The Vaselines. Debaser, Stockholm.
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Saw Okkervil River last night at Debaser. To quote Christopher Eccleston “fantastic!” It made me happy — with the occasional sad spell — and the music… The music! This was…
It made me forget things in the headspace, briefly alas. The pause was needed. But really, I don’t care right now, I can’t care because if I do I’ll be a fucking wreak with bits of gob splattered all over. So this was great and I even think I smiled and laughed and just felt good.
It’s been a week now since I heard CALLmeKAT for the first time as the opening act for Okkervil River. During the week, it has been growing on me. Quite a lot actually. I wish I had bought her new CD. The music is very autumny.
In other news, still tired. 12 days on the road does that to you, but I would have loved to stay away even longer. The cold I got this sunday doesn’t help either. Damn it.
0117 Even cats like paper. Good creatures.
Just pimping the photo tumblr. In-case you don’t follow the flickr…
I don’t drink that much coffee anymore. The odd cup at home and then lots of tea. Today though, it feels as if I had one cup too many. Of coffee. A stupid idea, but really, I think it might have some foundation in reality.
"Cynically naive" describes me so well that it's a bit silly. At least that's what I believe to be the truth. Not a fact though.
