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My oh my, doesn’t time fly

Wowsers!

On Friday, someone at my new job asked me whether I had a blog. Well, I replied, I have a few but I don’t update them often enough. When I came on to this one I realised how true that was so I really REALLY am going to make more of an effort to do blogging. Honest I will.

So, what have I been up to and what’s been good?

I went to see Submarine, written and directed by Richard Ayoade who I’m a bit of a fan of. What a refreshingly lovely, very ‘British’ film full of poignant humour and sweet surreal moments. I even liked Alex Turner’s soundtracking. Here’s a trailer:

I went to the Pick Me Up exhibition at Somerset House, a veritable visual feast from graphic artists around the globe with a bias towards the UK (and especially London-based artists). It was an inspiring and thought-provoking afternoon and I especially loved Anthony Burrill’s workshop room, complete with a DJ spinning some Jean Michel Jarre, and I even purchased a print from the Conrete Hermit shop. I’ll take a photo of it once it’s framed and up on my wall.

I went to see Interpol, naturally, last week at Shepherd’s Bush Empire. They played The Specialist, my favourite ever song which I’ve never seen them play live before. Some clever person filmed it and popped it on YouTube:

Whilst I don’t generally agree with people doing this at gigs (mainly as they out their cameras in my way so I can’t see), I’ll let them off just this once. They also dropped The New and NYC. No Stella or Roland though… but I still love them.

I’ve also recently had a little trip to NYC. We stayed in the lovely West Village, spent our time eating incredible food, wandering round lovely neighbourhoods and found some time to explore MoMA which I’d recommend to anyone who won’t find tourists exploring the museum via the art of taking iPhone photographs of EVERYTHING. Sometimes, technology really does irritate me. There was a cool little Andy Warhol video exhibition hidden away at the top – go see it if you’re there and it’s still on.

Next on my little list of ‘to dos’ is the next Secret Cinema – I’ve been to three now and they just get better and better each time. I also quite fancy checking out the Designs of the Year exhibition over at the Design Museum and Gabriel Orozco at Tate Modern.

That is all for now. Tally ho!


Woah, it’s been almost a year

My oh my, doesn’t time fly?

It seems like I have been neglecting Stella Was A Diver for so long now that almost a year has passed since my last post.

Bad me.

That’s what a new job will do to you. But, seeing as I am still getting traffic, I shall endeavour to get back into blogging. Poke me if I don’t do a very good job please.

Back to the old style of things, here’s a few interesting things I’ve been doing in the last few weeks…

I went to see the fab little French stop motion animation film called A Town Called Panic a couple of weeks back at my all-time favourite cinema Screen on the Green (it has sofas and they bring you wine to your seat, what’s not to love?). Trailer below:

Essentially a feature-length Cravendale advert written by someone with an over-active imagination and short attention span, this is a fab little oddball of a film.

When I was invited to go to Museum of Everything two weekends ago I was super excited. Tucked away on a back street near Primrose Hill, this place is a veritable rabbit warren of interesting things curated by Sir Peter Blake. Think Victorian fairground paraphernalia and freak show memorabilia, and a hodge-podge of children’s toys rubbing shoulders with an incredible taxidermy collection from Walter Potter’s Museum of Curiosity. Go see whilst it’s still there, if only for the boxing rats.

If you ever has the pleasure of visiting La Clique during their London residency then you’re pretty much there with La Soiree. In a temporary, wooden, saloon-styled big top on the South Bank I enjoyed a night of comedy and cabaret from the weird and the wonderful – think contortionists, hula hooping and leftfield comedy with a sprinkle of vaudeville, a touch of naughtiness and a generous helping of humour. Check it out here.

On a musical tip, it’s been a bit quiet on the gig-going front of late, though I did manage to catch Crystal Castles at the Roundhouse. On a Friday night and with a relatively late start, the shouty electro-tinged duo got the entire venue dancing. An awesome start to the weekend. Tons of exciting gigs coming up in the next month or so including The National, Fujiya & Miyagi, Soulwax and my beloved Interpol. Oh, and my first ever ATP too.

I’ve also been eating some delicious food recently (note my ever-increasing stomach) at the likes of Hix Oyster & Chop House, Giant Robot, Moro and best-steak-ever at Gaucho. My tummy’s starting to rumble even as I type.

