Sunday

I'm off now, so for an indefinite period of time you won't be hearing from me unfortunately (for some, at least) and I know its heartbreaking and that, but normal posting schedules will return soon.
Consider this the last day of term, where everyone goes a little bit mental and you watch Schindlers List in history because you know you can sit on the desks, text in the open and take that Dead-arm game a step to far and fling a chair across the room whilst Speilburg witters on to himself oblivious in the background.
See, I have to imagine what a normal school life is like, as mine was just, fucking bizarre, we had blokes dressed as women, canteen staff eating food from the floor, the Wombles of Wimbledon common come to critique us on our inability to pick up litter, barred windows, porta-cabins and that teacher that got just a bit too friendly with the pupils, and Edward, I shared a good portion of my school life with an Edward like no other, and this one wasn't some bent vampire chap, but I don't have time to go into that right now, you see.

Anyway, I better get going, for some reason I started writing this far too late and I'm up again soon, so enjoy these next few weeks, I'll leave you with a few songs to be getting on with and if you've not already I'd suggest having a read of the post before this one, I'll bring us all back some knocked-off spirits and cigarettes!
Cheers to everyone that's read my blog over the past few weeks, I'm honestly taken back at the number of people now, because it started as something I wrote to pass the time!

Here's:
For The Girl - The Fratellis (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHP6NqQme3E)
Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRtW1MAZ32M)
Dreaming Of You - The Coral (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRy8N1P1EUI)
Hate To Say I Told You So - The Hives (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCQ7VLoY7bQ)

And as an extra, cheeky electro treat of the week:
Zombie Nation - Kernkraft 400 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5LW07FTJbI )

Enjoy.
- Jac.

Forever

Tonight, I had a long chat with a friend of mine (who, I wont name, as I haven't asked his permission) and he explained to me that he would be content in just "getting by" and having the money to sustain an average lifestyle, to keep himself to himself and as he put it "not leave a mark when [he's] gone" and now for that I do not criticise him, I have a lot of respect for him and I empathise with a lot of what he says, at a time where more people then ever are out of work and watching their dreams go down the proverbial shitter, it seems that I've met a person that thinks realistically, by aiming to work and create enough income to support himself and maybe a family in good time, it show's that he understands the importance of assimilating himself in to society and not becoming a burden.

Now, It's a shame, because he's a great friend and I guess it saddens me to see him have such low aspirations, but it made me realise that we're two completely different people and like I said before, as long as you are happy and living the life you want, then I am completely behind you, sincerely. I, as you probably know if you read my blog on a regular basis, have a passion for music and my goal in life is to have a platform in which I can share both my love for music and my thoughts, I'm aiming very high and I don't think that I will stop until I reach those ideals, because, why should I, it's who I am as a person and in my eyes, if I don't have a body of work that I'm not proud of then I'm probably ashamed of it. Now I jokingly created a hypothetical situation in which the two of us lived our lives exactly according to our plans, I then said that if I ever got my own show, I'd ring him live on air and ask him how content he is, just like the Likely Lads, and it would be interesting to see how that pans out, genuinely.

I recently saw a short animation (http://vimeo.com/27582815) which I highly recommend watching if you have the facility and time, it shows a chap watch his life flash before his eyes, it really struck me as a viewer; watching his life grow from being exiting and colourful to becoming so boring and monotonous as he reached his 40's and settled for a dead end desk job and it made me think: Fuck that.

I couldn't wake up in the morning knowing I'm squandering my life, going to a job I hate to come home to a home that's not good enough and living my life in such a sub-par way. It's not for me. I personally believe that no matter what dream you have, you've got the choice to either follow it or die trying, I'm not even specifically talking in the literal sense anymore, never settle for anything less than your absolute ideal because you'll regret it eventually, you're only given about 80 years here if you're lucky, and that's sad really, for me at least.

