the weather

Looks like we are having a typical English summer. Or should I say a traditional English summer, a typical English summers seem to be hot and dry, where a traditional English summer is cold and wet.
Not that I mind the rain, as Jeremy Paxman says in his book The English, A Portrait of a People the sky is the landscape for the English(or something to that effect).
Last night the sky look particularly spooky weird, it was about eleven o’clock and the lower level clouds drifting north to south were under lit by the sun now set well beyond the horizon giving them a dark dirty yellow colour. Above that much higher up and moving from west to east you could make out the storm clouds completely black, not cloud black but more an absence of light. Beyond the storm clouds was the night sky, a dark greyish blue without any stars. All this time the wind was picking up pace and wiping around and changing direction every 30 seconds or so. Eerie but cool.

I like the weather we get in the Britain and I really do not know why the locals complain. I have been rained on in every nation in the isles and I still enjoy it (except in Leeds where it sucks)

This week I have been listening to a lot of Nymphs, well when I say a lot I mean their one and only album of the same name. Described by allmusic.com as the last great glam-metal album before grunge killed the genre, Nymphs to me seems to bridge the gap. This was one band that showed a lot of promise in my opinion, but faded very quickly into obscurity.
A girl at work, a fellow metalhead (the same one that recommended the Pearl Jam gig at Southend), and a good source of new music first recommended me to them, but it was not until a year later that I picked up the cassette in a sale. I instantly fell in love with the album and it is one of the few that had regular outings (right up until mp3 took over personal cassette players). There is a certain inevitability and mournfulness about the Nymphs music that seems to mirror their rather rapid destruction.

Here is a download for sad and damned though my personal favourite track is Imitating Angels

On a plus note, the lead vocalist Ingre Lorre really pissed off Courtney Love.

all gone

The beard has gone.
Partly due to pressure from my wife (telling I look like a pervert) and partly due to the annoyance it was starting to cause me, but mostly because I lost a swizzles fizzer in it the other day.

Iron Maiden at Brixton

Iron Maiden are performing a one off gig at the Brixton academy on the 24th June in aid of the Clive Burr ms trust fund. I only found this out today and by the time I would have completed the necessary grovelling and begging to my wife to let me take my daughter I think all the tickets will have gone (assuming I could afford the wildly inflated prices that will be in demand). To see Maiden in a venue that is relatively small compared to where I have seen them play would just be amazing, and what a way to introduce the next generation to gigging. Que Sera Sera.

I would also like to say thank you to anonymous for not giving me something he hasn’t got. Cheers.