Jersey Boys

I suck at blogging recently. My head has been all over the place, and that is in no way conducive to speaking in fully formed sentences, let alone writing them down. So, I’m actually going to make an effort to start writing here properly again as of tomorrow, but until then, here’s the new Gaslight Anthem video.

Who else feels funny about a clean shaven Brian Fallon? (I sort of hate clean shaven boys anyways, but really, he looks like a totally different, slightly creepier, dude)

okay, I’m off to stay up unreasonably late watching TV and feeling like a teen.

LDN snow and how I forgave the Gaslight Anthem

So, today was the first actual snow day that London has had since 1991, ALL the buses were withdrawn and only two tube lines were running. Awesome. I was looking for a reason to spend another day in bed.

My friend Andy text me to let me know that there was an interview with Benny from Gaslight on the latest Issue Oriented podcast, and it might restore my faith in them. It did. He makes some valid points and kind of made me remember why we all got into punk in the first place.Y’all should go listen to it.

I thought about going to see them in Portsmouth on Saturday night, but the last train back to London is 10.18! Seriously. it’s no wonder no-one does anything in this godforsaken country.

But then I found the video of Gaslight on Letterman last night, and it made everything better.

It’s just starting to get dark again and it’s still snowing, the sky has got that ethereal glowy thing going on, the one that only happens when it snows at night. I only have 8 days left in the office til my garden leave starts yet I’m still hoping for another day at home tomorrow. I’m off to watch Groundhog Day and think about how many redemptive movies Bill Murray has made….

I still know the song and the name and the reasons

This is what Gaslight look like on Conan. Do you see what I mean now ? This band needs a crowd. They’re still good, but something is lacking. You know ?

“Hey, that was great, that was killer” GAH!

did you hear your favourite song, one last time?

Today is going to be bad, I can feel it. An SEO meeting about the blog bang in the middle of it does not bode well.

To try and contain the fallout from this day of horror, I’m trying to talk out loud as little as possible. So far I said, *oh* to Doug. ipod + head down and there’s a chance I might just get through this terrible day. Although I’m not sure I want to. Was this really what I wanted to do? Live in london, not really like it, write copy and argue about why the News Of The World is entirely *off-brand*? (yes, I say off-brand now, what has become of me?)

How can I make my life the way I want when I only have vague suspicions of what they might be, and they all start at – not this?

’59 sound is still on repeat, and it’s possibly the only thing that’s saving anything.

the 59 sound.

oh my fucking christ.

http://www.mediafire.com/?ng9mnt1j2jz

it made EVERYTHING in my life okay.