Finally, I feel I should mention The Social Network, given my line of work. When I heard that they were making “The Facebook film” I decided it would be terrible. When I saw the trailers and (albeit rather nicely designed) website I still wasn’t convinced. Even the through-the-roof Rotten Tomatoes ratings and raving reviews would not move my scepticism. Then one evening, my friend who works for an unnamed popular film magazine told me that it was actually really rather good and suprisingly quite funny. So I went to see it and I must eat my words as I actually quite enjoyed it. I am now mostly looking forward to the next social network themed film, Catfish – trailer below:

Anywho, I think I’ve rambled quite enough for one day now. There’s plenty I have forgotten and plenty more to come.

Methinks this blog could do with a design refresh. Any thoughts/assistance welcome…


Some musical minutes with me!

Very excited at buying many gig tickets this month (not Glasto, too much fear after 2007′s mudfest), so here’s some nice music vids from people I’m going to see in the forseeable future…

Yet more happy days to come. Anyone fancy 2ManyDJs/Soulwax in December…?


My Weekend…

some urban art in Bristol

…went a bit like this…

  1. Vodka party @ work, courtesy of 42 Below Vodka. Photos on FB. Messy.
  2. Prestige & Shelly. My new favourite transvestites.
  3. Slinky-than-thou hips and awesome light show @ Friendly Fires. Amazing.
  4. Train to Bristol. Sleepy.
  5. Japanese food, plum wine & karaoke. Awkward.
  6. Remembering being a student. Nostalgic.
  7. Food, cards & jumble sales @ Start The Bus. Perfect.
  8. Sleepy train home. Zzzzzzzz…

Things I did this weekend

chopsticksthe dark knight chicken the wrestler yeah yeah yeahs

With miniature reviews, almost like a post-event Twitter feed:

  1. Ate Japanese from Shiso. It was so-so.
  2. Watched The Dark Knight on DVD. It was as good as I remembered from the cinematic experience.
  3. Roasted a chicken. Ate it.
  4. Saw The Wrestler @ The Prince Charles. It depressed me a little.
  5. Went to see Yeah Yeah Yeah’s @ Shepherds Bush Empire.  They were amazing. Karen O was charismatic as ever. Nick Zinner was his usual incredible guitar wielding, effects pedal laden pixie-from-a-Tim-Burton-film self. There was lots of pretty stage confetti. They played Y Control and Bang. This pleased me.

That is all.


They might be terrible…

3D Glasses

…but pork face fronted dull MOR band Keane are doing something quite cool – namely a live gig from Abbey Road, streamed through the meganet on April 2nd. “Not that exciting” I hear you cry? It will be in 3D. Ooooh.

Read more at their website, if you can stomach it…


A nice way to spend a Sunday eve

Jeremy Warmsley + Stricken City: The Lock Tavern, London – 25/02/2009

A pink emu helped shelter the band from freak rain showers

A pink emu helped shelter the band from freak rain showers

Although Jeremy Warmsley was the official “headliner” for Sunday night’s Kicker Conspiracy show, I have decided to shun his a schitzophrenic mug for this rather pretty Stricken City one. Main reason? I think they deserve it more.

Each JW song is a segmented mish mash of genres, occasionally slipping into dull singer-songwriter territory with only the odd flash of brilliance to perk it up. More brilliance, less dullness and a bit of continuity would have secured Sir Warmsley photographic billing here.

Stricken City, on the other hand, are very much a well formed band without split personality tendancies (we think). Leading lady Rebekah Raa sheds her crutches to lead Stricken City into a short but marshamallow sweet set, with newbie ‘Pull The House Down’ a clear standout and somewhat predictably ending on recent acclaimed single ‘Lost Art’. Whilst tonight they don’t literally pull the house down, Stricken City should definitely be on everyone’s 2009 radar.

As the title suggests, a splendid way to spend a rainy Sunday eveing in January.


Still in love?

The Stills: Cargo, London – 25/11/08

Aren't we cute?!

Aren't we cute?!

NOSTALGIA ALERT!: Way back in my uni days, I stumbled across a little know Canadian band with whom I feel instantly in love with. I bought their first EP the day it was released, then the first album. I saw them multiple times, witnessed their first ever UK encore at Manchester’s Night & Day Cafe. I even met them (lovely guys!) whilst rummaging around beaten leather jackets and old Levi 501s at Reading Festival circa 2004. Then they released their second album. I hated it. I fell out of love.

