With the idea of putting a bit more mass on my skinny frame, I've been taking a weekly circuits class over at the nearby naval base. Nothing luxurious here folks - I'm talking equipment circa WWII and lots of naval dudes admiring their tattoos (oh yes, there are anchors!) and biceps in the mirror.
One can't help but get the impression that they do, in fact, want you as a new recruit.
But these able seamen take their classes seriously, so no going through the motions on this circuit. So when the second day syndrome kicks in, you certainly feel it.
Which is all a long way of saying I wasn't feeling particularly up to this gig by the time I got home from work. But it's amazing what a few pints and the rock can do to alleviate pain.
SFA have been doing their thing, seemingly always just under the mainstream radar, since the Brit Pop days and are still putting out quality tunes. I always dig their live shows - always effortlessly and unpretentiously quirky and fun.
A taste of their more recent material below:
Update: a great review from one of Fi's mates can be seen here. Couldn't agree more.
Pollok Park that is. What more can you ask for - forest, old stuff, coos. I guess others agree as it has now won Britain's Best Park 2007. Choke on that Hyde Park!
Hmmm, looks a bit cheesy to me. And straight to DVD which never used to be a good thing, but I suppose that is where the money is at these days. And I know I'm going to have to see it regardless!
I'm a few weeks back from a short but sweet trip to Canada where the main event was the Chaiton-Murray wedding which turned out to be a particularly brilliant party.
But one unexpected consequence of making this trip would be that I would miss two shows I would have never otherwise missed. Seems as though some of Canada's indie rock royalty decided to descend upon Glasgow over the course of only a few weeks, so I ended up missing Feist at Oran Mor (which according to the review was stunning) and my beloved Stars at King Tuts.
Luckily we managed to catch Broken Social Scene who are on the road as a relatively reduced 6-piece touring the Kevin Drew solo album (but still playing the BSS classics). Excellent as you would expect. And who was there on guitar duties? None other than Bill Priddle who was in Treble Charger back in the mid-90's. Not doubt I was the only one in the room who would have known or cared about that, but my inner 18-year old self was well impressed. A little classic TC anybody?
Easily the best night you could ever ask for on a Monday!
So it's been six months since my last post. Blogging seems a bit out-of-date these days what with the rise of social networking sites (I'm looking at you Facebook) but hey. Sometimes it's nice to do more than tag photos and try to add "friends".
But where to begin? It's been a pretty eventful time since April and all, but why not focus on the here and now. For example, my commute to work this morning. I've been in my fair share of traffic jams since embarking on my daily cross-country journey, but today's jam had the most bizarre explanation thus far.
Now, I normally hate roadside gawkers, but I can safely say I was one of them today.
The guidebook introduced this route by saying "it is not so much a walk as a challenge". Robbie and I tend not to take these things too seriously as the books have to take into account walkers of all levels, but by the end we admitted that was the perfect intro after all.
For starters there were two rivers to cross. The first crossing resulted in my lower half getting soaked. The second was this - no room for false steps or it was down a waterfall!
After a forest walk and the hopping of a deer fence or two, we had our first proper view of the two main peaks we'd be climbing, Stob Binnein (1165m) on the left and Ben More (1174m) on the right.
It had been warm lately, but lots of snow still on the hills. And much more to come as we'd discover. There aren't proper paths as such, so it was a lot of scrambling and looking for a ways to go up. After several hours of this, and after climbing Stob Coire an Lochain, the way up to Stob Binnein became quite clear.
And then the first peak, Stob Binnein - which was absolutely covered in the white stuff. Felt more like the Alps than a Scottish hill in March.
From this angle I was a bit nervous - if it was going to be this snowy at this altitude, it would be tough going what with having to avoid snow filled holes and the like. Luckily we found that the other side was relatively snow free so the climb up Ben More would be a bit more managable.
And finally to the top of Ben More! It felt great, but we were exhausted. And now we had to get back down through the snow, and it was a bit later than we'd hoped at this point.
And sure enough, the decsent was tough going. The snow patches were basically ice on this side, and it was hard to keep yur footing. In the end, once we determined that we could steer, we got on our asses and slid down the icy patches. Scary but exciting as hell!
As you can imagine, as the sun went down it got pretty damn cold. And we did slightly lose our way near the end which resulted in us following the old advice - if you get lost, find a river and follow it out. Which is exactly what we did and it worked. So came out sore, wind-beaten and soaked, but definitely the best hillwalk yet.
Check out this track by Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius called "Thou Shalt Always Kill". Brilliant observational lyrics and catchy track too. More than a few Britishisms to confuse the Canucks though...
One of the morning DJs put it best last week when he said there is something incredibly comforting about Travis being back.
Last night we caught one of their warm-up shows before the new album release and UK tour. Crowd was excellent, sound was great and the band seemed to be really enjoying themselves. Wee Fran and co. just come off as really likeable folk. Travis have been accused of putting out music that is a bit twee, but their live show is full of energy and quite frankly properly rocks.
They previewed several new songs which all sound really promising. Check out the first single "Closer".
It's been pretty hit and miss so far this year. And while I wouldn't say there have been a lot of "misses", there have been a lot of underwhelming shows that have bordered on disappointing. And sometimes - well, Sloan put it best: "It's not the band I hate, it's their fans".
Case in point - The Fratellis. Nice little album, fun band. But they seem to be a beacon for every lager idiot in this country. It's almost like the show is just a place to get pissed and be annoying before hitting the clubs. I've bitched about this one before, but what is the deal with buying a plastic pint, finishing half of it, and then launching it into the crowd? And since I'm taller than most, my head seems to be a nice target. I'm just grateful that so far everytime I've been hit it has been cold liquid that I get covered with - if it is ever warm, I'm swearing off gigs for life.
But before I'm accused of getting too old for this (the thought did cross my mind), there was the Rifles gig at the Garage. Still guitar based music, same kind of musical demographic, but folk were there for the music. No flying pints, no slamming into people for the sake of it. And with the band on fine form, this was one of the best gigs so far this year.
Bloc Party put on a nice little show - their drummer has got to be one of the best in the business - but we didn't manage to get tickets to the Glasgow show so had to go to Edinburgh. It doesn't seem far away on the weekend, but getting home to Glasgow on a school night is a nightmare so that by the time you get home you wonder why you bothered.
I've got mixed emotions about the Killers. I still think they released the song of 2006 (Bones), but they do take themselves far too seriously. A show at the SECC is already a bad start, but the band seemed to just go through the motions. It all sounded and looked nice enough, but reeked of "corporate rock show" that rehearsed to death. I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier?
Madviolet - they can harmonise like nobody else, and they're still gorgeous.
Guillemots - they've got some great songs, but they've also got some overblown artsy rubbish. A bit too much of the latter.
Junior Boys - gorgeously produced last album, but their electronic thing just doesn't work live.
So far, the best gig this year has to be from Newmarket, Ontario's own Tokyo Police Club. Nice n' Sleazy's was jam packed, the crowd was up for it, and the band was brilliant. Each song a 2-minute gem, and driven by some great bass lines. Couldn't help but notice that I was probably the only one there who would have to get up and go to work in the morning though!
But these able seamen take their classes seriously, so no going through the motions on this circuit. So when the second day syndrome kicks in, you certainly feel it.
