Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Before the Music Dies
OK.
So before I have managed to watch the first film I downloaded, which I was so excited about, I downloaded a second one from the same site. "Before the Music Dies" is a documentary about the music business today in Amrica and is a fantastic watch.
This one I will heartily recommend to one and all! Has been referred to as "the most important film a music fan will ever see.". Not sure if I'm going quite that far. We have to factor in Spinal Tap, but certainly up there.
Trailer is on youtube....
....and main film itslef is available of the bside website at:-
http://www.bside.com/films/beforethemusicdies/
Peter
So before I have managed to watch the first film I downloaded, which I was so excited about, I downloaded a second one from the same site. "Before the Music Dies" is a documentary about the music business today in Amrica and is a fantastic watch.
This one I will heartily recommend to one and all! Has been referred to as "the most important film a music fan will ever see.". Not sure if I'm going quite that far. We have to factor in Spinal Tap, but certainly up there.
Trailer is on youtube....
....and main film itslef is available of the bside website at:-
http://www.bside.com/films/beforethemusicdies/
Peter
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Four Eyed Monsters
WHAT a fantastic idea. Full length movie on youtube as marketing tool. Not watched yet right enough so review to follow.
Peter
Peter
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Malinky
Hmmmm.....
Well that movie clip overlaps the links to the right SO will just have to add another post, to sort things out :-)
SO.....
Am listening to a Malinky album Last Leaves, from 2000, being Karine Polwarts old band. Is good, V, if occasionally a bit too heedrum hoddrum. My two fave tracks being a version of "The Bonny Lass o Fyvie" and one of her own songs "Whaur do ye lie".
A wee youtube link for you an all. Song I first heard Christie Moore do.
Peter
Well that movie clip overlaps the links to the right SO will just have to add another post, to sort things out :-)
SO.....
Am listening to a Malinky album Last Leaves, from 2000, being Karine Polwarts old band. Is good, V, if occasionally a bit too heedrum hoddrum. My two fave tracks being a version of "The Bonny Lass o Fyvie" and one of her own songs "Whaur do ye lie".
A wee youtube link for you an all. Song I first heard Christie Moore do.
Peter
Golden Compass
Or Northern Lights as we brits call it..
Looking top!! Really looking forward to it and may even re read the books, which I haven't done for years.
PMD
Oh. Lest we forget!
My Dæmon Rire
Looking top!! Really looking forward to it and may even re read the books, which I haven't done for years.
PMD
Oh. Lest we forget!
My Dæmon Rire
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Ireland - Part III
So.
I have somewhat failed to complete this comprehensive blog. So for my sake rather than anyone elses, the trip proceeded as follows:-
Mon June 25th a wee drive round the Antrim coast out of Belfast, round the antrim glens of same, culminating in an evening spent in a wee B&B in Ballintoy, the Ballintoy House.
Tues 26th, a drive round the Carrick a Rede rope bridge and the Giant's Causeway, then off for a night in Portrush stayin in the Abercorn Guesthouse. Walk the dog into the town, chip shop tea on the way, then an evenin spent in the Harnour Bar, then back to the B&B.
Wed 27th we're off to Donnegal on a wee ferry, and up to the Inishowen peninsula, and a stay at Malin head, and a night in the Druim Doo (www.druimdoo.com) B&B where owners Terry and Trevor loved dogs, max loved them and they REALLY wanted to keep 'im. Their dog was not so sure.
Thurs 28th down to to Glenties, wee drive round Portnoo and..... , and a nice hotel, the Highland Hotel, and a what can be best described as ugly lock in.
Fri 29th hungover drive back to Belfast via Derry, culminating in Dinner with the Maxwells and their eldest daughter Janice and partner Tony.
Sat 30th back to the mother country, and a fancy dress party.
Not interesting I know but seeing started had to finish.
Peter
Monday, June 25, 2007
Ireland - Part II
And so to the Sunday, the gathering of the clan maxwell. An early morning dander in the stormont park with the dog, and lovely parliament it is too, before the arrival of Laura's twin sisters (spouses (children)) Lois (Gary (David and Peter) and Roslyn (Johnny (Sam and Stuart)).
Once again all were happy enough to meet me, but enchanted with a large black dug with the singular exception of the two and a bit year old Peter who was confused by a Laura he kinda recognised, disinterested in his beardy namesake with a funny accent and terrified by a dog two to three times his size.