Fast forward 4 years and, lo and behold, my old flames are back. And not only that, they are playing a gig a mere stones throw from my place of work. So I buy tickets and take my old uni housemate along for kicks.

THE ACTUAL REVIEW: So, how do my long lost loves compare to those early days? As I walk into Cargo my heart lifts. There they are, hanging out in the bar! On to the gig and as the first song kicks in my heart sinks. I hate it. I am also completely unconvinced by the band’s apparent attempt to be more rock ‘n’ roll, swearing, thrashy guitars and the like. It seems contrived. They are just too sweet and endearing to pull it off. Luckily, by song number three (Panic) I am starting to be convinced. By the epic drums of song four (name unknown – sorry guys!) I am hooked once again. Stand outs include Roobios, Still In Love Song and Hands On Fire and the only low point is Destroyer, the song that turned me off in the first place.

So, am I still in love with the Stills? Most definitely.


Fried my little brains

The Kills + XX Teens: Astoria, London  – 20/11/08

"What are you looking at, little man?"

"What are you looking at, little man?"

I am not entirely sure tonight’s crowd really get the precocious XX Teens. “He’s wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At a gig. What a nob!” cries my gig pal. Uncultured (read: non-Shoreditch loving) friends and nonchalant (of course they are, this is a Kills gig after all) crowd aside, I get what they are doing and I like it.

On to the mian event, and VV and Hotel (or Alison and Jamie, The Beautiful Fashionista and Mr Kate Moss,  whatever they are calling themsleves these days…) appear on stage to rapturous applause. And in a very non-Kills manner, they look excited, genuinely pleased to be on stage. What is going on? What has happened to the indifferent, coolkid Kills of yore? No matter, though, as they are on top form as they storm through a set made up of songs from all three studio albums and a newbie to boot.

So, depite the snap happy plump, highlighted posh blonde girls (you know the type) getting all teary eyed over spying La Moss on the balcony and a rather large cretinous man picking a fight with an unsuspecting girl infront of us, The Kills have proved they are more than two hipsters with a guitar and drum machine. And, at last, they appear to be enjoying it!


Bendable, poseable

Hot Chip: Brixton Academy – 06/11/08

The band weren't impressed by the contents of the giant Christmas cracker

The band weren't impressed by the contents of the giant christmas cracker

Hot Chip remind me of one thing and one thing only; thousands of smiling people in full fancy dress on a sun-strewn afternoon at Bestival 2006. And then again in 2007.

Perhaps, then, it was karma warning me when, in 2008, their set (although one of the highlights of the festival) was preceded by a particularly heavy downpour, the audience a crowd of mud-covered revellers in a sea of umbrellas and wellies. And right before THAT fateful Amy Winehouse set.

A few months later and I am mid-fight with a particularly rude man at Brixton Academy’s bar, the strains of the I’m-so-ironic-I’m-past-irony Max Tundra in the background. Karma, round two. And so, on to Hot Chip. Now, as much as I love their pretentious yet accessible electropop, for me, the confines of a large and darkened venue just does not suit them. Where is the sunshine? The outdoor space? Then general good feelings of a festival and party atmosphere? Whilst the more upbeat and known songs get them through, the slower numbers just fall a bit, well, flat and the audience start to look a little uninterested.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love Hot Chip. I just need to keep them in my happy place – sunshiney festivals. Roll on summer 2009 where I have no doubt they will be a Bestival headliner.


You’ve got a nerve

The Walkmen: ULU, London – 29/10/08

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The boys thought a red scarf would be 'fun' for their image

I am happy to say that I can still tick the 18-24 age box. Well, just. Tonight’s gig audience, however, is mainly made up of members from the next age bracket, indicating that The Walkmen are an acquired, more distinguished musical taste, and after being around for 8 years they are a bit ‘before our time’ for the youthful musical denizens of the UK today.

Whilst all over London town, the nu-indie kids are going crazy to newbie obnoxious bands, The Walkmen prove that they still have it. With a veritable feast of filmic references – horns straight out of a dusty, Deep South Tarantino shoot out and great clunking pianos from a Tim Burton fairground – mixed with Hamilton Leithauser’s (what a name for a front man!) gravelly, emotive vocals and the alternating tempos, The Walkmen come across as wizened but fresh, with a lust for performing live.

A well-deserved encore ends on high with the lullaby-esque Louisiana, the perfect way to send off the slightly ageing but very contented crowd into the falling snow outside…


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