I've gone off on another tangent again, I think this makes for a bit more compulsive reading though, it gives a bit of insight into me as a person and if the figures for the last personal piece were correct then it seems like you lot actually like this style of post for some reason!
That said, its frustratingly dark, but I like getting stuff like this off my chest, and if it helps people in any way then I know I've done good. It's not funny, not music oriented and a little bit selfish If I'm honest, but, not every post is a winner, ey!

Anyhow, lets cheer up, and end on a good note, we'll have a cheeky bit of the Libertines to send us off tonight, so here's (fittingly) What Became Of The Likely Lads!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGBlEo2NlsY&ob=av2e

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!

This post is out of schedual because tomorrow we're having the bonus bumper blog chaps come down and take the wheel for a week or two in my absence, so consider this to be my last "heavy" post for a while, but you better come back or I'll be sad, and you don't want that do you?

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I also changed the design of the site, I think it's better, let me know what you think by comment, direct message, twitter or however you choose.

Cheers for reading, GOODNIGHT.

See That Gut Lord Marching

Parklife. (Do, do, do, do doo doo)
All the people, so many people, all go hand in hand, hand in hand through there, s'parklife.
Now, don't get me wrong, as much as I love Damon Albarn and in the knowledge that I'm not of any real authority to criticise his talent, I can't help but notice that he's inconsistant as a musician, looking at his work with Blur, he's written some cracking songs (for example: Parklife, Song 2, Country House, Boys and Girls, Beetlebum to name but a few) then compare these classics with some of the better known Gorrillaz songs (Of which Albarn is now the vocalist and primary songwriter) such as Clint Eastwood, Revolving Doors, that leave me feeling empty inside; I'm not suggesting that Albarn has not put as much effort into writing these songs, but they don't feel as wholesome and crafted as his Blur work, as if they're too modern.
Now, I appreciate that the writing style and genre are completely different and I understand that the Gorrilaz are a "virtual band" where Albarn himself isn't "in the spotlight" as such, but it amazes me that these projects are both by the same chap, liccle Dicky Albarn; that said, Demon Days was multi award winning and sold ridiculously well, so I'm going to put it down to it being "not you, but me" and understand that artists move on, that said, the latest album was basically just an musical iPad promo...

Now I've written this, I realise that it's incredibly boring if you've never heard of Blur, sorry, I'll book my ideas up for this weekend, and I'll have a cracking bumper edition as I'm away for a few weeks, so you'll have plenty to be going on with.
An update from my personal life, tomorrow I'm starting my course in radio broadcasting with my intentions being to get my own slot and I'll keep you all abreast with how that goes, hopefully you'll be able to listen to my strange Boltonian accent, witicisms and music live at some point in the near future! (God help us all).

Anyway, thank's for reading tonight, I'll leave you with a treat:
One of my all time favourite songs:
Save It For The Bedroom by You Me At Six!

Ha, I'm sure we all have a lot better taste than that, here's Fuck Forever by Babyshambles:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbSbcXTp5hU

Deus Ex Machina

That is Latin, for an over used plot device that winds me up almost as much as the over use of the colours yellow and blue found on nearly every film cover, ever.
Anyway, theatrical nuisances out of the way, I figured I better share a few things with you:
I have a strange attraction to "the way things used to be" and in a way, I'm a little nostalgic, whilst many people have fond memories of Space Hoppers, Duran Duran and Denim, It struck me the other day that as a chap of 16 my frames of reference (in a nostalgic sense, at least) are completely different to those of say a person of 30 or 40 years old, now I am stating the obvious, obviously, but bear with me.
Last night I watched both series of Phoenix Nights, a show by Peter Kay that I'm sure many people from up north are familiar with and in a moment of clarity I realised how much I adore that period of time, anything from 1998 to around 2002, be it the music, the clothes or that strange overcast weather that never seemed to go away.
Sunny but bitter winter mornings, walking to primary school with my granddad, Grand Tourismo and Vice City on the Playstation 2, the last dregs of Oasis on the radio and the slope in the junior yard that meant we always played football on an angle (which I now blame for my lack of talent). Its moments of my childhood like those that I actually cherish and have such fond memories of, that I've never quite realised before now. I think this move into college, the idea that I'm starting an entire new chapter of my life that leaves me awestruck. This is not to say that I didn't enjoy secondary school, because the people I met, the people I no longer keep in touch with, I will never forget and I do have fond memories of my time at St James's to say the least, but it wasn't the same, school lost its innocence, its warmth.
I began to live my own life, and in doing so (making my own decisions, paying for my dinner, not walking out of school and into my Grandad's company) I think it (as an institution) didn't allow me to relish my time there, I just wanted to go, to get through the weeks and move on as quickly as possible, In hindsight I consider it a waste, I wouldn't go so far to say that "I'd love to go back" but I wish I hadn't flown through those years in such a hurry.

