Saturday I went and saw Oceansize.
The thing that made it extra-special: I got to interview lead-singer Mike Vennart. You can read the outcome in due time here. The whole thing was really very pleasant, conducted in the rather cramped, but cozy dressing room. My biggest mistake: I forgot to take a photo. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I forgot about it. Oh well, means you won’t get a picture today. By the way, I was the only face-to-face interviewer that night, with only two other phone-interviews. Shame on you, Austrian music-journalists, for not using that chance.
The concert itself was spectacular. Most songs were off their latest album (go figure), and the rest was a smattering of first and second LP songs.
Absolute highlight of the show: The second encore, “Ornament/The Last Wrong”. After listening to the song in the security of your home, you wouldn’t think how powerful it could come across when blasted through the Flex sound system.
As always after a concert, my ears were ringing throughout the night, and I totally thank the guys from Oceansize for it.
First this.
Then this.
Aren’t the Internets just loverly?
(Don’t you just hate it when I do that?)
Oh why is it that I’m always afraid of upgrading my Wordpress version? Well, I’ll tell you.
It’s because it always ends in something that’ll take me about three hours to repair and clean up. Don’t ask me why, but it just does. Either because it turns out that the newest version isn’t compatible with the version of the theme I’m using, or vice versa. Which is actually the same, but oh well.
I tried upgrading to Wordpress 2.3 yesterday, but I did it to my other blog, you know, the one you barely read, which is about all that Web 2.0 stuff you really don’t care about. As a matter of fact, not a whole lot of people do, so I thought it to be a good test-bed. And sure as hell, I had to update my theme, and it turned out that there seems to be a CSS-files conflict between my old and the new CSS file now, so I’ve got a strange footer and my sidebar is once again somewhere it doesn’t belong.
I’d love to fix it, but that would mean comparing two CSS-files and checking everything that could be responsible, which, in my eyes, could really be just about everything.
So that’s why I won’t be updating this blog here, because, well, all that editing, uploading, installing, it just gets to me. Almost as much as my new favourite song Suburban Homeboy by the Sparks.
Even though I’m usually not that fond of online petitions and the like, I think that something like the “Free Burma” initiative could actually help raise enough awareness to impact something.
What’s going on in Burma is absurdly wrong, and while the pictures of protests are gone from the titles of the world’s newspapers already, there’s still major shit going down there, if you’ll excuse my foray into the colloquial. Monks and other pro-democracy protesters are being herded off to prisons by the thousands, and as you can expect from a military-dictatorship, there won’t be anything like a fair trial there.
Help make it stop. Why not click on the above banner and see what you can do?
Here’s something to ponder: There’s this TV-show called CSI, and it seems that people either love it or hate it. I, and I’m not afraid to admit it, love it. All three versions of it. There’s just something soothing in watching beautiful people get bludgeoned to death. Which of course is not true, it’s devastating, but really quite entertaining. So, I can’t understand those people who don’t fall for something as shiny as that.
But there’s more. Strangely enough, deep within the CSI-lover’s universe, there’s a rift of its own. There are those who admire Horatio Cane, the unrelenting moralist of CSI: Miami. And there are those who despise him. I, once again, am not ashamed to admit that I’m a fervent admirer of Cane, whose morals are impeccable and who doesn’t shy away from handing out his business card to any kid that remotely seems like it could need some help by a cop sometime in the future. Seeing this man crushing his opponents with his little, sardonic smile and a whip of his shades is just the kind of entertainment I’m turning my TV on for. Sure, his total lack of humour can be used against the man, but seriously, who needs humour when you’re so cool you could make a hot-dog freeze (haha, ok, that one was lame).
Basically what I’m trying to say here is that despite all those nay-sayers, Horatio Cane is the man.
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