,2 & 3 of Seinfeld. Perfect television show. That reminds me, can't wait for the next Californication.



Bon Soir