There then followed a rolling buffet marathon in which we all made a sterling effort to consume the food mountain laid on. Poor Garth will be having roast beef sandwiches for tea for the remainder of the summer
Once again all were happy enough to meet me, but enchanted with a large black dug with the singular exception of the two and a bit year old Peter who was confused by a Laura he kinda recognised, disinterested in his beardy namesake with a funny accent and terrified by a dog two to three times his size.
There then followed a rolling buffet marathon in which we all made a sterling effort to consume the food mountain laid on. Poor Garth will be having roast beef sandwiches for tea for the remainder of the summer
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Ireland - Part I
Sun 24th June 2007
So. I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know I've decided to blog my holiday. Concious of the fact this is as much for me as anyone else, and that the dictionary definition of "blog" is wandered ramblings of the egomanic under the misapprehension that the rest of the populace gives a monkeys about what they say, I make no apologies for the dull content to follow.
Kick off is a sprint from work at 4 on the friday to make a ferry for the emerald isle. A boat best described as a floating creche with the occasional scottish expert on 17th century european political history on their way for a walkin holiday in belfast. Two hours later and we're off the boat in the fair city of Belfast. Off we pop to Olive and Garth's, the house of maxwell. Directions? Leave parliament building by main gate, turn right and you're there. Max made us all proud, and is now much loved in their abode. I was an obvious let down for them, but then you can't have everything.
Saturday, we were off quick smart to do a round of meeting of laura's friends (spouses (kids)). First off, a coffee with Kiara (Geoff (Oliver, Eva and Henry)), then lunch with Catherine and Jessica (Neill (Archie and Amelia)). Lunch was a typical affair that one would have had in the west end, right down to a proud boast by one of the attendees (Archie) that he had done a plop in the pan. Uncanny!
An evening was then spent on our todds, leaving the mutt with the outlaws, trip into the city itself. And I really must thank the Northern Irish Tourist Board for laying on a real life flute band on the bus trip in. Swift jar of the black and irish in the Crown Bar, still impressive even though undergoing refurbishment, then a wander through the cethedral quarter, which laura didnae know either and we were therefor on an equal foorting, so we picked wee place at random for a bite and a bottle of wine, then off to Kelly's Cellar to sample, apparently, traditional irish culture. And fine it was too, apart from our initial attemts to find it. "What way to Kelly's Cellar," asks Laura of the random doorman, "and is it still full of underagers". Excellent. Immediate call to the cops no doubt, there's a paedophile ring in town. Couple of blackbeers later, some random background tootling, plucking and droning later, and we're off for a whistle stop tour from a taxi-driver from the wrong side o town who knew not the way, but to be fair only charged us seven bucks for a twenty minute drive.
So. I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know I've decided to blog my holiday. Concious of the fact this is as much for me as anyone else, and that the dictionary definition of "blog" is wandered ramblings of the egomanic under the misapprehension that the rest of the populace gives a monkeys about what they say, I make no apologies for the dull content to follow.
Kick off is a sprint from work at 4 on the friday to make a ferry for the emerald isle. A boat best described as a floating creche with the occasional scottish expert on 17th century european political history on their way for a walkin holiday in belfast. Two hours later and we're off the boat in the fair city of Belfast. Off we pop to Olive and Garth's, the house of maxwell. Directions? Leave parliament building by main gate, turn right and you're there. Max made us all proud, and is now much loved in their abode. I was an obvious let down for them, but then you can't have everything.
Saturday, we were off quick smart to do a round of meeting of laura's friends (spouses (kids)). First off, a coffee with Kiara (Geoff (Oliver, Eva and Henry)), then lunch with Catherine and Jessica (Neill (Archie and Amelia)). Lunch was a typical affair that one would have had in the west end, right down to a proud boast by one of the attendees (Archie) that he had done a plop in the pan. Uncanny!
An evening was then spent on our todds, leaving the mutt with the outlaws, trip into the city itself. And I really must thank the Northern Irish Tourist Board for laying on a real life flute band on the bus trip in. Swift jar of the black and irish in the Crown Bar, still impressive even though undergoing refurbishment, then a wander through the cethedral quarter, which laura didnae know either and we were therefor on an equal foorting, so we picked wee place at random for a bite and a bottle of wine, then off to Kelly's Cellar to sample, apparently, traditional irish culture. And fine it was too, apart from our initial attemts to find it. "What way to Kelly's Cellar," asks Laura of the random doorman, "and is it still full of underagers". Excellent. Immediate call to the cops no doubt, there's a paedophile ring in town. Couple of blackbeers later, some random background tootling, plucking and droning later, and we're off for a whistle stop tour from a taxi-driver from the wrong side o town who knew not the way, but to be fair only charged us seven bucks for a twenty minute drive.
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