A little bit of catching up on a Saturday afternoon. My sister’s been round, and it’s the Cup Final tomorrow, and I sorta feel as if despite everything I wrote last weekend I’d rather just stay home tonight, and cook something, and watch some DVDs. The thing is, I’m not sure what to cook (although I’d like to make a pie for dessert since it’s 3/14 for our American cousins today). I’m bored of the same old stuff, but the cardinal rules of food tend to limit me referring to friends or recipe books for suggestions.
I’m struggling to make sense of this Hold Steady mini-tour. I think the closest they’re playing to us is Leeds, but it’s on a week night which means synchronising days off and thinking of travel and tickets and hotels. I’ve spent far too much money recently, and May’s shaping up to be a pretty busy month, so Stringer’s told me not to even think about it.
At least there’s a new trailer for that forthcoming documentary to tide me over, eh?
Anyway, our tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in Dublin arrived, and have taken pride of place on the pinboard in our kitchen. I realise I have yet to mention the Hangin’ Out On E-Street series, featuring video interviews and cover versions from a few artists you might have heard of, but with Tegan and Sara’s contribution just posted now’s as good a time as any.
And Hooverville is a new site focusing on “old music” in and around Glasgow, from the same mad bastards behind Crooked Rain.
We went to see Watchmen last night. No point in a review since it’s not my demographic, but it’s one of Stringer’s favourite books and he was spitting tacks all the way home (ETA: and later, on his blog). I really liked the first half – it was pretty and had good music and plenty of gratuitous violence – but if I expand my usual “zen samurai shit” to “big blue zen samurai shit flying around on Mars” you’ll understand, right?
Gutted you can’t make the Hold Steady gig.. The chances of your favorite playing that close to me on my birthday is pretty slim.. I wish there was some way you could make it..
I’ve got my ticket, and I made Paul pick some up too, so I’ll be in good company, but still..
Ach, it’s probably just as well, you should see the nick of me and Stringer down the front at a Hold Steady show. You’ll have a better time!
They’re opening for Counting Crows in Glasgow on 10th May, the main act you can duck out from and go do something cheerful if you wish.
Ack, that was me. Stupid brain!
*shakes fist at cheeky blog* Cheers Greg, I know but it’s £35 a ticket so we’d be as well going to Leeds! Well, almost…
As your American cousin, I will admit to feeling like a twit when I read “feel like making pie because it’s 3/14″ because I couldn’t catch the significant for the life of me. I almost googled the date to see if it was an obscure holiday I didn’t know about. And then, duh, I read it again and giggled myself silly. Seems as good an excuse as any to eat dessert, so thanks for that.
In other news, are the Hold Steady fucking kidding me? First of all, no stops even remotely close to Nashville. (Obviously they’re punishing me for not seeing them in October.) Secondly, opening for fucking Dave Matthews Band in Cincinnati on a fucking Tuesday night in June. Seriously. I don’t know whether to be mad about that pairing or not (after all, Pete Yorn opened for DMB the last time I saw them, and I wasn’t complaining then). They couldn’t have had the show on a Saturday? UGH UGH UGH. Lame. I really hope we have better luck in September.
I am, of course, terribly biased, but I don’t see how the Hold Steady can open for anyone. Surely the purpose of an opener is to warm the crowd up for the main act – but who can follow the Hold Steady?!
right, i obviously must be thick because haven’t got a jar of glue what the relevance or indeed meaning of 3/14 is. please put me out of my misery
3.14 as in Pi… it’s just a silly pun, but a silly pun that can be taken to involve baked goods.
if, by “zen samurai shit” you mean “penis”…why you gotta hate on male genitalia?
Because I am a prude. And also, a Celtic-supporting bigot who doesn’t like the colour blue