The Meaning of Life.

Last night my friends and I had the wonderfully scarring experience of seeing Mindless Self Indulgence play at the HMV Forum in Kentish Town. We’ve put together a list of everything we learnt:

  1. Queueing is wonderful when you have a black Sharpie and meet people who love Queen, and stand next to the door from which band members occasionally emerge (see #3).
  2. Never half-arse something. Always do it full-arse.
  3. Steve, is the most beautiful man in the world, but only appears when Hollie leaves, prompting insane picture-taking.
  4. The worst thing that can happen is that we won’t be able to sit down for a week.
  5. Jimmy’s grandpa has a thoughtful grandson.
  6. Mindless are a Christian band…
  7. …But LynZ’s a witch.
  8. It’s one thousand pounds to discuss our feelings, but three thousand to discuss Jimmy’s.
  9. We will never, ever, ever be famous. Neither will Hollie.
  10. We all have AIDS.
  11. Jimmy might have started World War III. Watch this space.
  12. Steve may one day host his own chat show. It’ll centre around teaching audience members Mindless songs and grooving along to Queen singalongs.
  13. When Jimmy appears, short people get crushed, so they run for the stairs and take pictures of other people getting crushed instead.
  14. I’m going to have to cough up for that damn new record, because it turns out they’re actually pretty good.

More pictures and videos to come, especially if Jimmy uploads what he took.

Mindless Self Indulgence t-shirt

Mindless’s tour ended this week. I didn’t see it, but I am prepared to make a deal with the band: if they come to the UK to play, I will wear my shiny new Steve, t-shirt:

It’s a remake of a top I drew on in pen for my first My Chem show… I couldn’t think of lyrics to write, so I decided to use a band that was either another that I liked or piss loads of fangirls off.
This fit both on some level.
I chose Steve, Righ?’s name over the others’ because it contains punctuation, not because he is Dr. Death (the MCR show was the first ‘Danger Days’ show; the fact Steve plays Dr Death was actually a well-kept secret at the time. Hello, irony).

There are no pictures of me wearing it because I’m allergic to taking mirror-photos of myself, and it’s cold today so I’m also wearing a gigantic cardigan… The original t-shirt can be found here and here, and if you’re on DeviantART, do your thing here.

Cheap, Twitter-inspired post done. I was going to talk about History revision, but I haven’t really done any yet.

Moving Image Appreciation Post #2

It’s been a while since I’ve bombarded you with videos I think everyone in the whole world everywhere should see. So you can all have a nice relaxing Sunday evening and enjoy the following:

Caro Emerald: Stuck

 

I first heard Caro’s song That Man at Isobel’s earlier this year, and I think she’s brilliant. Jazz music and dancing. Who actually needs anything else?

My Chemical Romance – Summertime (acoustic)

 

I love this song, it is beautiful. Your argument is invalid.

Killjoys’ Sabbath

 

Manila 2019: The Reprisal

 

Why did everyone wait until after 10 Years, 10 Days to make awesome videos?!

Random Girl Miming and Dancing to Mindless Self Indulgence’s Get It Up

 

I didn’t actually sit through that. Anyone who did can have something for free.

Complaining About Kerrang! Magazine and Other Links to YouTube

   I’m still in the middle of catching up with everything, so I’m going to post a blog that I originally wrote for the mini-series I’m Somewhere Hot and You’re Probably Not in August, which never published because I forgot to press buttons.

  If that doesn’t keep you ticking over, then go and vote for My Chem at the EMAs (Best Alternative and Best World Stage), ask me anything on Formspring and enjoy VenetianPrincess terrorising people at Disneyland.

In Which I Complain About Kerrang! Magazine

   After reading a glowing iTunes festival review about My Chem in the Kerrang! published 30th July, and laughing at the Frank Iero poster in the very same issue, I was content and not expecting to see anything about any of the other two bands I follow. Until I saw this:

  Yes, Mr. Beebee, The Left Rights offer as much to society as fly tipping. But, er, what do you expect? It’s Jimmy Urine and Steve, Righ?. Mindless Self Indulgence.

Mindless. Self. Indulgence.

I haven’t actually gotten around to listening to the whole album, because I’ve been putting off buying it since its release in November, and I’m not YouTubing forty-one songs in the order they’re tracked in. But it’s Jimmy and Steve. Making noise. Which I’ve noticed they do rather well. So enjoy the madness, and, for our own entertainment:

Anyway, I can’t take a magazine seriously if the editor’s note hasn’t been edited… Spot the mistake.

Body Clock Time: 3:30am. Actual Time: 7:30pm.

Can I just say, Tighter is a lot of fun. So is the arty project thing I’m working on at the moment, which I can’t talk about until it’s done because I’m superstitious.

Just know, dear readers, that it is time-consuming enough that I keep forgetting to go to bed, which makes me kind of tired, and therefore more forgetful, which is why I haven’t blogged much lately… I think of things to tell you all, and I then promptly forget.

Writing that paragraph was actually difficult… I will not become a coffee addict. I won’t. Ahh.

Is this cruel?!

Before I forget: happy belated thirty-something birthday to LynZ Way, I will not be selling From Shibuya With Love for anything, although I will let you look and maybe touch for a reasonable price (I am open to other-than-cash suggestions) and I have loads to say, honest, I just can’t remember any of it…

This One Isn’t a Five Minute Job, I Promise. There’s Links.

  I feel that it’s been far too long since I posted a blog with words in, not least words that require thought processes, so I thought I’d sit down and have a nice little chat with all you computer-people.

  How is lent coming, I hear you ask… To be honest, I’m a bit crap at it. I keep forgetting! In Berlin I hadn’t eaten a meal all day, so when we got to the hotel and someone offered me an Oreo I practically inhaled it. I also devoured a couple of Jaffa Cakes (sorry Rhiannon) but I don’t think they count as biscuits. I ate a chocolate biscuity caramel thing on Saturday… it was a Twix, basically, but not by Twix, so I just ate it without thinking.

  Twice.

  In other news, I made marmalade yesterday. Well, I say ‘I’ and ‘made’ using the terms loosely. Mum helped and we aren’t sure if it set or not, but I’d had enough of the pan overflowing every five minutes after an hour, so we decanted it. Except the amount of liquid seemed to have grown instead of evaporated away, so we ran out of jars pretty quick. I can’t post a photograph because my camera’s batteries went in Berlin and I can’t find the spare ones. So imagine this, times about twelve, in various containers:

  A few of you may have seen the new Planetary (GO!) video which came out yesterday. If you haven’t:

  A lot of people have been saying they’re disappointed by the lack of cinema, story, etc. This is stupid. My Chem are a band and last time I checked, bands play music. So enjoy the lights and dance! Speaking as someone who was at the Hammersmith Apollo when this song was debuted, the reaction to which was what made them release it as a single, the energy has been captured perfectly.

  While we’re on the subject of My Chem, MCRmy.com has been relaunched! Yay! Let’s all go play Killjoys and Draculoids with our masks on!

  Talking of relaunching… Is it just me, or does this look rather like the Indifferent Ignorance font? Just saying.

  Happy World Water Day.