So if you take one thing from me tonight, maybe you yourself are moving up a year, moving on, going to college, university or just waking up tomorrow with no goal or sense of direction. It would be to slow down and appreciate everything and everyone in your life, its taken me about 5 years to realise that, and to the people I'm no longer in touch with, the people I've left behind: I'm sorry.
This sorta ends on a sombre tone, but I'm happy, I never intended this blog to get so self indulgent but I think you can learn a lot about me from this post, I'd like to hear feedback weather or not you enjoyed me opening up like this though, s'not often I do!

Anyway, lets cheer up, ey, we've all got a good few years left in us yet, and I think I'll leave you lot tonight with one of my favourite songs ever, and in a way I'm ashamed to admit it because of how much Oasis is overplayed now, but here's Supersonic by the brothers Gallagher:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p29MG7wn4F8

Sorry for any inconvenience...

Sunday comes around so fast now, and I'm aware that I normally blog on Sunday nights, but I'm far too tired to tonight and I have a decent anecdote and entry today, so I wouldn't want to disappoint by telling it in a lacklustre and half-arsed way;

So I propose to have it up tomorrow and it will exceed all expectations, I promise!

In order to distract you from the fact that I have no decent material this evening, you can have a bloody cracking song to listen to, so here's Ever Fallen In Love by The Buzzcocks.

Never mind the bollocks lads!
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPG6Ak5FASk)

She was into the stones, when I was into the roses.

So; since my last entry, shit has apparently gone down, I wont give my opinion because its roughly the same as the 60 million other briton's that are sat tut'ing at the debacle.
So what did we all get? I snatched myself a lovely size 6 Reebok Classic, its such a shame they only leave the one shoe out...
This is obviously in jest, I'm far too Indie to get involved, I mean, it was cool back in Tottenham but by the time it reached Clapham it was obviously ironic, what next, big rimmed glasses, espadrilles and a Bowie t-shirt? Jesus.
So trying to avoid the topic of the recent riots I feel I should give a little nod to the somewhat unreported world outside Clapham Junction and have a look at some of the headlines that have sailed under the radar this past week. Consider this the Hunt For Read October, or something equally as witty (...go on, you do better).
So lets take a trip to Sweden where one cheeky little chap tried to split the atom in his kitchen, but not without checking the legality of his actions first! As it turns out, yes, homebrew nuclear fission reactors are, apparently, illegal, and the young chap was left feeling a little silly. The police confiscated his nuclear materials and his computer and admitted he was better off sticking to books from now on.
(http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-14406766)
To be honest, no wonder we're just covering the riots, there's nothing else on, except the DFS sale, but that goes without saying really; my hour long investigation has proved fruitless, never the less, the swede's never fail to dissapoint and we can all have a hearty chuckle at a bemused füül. It is a shame half my city has been smashed to pieces but it gives us something to have a good moan about, and in the end we'll have a new Foot Asylum to show for it...
Great, anyway, thanks for reading again, you know the format by now, here's your song, listen to it with your ears, and your hands, if that is how you like to go about your business.

