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Redjetson demonstrated the ideal application for the electric guitar at the Adelphi on Tuesday. I saw them there last year when they played with Youthmovie Soundtrack Strategies and were brilliant. They were astoundingly good considering the poor scope that the PA offers down De Grey Street and certainly provided considerable fuel for the debate on how many guitars any band can use to genuinely good effect.

They were dulcet to raging and the guitarist with the moustache (I remember the moustache from their previous appearance) has clearly perfected the ringing, chiming Telecaster tone saturated with reverb (...how close to perfection did Leo get in 1950, for the instrument to be used virtually unchanged and unsurpassed in 2005?). I would recommend them to many more people live than I would on record. Live they are simly glorious, though I guess that with the right hi fi and understanding neighbours, their first album is rather impressive too.

OK. Go and see Redjetson wherever they are next. And buy New General Catalogue. Or a Telecaster. Right, I'm just going to publish this now.

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wallpaper II


OK. This weekend progress is starting to be apparent in the Small Room.



Using this


and maybe this,




but we are not sure yet because it might not go with the wallpaper that we have. I will have a look at it all tomorrow in daylight.

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takk



Monday morning could be far worse than this. As peaceful a drive as a 15 year old Golf with a Scorpion exhaust will allow (if only the commute was longer – sometimes). But the main reasons for feeling good about this particular Monday was the combination of autumnal sun, that allowed the sunroof to be opened and with warm feet, fresh morning air above and some music to start my day in one of the best possible ways. I should write more about driving - alone - to work. There have been some memorable moments in my car, travelling through morning traffic. It is a time of privacy, a moving cocoon of course, but in which I am free to mull whatever thoughts pass through this constantly stimulated and slowly waking brain. It is not like sitting alone on the sofa, where thoughts can drift off into nothingness and probably the Simpsons, but a far more involved form of just leafing through the mind, the catalogue of thoughts, partially triggered by the rolling vista from the drivers seat. And what better soundtrack on an early autumn morning than Sigur Ros?

Although the new album has had great reviews it is not my favourite of theirs (yet). There is no doubt that it is a good record. Their use of feedbacking, seemingly living tendrils of guitar created noise as a backbone for whole songs is enough for me and needless to say, there is a lot more to their music than that. But this morning it all just made me enjoy the fact that the sun was out and that life is good - even though it is Monday morning.



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about me

Weeks and months turn into years and who knows what surprises a new day will bring? As shelves fill with more songs, dust collects, memories accumulate and we pass through the lives of others, sometimes pausing, sometimes pulling up a chair, sometimes moving on. Thinking that tomorrow is going to be like yesterday. What do we know? I just like words and pictures, so why make excuses for collecting those either? But some things will never change, the sad songs will always be the best ones.

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