So here we are, once again. It's Monday afternoon. I am tired, for I have just finished working 6-3. This means I have been up since five in the morning, so my spelling/grammar may not be that good. So now I warn you, if this blog becomes John Smeato-like I can only apologise. Seriously, have you read his "column" in The Sun. It's awful, but "down tae earth". I add now due to the dull nature of my "M" Value life the first section of my blog is merely an album review. It keeps the brain active. As you will read on, Morrisons isn't at the top of the David Childs list of popularity, amongst other things.
Alexisonfire's new album "Old Crows/Young Cardinals" is however. I have always been a fan of Alexisonfire - in particular Dallas Green's voice - but had personally felt that the screaming was unnecessary. However in recent years, like a young child, the screaming has calm down. The final song on the album, "Burial", sounds as if it has been lifted from Green's solo folk project City and Colour, another act I advise you listen to if you like artists such as Damien Rice. This album has caused a rift amongst Alexisonfire's hardcore fans, who complain that their new mainstream sound has been at the expense of what they once were. For me, I see this new album as progression, a step forward by the Canadian band.
The reduction of (pointless) screaming has not meant that they cannot still produce aggressive, up-tempo music. Most of the album, on the contrary, is of this genre. One song on the record, "Sons of Privilege" is a surprisingly staunch attack on America, a political route that Alexisonfire have not indulged before. Nor is it that subtle, with the main lyric repeated towards the end,
"It's time to justify your pride in America"
Overall, the new album is one that I really like. Then again, you're stance on "screamo" music will determine whether you like this album or not. It is no coincidence that my favourite Alexisonfire album go in the opposite direction of the dates that they were released. As I've said though, for me this is their best release yet and I cannot wait for their gig at Glasgow's ABC in October.
Now, Morrisons....
Do you want the simple statement, or the over-exaggerated, deeply detailed yet brimming with sarcasm? Because you're going to get both of them I am afraid. I despise the place. I despise the person it has turned me into. The monotony of my surroundings have made me quiet. I like to keep myself to myself these days, and I don't think that's me? It's got to the stage now that during my lunch break I much rather read my book or listen to my iPod than talk to people. And when I do speak it is normally either sarcastic or I just try to mix things up a bit. For example,
"Do you know where she's gone?
"Je nais se pais"
"Err?"
I've even resorted to Newspeak from 1984 in some extreme cases. The word ungood has been used a few times. Just because I don't like speaking to people at work doesn't mean they are bad people (though some are). I can't complain about my boss, she's fair and doesn't mind compromising for shifts etc. It's just that the whole full-time shop worker life is not for me. I like to think I am not arrogant by saying this. But even my spots have worsen (which I am blaming on Morrisons, not my poor diet) since I've started working full time. I just want something more from life, and I don't think a £6 an hour job in the middle of nowhere could supply this. I really cannot wait to go to University now.
Speaking of 1984, whilst we are here, I finished that book this week. It is a really good read, although the ending is a bit of a twist to what I personally expected. I won't ruin it for you, all I will say is that Morrisons is my Room 1o1. I am currently reading "Mystery Man" by Colin Batemen. I also bought the special Michael Jackson edition of TIME Magazine. Turns out he's still dead, who knew? It's actually very interesting, it's almost as if he got worse the whiter he got. He is the exact opposite of teeth.
Played cricket again. Lost cricket again. I scored a duck. Back to usual, then. But as a team, we played well against Lossiemouth, the best team in the North of Scotland. We managed to keep them to under 300 and Kev scored a few more runs to add to his sixty-odd last week. (Just for the record, I just didn't add that because I found out he actually reads this blog).
Due to fiscal restraints, with most of my money going to the DCUF (David Childs University Fund) I spent another Saturday night indoors. I spent the evening watching the film "Iron Man" staring Robert Downey Jr. I like it, although I could not help but notice a few things. Firstly, a character of his significant intelligence that Tony Stark has would surely suffer from deep, extreme autism. And secondly, why put your own name on your weapons? You'd be as well just walking about with blood on his hands. Also, such a vibrant media personality who dealt in the weapons industry would be a bit tasteless, no? As is the gold and red suit? That's what I thought.
So that was my week. Sorry it hasn't been as witty as previous blog entries, sleep deprivation and Morrison's-related depression haven't got me in the mood. I have Cara's birthday dinner on Saturday, so that should be fun.
DC
ps Andy Murray in the tennis? Hate to say I told you so....
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