(I now know how to link to it, for your convenience)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHP6NqQme3E

A few things on my mind.

Bizarrely, I've written the opening paragraph to this blog entry about six times now and I'm becoming increasingly annoyed with my own incompetence and lack of imagination, this seems to me like the most creative way to open, so we'll crack on.
Firstly, I was shocked and if I'm completely honest, outraged to learn that apparently my blog has come under criticism for its distinct lack of full stops, yes, I am looking directly at you, you know who you are and given time you will learn to appreciate the plethora of other, and dare I say, greater methods of punctuating your work and in order to allow you to appreciate said devices I thought I should maybe list a few in order to tease your pallet.
Obviously my first port of call would naturally be, the Comma, because I don't like to be tied down when writing, learning to transform your writing from Simple, to compound, to complex sentences allows the writer to be more experimental and paint a greater picture. Abrupt ends box in free thinking individuals and forces the otherwise illustrative writer corporately into the button down, oxford cloth, suit and tie of the punctuation... species.
Then we have the semicolon, once again an overlooked and underemployed piece of punctuation that does its job perfectly well; maybe the sentence is too short to require a full stop but works on its own, yet additional information may be available, that is where the semicolon can come into play, and for that matter I adopted it as part of my name (by deedpoll, no less).
Now, I don't wish to continue that list, as it's already become tedious, but I hope it does provide insight into my views on your (yes, you.) harsh and unforgiving critique of my non-conformist writing style, I believe The Guardian labelled me "A maverick!" and my latest stage show "Absolutely spellbinding!" so I know I'm pushing the right buttons.

So, Obviously, this entry is in jest and a private joke between myself and the eager man-about-town to whom we shall now refer to as "Penciltonne"; I'm obviously not THAT much of a pompous prick and this entry was written entirely behind the guise of ignorance and self-satire and is not reflective of my other work.
As with all Blog entries, should you fail to meet the monthly repayments your home could be at risk of being repossessed. Typical 0.56% APR Finance is available and "the company" [Jac; Conglomerates inc.] holds no responsibility for personal loss and/or damage.

Thanks for reading this far; because if you did, it shows you genuinely enjoy... me?
Anyhow, tonights track is Fell in Love With A Girl by the White Stripes.
"I said it all before but it bears repeating OH."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIz4bG9ySBw

Wednesday; why?

I'm suddenly coming to the realisation that Wednesday is one of the worst days of the week, second to Sunday. But wait, jac; Don't critique the midweek without first stating a valid argument, fine, I will.

It seems to me as if Wednesday is the point of no return, a melancholy and dreary reminder of deadlines and a harsh truth jammed together in a hard to swallow pill (Far too much imagery there, but once again, I digress, I tend to sometimes). See, when one wakes up on a Monday, pry's open the eyelids (because, face it, no one gets enough sleep Sunday night) and jumps out of bed, you're safe in the knowledge that the week has just begun, you know that no matter what you have a week ahead of you, you have shit to do and being a responsible and productive member of society, you're going to do it weather you like it or not, you swallow.
Onto Tuesday, you've now established the tasks at hand and starting to tick them off, you've had that doctors appointment and outlined the forthcoming events, once again, Tuesday is another compulsory day and you've done it.
But then we stumble across Wednesday, the... problem child of the Gregorian Family, that little shit that has his cake, eats his cake and screams the place down for more cake. As I hinted before, Wednesday is just a reminder that you're only half way there, Thursday is comforting as you know the next day is Friday, and we all bloody love Fridays, I know a certain Rebecca especially does...
Maybe it's just me, but when I wake up, of a Wednesday morn, my bed seems a whole lot comfier and I'm a hell of a lot more liberal that snooze button of mine...

Just a thought, anyway, I think I've written enough for tonight, come back Sunday, I'll make some little scones, or even a malt loaf if you're that way inclined.
Tonight's song: Last Nite by The Strokes.
"On top of this, you ain't never gonna understand"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXaHy814cEA