Statcounter & The Recent Keyword Activity.

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

NUDE LINDSEY LOHAN NUDE CHRISTINA AGUILLERA NUDE BRITNEY SPEARS NUDE PARIS HILTON SEX TAPE HOT NAKED TEEN BOOBS PLAYS WITH HER WET PUSSY NUDE LESBIAN

Not really.

It's a dirty tactic. A friend of mine called told me he called one of his posts "Nude Christina Aguilera" to increase hits on his blog. I would put a link up to his blog, but I forgot to ask what the adress for it was. Useless me.

No. In fact the real point of this post is to partly boast and partly be really annoyed at the fact that I was in the Oxford Mail today. Yes, if you go here
http://www.oxfordmail.net/display.var.1620883.0.coffee_shop_in_hot_water.php
you can see the whole story about the Facebook Group "Get Fucking Costa Coffee Off Cowley Road", where you will see this.

"Paul Askew wrote: "I die a little inside every time I see it.""

Now initially I found this hilarious. Then I read it again and got quite annoyed. See, I wrote a comment on one of the discussion boards that I felt made a pretty good point. Yet they use part of my first comment on the group page that kind of makes me sound like a bit of an over-dramatic, whining twat.

Cheers for that Oxford Mail.

Oh Yeah.

Matt Riley finally got round to writing a new blog.
Read it yet? It's very errrrrrmmm............
Interesting.

Love Burns All Dayer.

This one's probably gonna be a bit vague and patchy coz I'm a bit tired and the old memory aint what it used to be. Hopefully it won't be too lacking in charisma and wit.

Sunday was the Love Burns all dayer at the Jericho Tavern. Music was played and booze was drunk. After agreeing with Helen to work the doors, I turned up about 4 & 1/2 hours after it had started. Oops. Just in time to catch about 1 & 1/2 songs of Untitled 1961. I vaguely remember it sounding like some kind of shambolic yet awesome noise. I definitely want to catch them play a full set sometime.
I took to the doors to relieve Hannah from her duties of money taking and hand stamping. I will say now that Hannah did about twice as much work as me in terms of time and even more in terms of people dealt with, and yet we got paid the same. I would feel bad about this, but then remember that Hannah has a natural advantage over me in that she has great boobs, whereas I have a face that scares children. So I think it all evens out. Not quite sure how though...
Indiana. Didn't like them, but whether that was their fault or not I don't know. There were some technical problems (the monitors stopped working) which clearly phased them a great deal. After 2 songs and a lot of fiddling with equipment, they called it a day.
Whatever was wrong eventually got sorted, and next up were Vestibule. Vestibule are one of those bands who are getting better with time, and their new songs are sounding pretty strong. Looking forward to seeing what happens with them.
Hannah comes back to relieve me. I think she says "I'm leaving", and end up hugging her far more than is appropriate. Very embarrasing.
Danny Saul. I remember seeing Danny Saul before at one of Helen's nights and being very impressed by his set. It's rare that live, one man and a guitar really holds my interest and captures my immagination, but he did, and I was really looking forward to seeing him again. This time he'd brought a whole tabletops worth of effects pedals with him. Now the worry here is that a lesser performer would either become pointlessly pre-occupied with his array of toys and lose what made him so good first time around, or that he doesn't make good use of them and they end up either taking away from what he's trying to do, or just adding nothing and being totally un-necessary. Luckily Danny Saul seems to know exactly what he's doing, adding layers and textures, fleshing out his songs and giving us an experience which is utterly mesmerising. Easily one of the best live sets I've seen this year, Danny Saul is a very special talent indeed. Go and check out his MySpace page ( http://www.myspace.com/dannysaul ) and listen to the songs on there. Especially History, which is truly incredible.
Anyway, enough of the Danny Saul Cream-athon.
Next up were King Furnace. Now, I've written about these guys before. It seems that people have instantly made up their minds about King Furnace, so I'll just say that the guys played a solid King Furnace set, that'll fit in with your opinion of them no matter what that is. I will add though that it was interesting seeing Jefferson's instinct for frontman showmanship at battle with his bass playing duties.
I don't really remember Four Days From August. I think I didn't like them. But me, Bevan & Grundy went to get food at some point and didn't get back until they were finishing. I think. I can't really remember that either I'm afraid. I remember taking over from Hannah on the doors, but I can't remember what Family Machine were like at all, i'm afraid. I think we were too busy textually winding up an ex-colleague to really pay attention.
Mephisto Grande cancelled which was a shame.
Borderville were headlining. Like King Furnace, Borderville are a band who people have already set an opinion of that probably won't change no matter what. In Borderville's case it seems to be based on whether or not you liked Sexy Breakfast. As I have previously said before in the potato farm, I did. Borderville certainly share the theatrics of SB, but the sound is slightly different. For his new band, Joe has seemed to approach what I can only describe as a very English sound. At turns witty, playful, at times quite dark, at all times very well spoken, even grand. All things they share with bands like The Divine Comedy, while not really sounding too much like them. They save their best moment for last. The second half of the final song starts with what seems to be an awesome climax to a song, and then gets extended out into a percussion fest, with all but one member taking to the drums, the other guy handling some electronics. It's a great end to the night, and indeed the day as a whole.

Soppy.

Just a soppy thank you to everyone who's given me kind words, nice things and ritual abuse recently. It is all very much appreciated. Kisses for all.

