Balls to everything

I have gone and illegally downloaded the reggae version of OK Computer. It’s alright. I’m sitting here now having a spliff and an egg and bacon sarnie and I’ve come to the conclusion that some radiohead songs lend themselves to reggae a lot better then others. Karma Police, for instance, is pretty ace, with a nice slow grove and it doesn’t sound like a blander version of the Radiohead version, which is what the first few tracks on the album sound like.

That, and the Trojan reggae albums I’ve been downloading (i’m trying to turn myself into the complete stoner stereotype by 2008, you see) aside, music is pretty much shit at the moment. Having listened to the Klaxons album, I was left in no uncertain terms with the feeling that I had been cheated, not only by the NME who I get so used to hyping up bands now I hardly register it, but several credible music fans of me who convinced me that the aural raping I just received was worth it. If it had been ignored, it could have been passable, but because of the amount of hype it’s a travesty of an album, it sounds like Franz Ferdinand recorded a new punk concept album and somebody said ‘hey, why don’t we stick in a few rave clichés to get in the kids?’

Life is pretty standard at the moment. Went down the Hyde park pub last night and got a bit drunk with my mate Spider, he’s a punk from Finland. Some annoying twat saw spider had his guitar and started berating him to let him do a couple of songs ‘tell ya what, I’ll play wonderwall, bet you love that, everyone does.’ people like that really take the piss.

It’s half three, and I can already feel myself pawning off the rest of the day as an excuse to get stoned in my dressing gown. I’ve just handed in the first chapter of my disseration two days earlier then I thought I would, and I’ve got a nice playlist going and plenty of weed, so I might just chalk it up as a loss. I thought I smoke a lot of weed, to the point where I was sure I had a drugs problem, and was on the verge of chucking it in untill I spoke to some smackhead who told me he was shooting about 40 quid a day, and that was about average for him and hsi friends. Crazy bastards, I spend about 50 quid a week on weed (though I spend about 90-100 quid a week excluding bills and rent and stuff which is pretty meager according to some of my student friends) and that gets me through more then nicely. I still get a bit weird about it, and then I remember that 50 quid is a good night out at best. So yeah, here goes the rest of the day.

~ by mcjeff on February 20, 2007.