So here I am. Once again. Writing this blog. Today is a Wednesday, so I’ve been to my work experience. Edited more videos, particularly one named LAMPS. Who knew you could create a half an hour video, on types… of… lamps? It was less amusing than watching which was faster – grass growing or paint drying. Either way, I had a good day, fuelled with chocolate caramel shortbread and the antics of the office.
Two things I have recently realised – I have no happy music, and I can be out smarted by the tiniest antifan. Now, first view of this statement, I assume you are thinking, what on earth. But please, let me explain. Currently, I am trying to find music to cheer a close friend up, and scanning through my media player – I can find nothing, other than some terrible R n B, and the occasional optimistic song. Clearly, this isn’t good, right? You’d think, just because my name is in ‘that’ word, it would be the right word to describe me? Wrong.
Now for that second part of the statement. My first blog, says I love Radiohead. And apparently I wrote it wrong? This person shall be given the alias of Blonde, who was a previous Reading attendant, who probably didn’t even see Radiohead? I fear this rant is going to go on for some time, so I might stop… nah… I wasn’t very bothered about Reading other than Radiohead, Deftones, Placebo (seeing them in less than a month anyway…) and the odd band. But every year, the BBC have the responsibility to televise, IN FULL, the main acts on the main stage. Yes, we saw that from Arctic Monkeys, whose Nick Cave cover was very impressive, as well as majority of their set. We got the full set from Kings Of Leon, who were being arrogant prats as per usual. And then Radiohead. I waited eagerly for the night to arrive, and out of the 27 (?) tracks played on the night, 9 were broadcasted.
Now, c’mon. That’s absolutely ridiculous. I think I speak for all Radiohead fans when I say, what the bloody hell.
I felt like I’ve let off alot of steam after that. Now I think I’ll just listen to my Burial & Four Tet in peace, whilst constructing my next Manor setlist. Good night.
PS: I do apologise for no music review this time, but I used most of my energy on ranting. It’s taken alot out of me. PSS: I hope the alias is recognisable to that someone. PSSS: Grrr.