Single Again.

Yes, after more than 2 years, the lady friend has jumped the Good Ship Axl in search of pastures new. Whatever happened to the likely lads? Who knows. "Not everything that should happen, does."

So now now now now the lonesome heal proceeds. A big bloody brick wall. A hot air baloon. But no eye for an eye. No war cry. Just.....

"It starts with a sentence that might last a lifetime,
Or it might all just go down in flames.
If I let you know me, then why would you want me?"
:- Loudon Wainwright III "Strange Wierdos"

Yeah, this is my most self indulgent blog yet, but fuck you, I just got dumped.

So now I'm a 26 year old man who's going grey in his thinning hair, bitter, ugly, hating his dead-end piece of shit job, living with his mum, sitting on his single bed, writing self indulgent crap that no-one reads. Same as before, but it all suddenly feels so futile.

In other words, I feel like shit, so shower me with sympathy, coz I really fucking need some kind words.

Oh yeah, and I saw Prince.

On Wednesday. At the O2 Arena. He must've played for about 2&1/2 - 3 hours. He opened with Purple Rain. His stage was custom built in the shape of his symbol. There were lights. And confetti. And Prince. And we nearly missed an encore. It was about the 5th. Prince is such a tease. Prince made everyone pregnant.

It was incredible.

More to come when I'm not so tired.

Thursday At The Cellar.

I made the mistake of reading Rhyannon's review of this gig before embarking on my own. Her use of words intimidates me as I'm usually reduced to short sharp phrases like "Really good." or "Fucking awesome!", but I will try anyway. Mainly because I disagree with her about one of the bands.

First up, Mephisto Grande.
Watching Mephisto Grande is like watching two circus carny's who've spent most of their lives listening to blues and Tom Waits' "Black Rider" album. Not surprisingly this sounds like nothing else in Oxford at this, or possibly any, moment. The two of them are clearly very good musicians too which helps. I'm desperatly trying to use a phrase more imaginative than "They were fucking awesome!", but I can't think of one.

Next up, The Great Eskimo Hoax.
Watching The Great Eskimo Hoax is like watching 3 boys who've bought the Big Book Of Math-Rock Cliches, studied it cover to cover and just reproduced every word they read. Somewhere along the line they bought the Postal Service album, and decided to bring that to the table aswell. The result is an incredibly uninspiring and boring experience as math-rock cliche after math-rock cliche are regurgetated to form a hideously dull whole. A big sack of cliches and tweeness. Like watching a school play. Only worse.
I will mention that for the most part the crowd seemed to be enjoying it. I had to go away and sit down at a table. I did start drunkenly heckling them, but coz I was at a table by myself, the only people who actually heard me where Dave & Tricia who were sitting at another table trying not to pay attention to the band.

Last up, Jonquil.
I loved Jonquil's "Sunny Casinos", but had always been a little disappointed with them live. Don't get me wrong, they were always good, they just didn't grab me like the album had.
Thursday was different though. I don't know if it's because they've played a lot more together now, or if they've changed anything in how they play/perform, but on Thursday they were amazing. A beautiful set of dreamy modern folk songs, culminating in the twisted sea shanty singalong of "Lions", everyone bellowing the lyrics out as loud as they could. A wonderful way to end the show. Everyone smiling. Elated.

And then came more booze. Oh dear.

Things That Are Currently Annoying Me.

1. Last FM.

"Scrobbling" has stopped working on my computer. For about the last 2-3 weeks nothing I've played has been logged on there. I even tried turning scrobbling off and back on again. No good. Lame.



2. Being Drunk.

Firstly because it seems to be happening a bit too much. Secondly because It seems I'm starting to become a dickhead. Thirdly because despite these things I still do it and love it.



3. Getting Older.

My hair is thinning. And going grey. And there's less of it. And my knees are getting weaker. And I moan and complain more. And I'm becoming really forgetful. And I'm becoming more cynical. And my eyesight's going. Soon I'll just be a bag of skin in a bad mood holding things that don't work anymore. Boo-hoooooo! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!



4. Customers.

The continual annoyance of the general public. The lazy, rude, & stupid human race. Some guy threatened me at work the other day coz I asked him to stop swearing at another customer, who he didn't know, and then when he got abusive towards me and I stopped him using the listening post, actually used the words "Don't square up to me! I'll spark you out!" Half of me wanted to beat the living shit out of the cunt, the other half of me wanted to do a big fat belly-laugh in his pathetic fucking face. Luckily for me I did neither. I say luckily because, as much as I would have loved to beat the crap out of him, I am actually a bit of a weakling when it comes down to it, so both those options would have probably ended up with me in hospital. Instead I just stood there not reacting to any of his threats, which seemed in itself to take him down a couple of pegs, and he left.

Prick.

Facelift.

Here at the Potato Farm, we got a little bored. A little bogged down. A little set in our ways. We needed revitalising. We needed a lift. The board of directors had a meeting to see discuss how improvments could be made. After many hours of analysis and arguments, the board concluded that actually the only thing they weren't happy with was the image. So, we've decided to test drive some new looks. Starting with this one. We like this one because of it's "Back to basics" feel. We also like that it doesn't cut the ends off photos, even though hardly any get posted. We like how it makes me talk as if there's a group of us and not just one bitter loser writing and coming up with all this shit.



So here it is. The new look Potato Farm. I hope you like it.