The song I am most looking forward to this evening. This and End Of A Century. And Badhead. And For Tomorrow. And all the other ones. ‘Cited! *little wee*
I’m with you Belinda, I though Lady Gaga was way good. She’s crazy talented. And, I have never seen anyone play a piano in that position but if I ever take it up I am definitely going to.
I may have mentioned before that I love Mark Kermode. Believe me when I say that your life will be seriously enriched if you subscribe to his weekly film review podcast. I don’t usually agree with him on horrors or on rom-coms but I respect his opinion on film more than any other person in the world and the podcast is seriously entertaining and funny and ace.
A couple of weeks back I fell in love with him a little bit more when he told the tale of his stag night in the context of reviewing ‘The Hangover’. He went to watch the 70mm print of the Exorcist in the cinema on his own and then went home for an early night. What a dude. He says “I don’t like parties and I don’t like people and I don’t like hangovers.” He is brilliant.
This is a feature written by Stephen Wells for the Philadelphia Weekly in 2006 when he first got diagnosed with cancer. It’s very funny and also horrific. It’s 10 pages, which I know is a bit long for internet, but you can do it.
It’s also worth reading his final article for the same paper, which is much shorter but contains (a) a spectacularly apt final line, given one of the other famous deaths on June 25th 09, and (b) comments on the article from almost every NME journalist of note from the last 30 years. And Conor McNicholas (ba-dum tish).
Anyway, very sad. I hadn’t realised he was ill. Cancer sounds really fucking horrible.
I'm hannah. I live in London Village. I like the internets and maths and music and movies and nature and running and the colour grey and the letter H. This here is a collection of sequential gubbins from my mind and the interweb.
